Neverwinter Forest The beams of first light [Birth (M)]

Set on the 25th of December <3 @Arrille @Kjalarr BE PREPARED TO BE BORN! The little twin sisters have trouble breathing, and that is probably why they are going to die - and Ondine does not want them to suffer.

She was awoken by pain. A stern, cold pain in her belly. It was so sudden and horrible that it had taken her right out of a wonderful dream. At first, she thought it was nothing. She lay her head back down after checking Maude had not come in and had sunken her teeth in her belly flesh again. Kjalarr was not present in the den (which was probably a good thing knowing how aggressive she had become of everyone that had even tried to bring her food and such). Just as she was about to close her eyes did a wave of pain go through her whole body again. She gasped for air and whimpered, shifting her hind legs to maybe release the pain.

But it honestly only became worse. She now knew why she had never wanted children in the first place. The pain was almost unbearable, and for a moment she thought she was going to die with her children still in her body. She was proven wrong by an urge to push. Breath and push and don't stop. She flopped on her side, sending another wave of pain through her body as she lifted the hind leg that lay atop the other to better position herself for the coming of her children. Their children.

She closed her eyes as the first one was slowly pushed outside. It was a boy, later to be named Arrille (although she did not know this yet) and he was pulled close near his mother. An instinct drove her to remove the slimy sack that surrounded the wriggling, white potato so that it could breath. She did just that and had just enough time to clean him and shove him near her belly before the pain welled up again.

The second came fast, since it was a girl so much smaller than her older brother, and the poor mother had no time to free her from her sack as the third (and luckily last) pup demanded to be pushed out first. Two sacks full of puppy lay before her, and Ondine did not know what to do anymore. Her mind had gone blank, the smell of blood and birth making her thoughts fuzzy. She moved to free also the boy's sisters, but it became apparent she had perhaps waited too long. Or maybe, as second and third born, they were destined to have trouble breathing. She could not explain it and could only hope they would make it till the end of the day. One boy, two unhealthy girls. She was overjoyed she had created them, and yet felt bad for the two girls. They wriggled, but cried little, and their tiny mouths gasped for air frequently. upon cleaning every single one of them thoroughly, she discovered something quite amazing. The firstborn boy carried the tawny feet of his father, and Ondine cried a little when she saw it. They had done good. She had done good.