The labor pains had started the day before, the feeling of liquid down her legs had been the first sign that caused her to go into a panic. @Collision was worried just as she was, the pain gripped her next but there was no urge to push and she would not until it was safe. If only the children had known that their location was not safe for them to be welcomed into the world, this would have been easier on her. Instead she had to have the charcoal male help her to her den to the anger of her husband, he was furious that she had left in such a state. She could not blame him but everything changed when she gave out a whimper in pain.
That was where she was now, almost a day later. The pains rode her body in wave that she could not control and no matter how hard she tried to force the situation, the children had not come into the world just yet. Instead the scent of metallic blood coated the air as she breathing grew shallower, she was tired but finally there was actually a need to move. A need to help a child move into this world. They sun was beginning to finally rise but her world was still in shadow. when the first baby came into the world there was no sound, panic ceased her as she began to frantically lick the unmoving babe and found the problem. This little one was not meant for this world, Her umbilical cord had been wrapped around her neck, she never had a chance to struggle or even draw in her first breath and yet the marchioness still cleaned her and placed her between her paws. She was as white as her father, not a single ounce of color but she would never see if her eyes would stay blue or shift to his beautiful tone of lavender.
Her attention moved from the chilling child to the next, another girl but this one carried her signature marking. The pain that came over her did not let her noticed that this little one was not moving with the will of a strong will, she kicked weakly and could not seem to latch onto the life source she needed. this next babe came with more blood, the pain caused her to cry out in pain to the point she almost passed out but she couldn't. She wouldn't.
She pushed harder and again she cried out, it took sometime for this one to struggle out of his mother, his cries came to her heavy pants. As she cleaned him she smiled in relief, he was a rather large boy. no wonder her narrow hips had not wanted to release him so easily, she moved him next to his weakening sister. Frowning at her failure to latch onto the teet as the boy did so expertly, then she noticed their size difference and gave out a cry. She would not make it, she was too weak. This was her fault.
The light of the sun angled slightly into the whelping den, signifying a very early morning but she was not done. Pain came again in a crashing wave as her panting grew erratic, please let this be the last one, please let they be born as healthy as her prince but she was never that lucky. the last came and he too was small, not a sound came from him nor did a breath. she quickly moved him next to his cold sister, only then noticing a slight marking on his nose and it was brown. She gave a strange squeaking sound as she looked away from the chilling puppies between her front paws and placed her plush tail over her living children but she knew.. the girl would not make it more than a few more hours and so she watched her, licking her in encouragement that would never work.
That was when the tears came.
That was where she was now, almost a day later. The pains rode her body in wave that she could not control and no matter how hard she tried to force the situation, the children had not come into the world just yet. Instead the scent of metallic blood coated the air as she breathing grew shallower, she was tired but finally there was actually a need to move. A need to help a child move into this world. They sun was beginning to finally rise but her world was still in shadow. when the first baby came into the world there was no sound, panic ceased her as she began to frantically lick the unmoving babe and found the problem. This little one was not meant for this world, Her umbilical cord had been wrapped around her neck, she never had a chance to struggle or even draw in her first breath and yet the marchioness still cleaned her and placed her between her paws. She was as white as her father, not a single ounce of color but she would never see if her eyes would stay blue or shift to his beautiful tone of lavender.
Her attention moved from the chilling child to the next, another girl but this one carried her signature marking. The pain that came over her did not let her noticed that this little one was not moving with the will of a strong will, she kicked weakly and could not seem to latch onto the life source she needed. this next babe came with more blood, the pain caused her to cry out in pain to the point she almost passed out but she couldn't. She wouldn't.
She pushed harder and again she cried out, it took sometime for this one to struggle out of his mother, his cries came to her heavy pants. As she cleaned him she smiled in relief, he was a rather large boy. no wonder her narrow hips had not wanted to release him so easily, she moved him next to his weakening sister. Frowning at her failure to latch onto the teet as the boy did so expertly, then she noticed their size difference and gave out a cry. She would not make it, she was too weak. This was her fault.
The light of the sun angled slightly into the whelping den, signifying a very early morning but she was not done. Pain came again in a crashing wave as her panting grew erratic, please let this be the last one, please let they be born as healthy as her prince but she was never that lucky. the last came and he too was small, not a sound came from him nor did a breath. she quickly moved him next to his cold sister, only then noticing a slight marking on his nose and it was brown. She gave a strange squeaking sound as she looked away from the chilling puppies between her front paws and placed her plush tail over her living children but she knew.. the girl would not make it more than a few more hours and so she watched her, licking her in encouragement that would never work.
That was when the tears came.
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sometimes fate is just as cruel - by Hiromi - May 29, 2020, 02:32 AM
RE: sometimes fate is just as cruel - by Kazuhiko - May 29, 2020, 02:41 AM
RE: sometimes fate is just as cruel - by Yuudai - June 12, 2020, 02:11 PM
RE: sometimes fate is just as cruel - by Hiromi - June 14, 2020, 07:33 AM
RE: sometimes fate is just as cruel - by Kazuhiko - June 14, 2020, 01:21 PM
RE: sometimes fate is just as cruel - by Yuudai - June 16, 2020, 11:42 PM