Swiftcurrent Creek But the light faded out like flames always do {birth thread}

Mature Content Warning

This thread has been marked as mature. By reading and/or participating in this thread, you acknowledge that you are of age or have permission from your parents to do so.

The participants have indicated the following reason(s) for this warning: birth, you know it gets messy

@Alessia @Kavik

A scream tore through her throat upon waking, a mixture of anguish fueled by a nightmare of pain and the physical calling of her children. The dream had started like any other, but was quick to turn, images of herself bleeding into the earth and Alessia turning her back. The day she had lost everything. A sharp pain pulled from her core, as she tried desperately to blink away her tears. Another yell and she realized this wasn’t a dream any longer.

Roughly awaken from her deep slumber, Rosalie was in a particularly foul mood. With a harsh snarl and violent snapping of her teeth, Lie forced any who might have been with her in the den, out. A strangled sob echoed from her throat; she was in so much pain. Her thoughts weren’t together, lost in a myriad of discomfort and agony. The instinct to push grew, pulling at her core. And so, she did. Again, and again. She tried with all of her might, through the pain she prayed for her children's safe delivery.

The new mother waited and waited, as contraction after contraction rippled through her abdomen. Nothing was coming. Dread seeped into her heart; something was wrong. Minutes upon minutes passed, soon almost a half hour had come and gone, and she had yet to be greeted by one of her children. A grief-stricken moan fell from her lips, as she desperately bared down. Please. She begged, throwing her head back. She pushed as hard as she could, and finally something felt different.

Her first child came into the world in a wave of blood, and other questionable liquids. Licking it clean, her tongue worked to bring out movement in the pup. Anything, any indication that he was alive, that he would live. Her lip quivered as he remained motionless, a tear hovering in the corner of her eye. Until finally, finally, her efforts were rewarded with the tiniest of cries, and the slight twitch of a paw. With tears now flowing freely, Lie smiled down at her new son, a relief filled gasp, “My baby.” She whispered softly nestling the tiny puppy to her breast. Still she continued to lick the child, more to comfort herself than anything.