Blackfeather Woods blood, guts & glory [birth]

She nodded as Kove soon soothed her heartache, claiming that the dead child now rested with Meldresi. No matter the fact she was not entirely hooked on the Void, she was certain the priestess was now looking after her child in the absence of life. It was enough to have her move on and never shed another tear over it again; to focus on the living rather than fret on the dead. As a name was announced, she nudged the eldest boy once more as if her touch would deem his title until the end of time. "Yes," She murmered, for it fit the boy like armour. The next, she would name Abaraxas, seeking Kove's approval though she knew he would not disagree. It was a greek name, a throwback to a youth-long heriatge she never would have revisited except for the fact she felt drawn to the title like a charm, and would not ignore the certian ring to it that made her boy sound all the more regal. 

The boy that came closest in comparision to his father's pale coat was named Keelut, though Nemesis did not have time to ask of its meaning before the exhaustion of birth could not keep her awake any longer and she settled down in a deep slumber she deserved after the torment of pushing five children out of her body. With the warmth of her family, she could not feel any warmer yet as she drifted, she knew the peace would not last. It never did, despite her wishes. They would grow and they would live and they would do great things, but a sinking feeling of what was to come forboded by the crashing storm outside sent a chill down her spine. And then she was asleep.