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[M] and so we stand in the doorway and enter into the light - RIP Grezig - March 25, 2019

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Grezig had been restless for hours after the pain had started. She’d blown up like a balloon in the weeks leading up to this moment. Her teats had become swollen. She’d thrown up once or twice. In general, Grezig had decided that pregnancy sucked. But if it meant bringing new life into the world then she was all right with it. She wanted her children. She’d dug out the den weeks before, when she’d still had enough energy to move around and now she was laying here, struggling. No position was comfortable and she kept getting up to readjust. The pains made her whine, but she kept her voice down on instinct. The babes would be completely helpless at birth and she didn’t want to attract anything bad to them, like a hungry fox or an angry pack member.

Sooner than she expected—yet still it had felt like an eternity—one pup was pushed from her body with a small grunt. She turned and licked it, cleaning the fluids from its fur and it gave a cry. It was male. She could tell from its scent. She did not spend too much time with him, for there were more babies. The second one came soon afterwards, and this one seemed slightly smaller, for she felt less pain delivering it. She turned again and licked it. This one took longer to cry and its cries were not as strong as its brother’s. This one was female.

Something else moved within her. She thought it was another pup and moved into position to deliver it. The smell of blood filled the air once the object was out of her. She turned to look and found a bloody mass. At first she was horrified, thinking this to be some deformed stillbirth. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was not and some instinct within her told her to eat it. This was the placenta. It was strange eating something that come from her own body, but the iron-flavored mass seemed to give her some of her strength back. She ate it quickly, wanting to get back to her children, whom she had nudged up close to her belly.

Soon, she lay back a bit and watched them at her side. There were only two. She was vaguely disappointed, wondering if this meant she had not been strong enough to carry more than that. But two were just fine. They were hers. She was theirs. These were children. They would grow up strong. She smiled, something she didn’t do very often.

@Xizur,” she said, nudging the male. Then, placing her nose upon the smaller female, she said, “Tizir.” @Vaati would give them their middle names later, and they would take the last name Melonii as promised. She lay back fully, then, tired. The job was done.


RE: [M] and so we stand in the doorway and enter into the light - Mhairi - March 25, 2019

Tizir came into the world quietly. She felt the cold air but did not yet cry out. Then, a large and rough object came into contact with her body, over and over again. It was wet. She was confused. She cried out for it to stop jostling her. Soon, it did, for a time. There was the feeling of commotion around her, though she could see and hear nothing. She smelled blood. She did not know what blood was, but the metallic scent was no comfort to her and she continued to wail piteously. Soon, she was nudged forward and awkwardly shoved into the side of a great furry mass. She continued to cry, yet instinct told her to bury her face into the fur, to dig for the teat. Within ten seconds, she was no longer crying, instead filling her belly with mother’s milk. She grew sleepy afterwards and slept.


RE: [M] and so we stand in the doorway and enter into the light - Xizur - March 25, 2019

Xizur would have come into the world with all the wonderfully glorious details of birth if only his writer didn't cringe every time they got to the actually part where he needed to, you know, be born. So to make life easier for all of us, here's how this little dude made his grand entrance into his sure to be dysfunctional life.

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So yeah, he got a little stuck along the way but eventually made it out and landed on the ground with a PLOP. He cried. He screamed. He probably wiggled around. But as soon as that boy found his mother's teat he clamped down...without mercy. He stayed there until he finally dozed off, milk streaming down his lips as he continued to suckle away even when passed out. Ahh. What a way to start his life.



RE: [M] and so we stand in the doorway and enter into the light - Vaati - March 26, 2019

The sound of small cries from the birthing den gave him an indication that at least some of the litter had survived the frightening ordeal of birth. It was enough to cause a restrained release of air to escape his lungs, regathering himself into a much more calm state before sticking his nose in the entrance. There had been a lingering terror of uncertainty as to whether or not Grezig would produce him any living heirs or not, for such a thing was always left to chance. But alas, before he slept two healthy looking whelps; a boy and a girl. The low number did not concern him, as long as they were not sickly or weak.

Nosing each small being over, he bestows upon them the family name. "Tizir Peryite Melonii," An ode to a sister he had taken for granted. "Xizur Vile Melonii." Named after his own daedric namesake, Clavicus Vile -- prince of power. Perhaps they would inherit the qualities that made them Melonii children, perhaps not. He looks to them with a gaze that lacks the usual frigid glare, but with wide-eyed awe, realizing in an instant that there was absolutely nothing he would not do for them... nobody he would not kill to keep them safe. It was they who would be the death of him, if anything at all.