by now zharille had grown thicker around the middle; the change was hard to notice on her barrel-shaped body, and would have been missed entirely if other symptoms had not arisen as well. she became less and less interested in mesen-ka's bids for affection, less and less involved in the usual fishing of the lake's edge. her sleep was often interrupted by discomfort.
when mesen-ka would inevitably come with food for her, and such gifts that typically zharille would have devoured, the chances of this dropped drastically. she either held an iron constitution and would eat ravenously, or refuse whole meals.
from time to time she felt the movement of the future in her belly. little bodies pushing against her bladder, or kicking at her lower back from inside. zharille's already beastly attitude became more prone to violence as her mind slowly churned with the idea of the bastards of mesen-ka being taken from her one day.
was all of this worth it for the empty land she claimed?
when mesen-ka would inevitably come with food for her, and such gifts that typically zharille would have devoured, the chances of this dropped drastically. she either held an iron constitution and would eat ravenously, or refuse whole meals.
from time to time she felt the movement of the future in her belly. little bodies pushing against her bladder, or kicking at her lower back from inside. zharille's already beastly attitude became more prone to violence as her mind slowly churned with the idea of the bastards of mesen-ka being taken from her one day.
was all of this worth it for the empty land she claimed?
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