Moonspear raised high, brought low
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Ooc — gerra
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Her limp offering at words fell unsurprisingly flat and she didn't feel like picking up all the pieces of it -- not right now, not with his walls up firm and her torn between wanting so, so badly to be with him, like it was, full of life and passions, and just slinking back off to her solitudes to mind her own business wherever she ended up. She didn't want this chilly distance between them -- him and her. The bitter taste it left didn't help any, either, and she glared at the waters to will the nausea away before it could take its hold.

 Her ears swung back and his reply was barely more than a grunt, so she made note and narrowed her eyes at the waters. Nothing worth catching swam by. Still she watched, although less intent and only kept together by the hunger continually bugging her that was beginning to feel poorly placed; how could she have any appetite with things as they were?

Yet his question straightened her and this subject matter was one she knew was very inevitable, and very important. For the time, he would be the only one privy to the details, as she believed it concerned him first and foremost. The pack could go ahead and assume all they wanted. It would be obvious soon enough, anyway. She didn't even want to discuss it much with the more medically-inclined wolves yet so to avoid unnecessary hassle about it --although there was an appeal in hearing some fresh guidance on what to expect, she could do without it to learn on her own anyway. It was her body, and her whelps in question. "I believe so," she answered with a nod, one that trailed her sights up onto his scarred face to see how this news may settle. She crept a step and a half closer to just test it, but it was not with any real vigor that she closed in on him.

Nevertheless, symptoms indeed pointed to yes -- their efforts had been successful, and assuming nothing else went awry, the Spear should greet its next generation shortly. Her own inexperience be damned, she doubted the overactive bladder, fickle appetite, and sour stomach were caused by anything else. Plus she knew she'd gained weight -- some of which was replacing what the famine had taken from her, but not all. There was something different about it, too.
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raised high, brought low - by Amekaze - July 14, 2016, 01:13 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Charon - July 14, 2016, 07:24 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Amekaze - July 14, 2016, 08:48 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Charon - July 14, 2016, 08:59 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Amekaze - July 14, 2016, 12:28 PM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Charon - July 15, 2016, 02:07 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Amekaze - July 15, 2016, 01:47 PM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Charon - July 16, 2016, 06:39 PM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Amekaze - July 16, 2016, 07:45 PM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Charon - July 17, 2016, 03:15 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Amekaze - July 17, 2016, 04:07 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Charon - July 17, 2016, 04:16 AM
RE: raised high, brought low - by Amekaze - July 17, 2016, 03:54 PM