Hideaway Strath To each their own

intended this one to be dead after to long in the birth canal, genderless unless you'd like to give it one. 

The world stopped, sounds did not exist, nothing existed outside of the exquisite pain that wracked her body,  she was trapped in her own version of hell. She heard nothing of the early morning crickets and insects that greeted the day nor the bleats of a herd of goats that came down from the hills to sneak a drink.

Her body hardened around the object it was trying to expel; her white teeth stained with the blood of the first bared in frustration her breathing stopped until her body relaxed but the thing her body was trying to push out was no further along it was large to large it felt like it was splitting her apart. 

There was a voice with a soothing lilt that usually melted her bones from the inside out is barely heard, the words slipped by without purchase in her ears. A guttural groan was his only reply, White blue orbs squeezed shut her paws pushed at the dirt and scrabbled for purchase she did need. It was only a moment more before her belly turned rock hard and squeezed tight and still the thing inside her did not move.

Her breaths came in heavy pants now and she startled at the touch of tongue to her face so startled she forgot to attack. Her eyes opened to stare into his yellow eyes, but her’s still did not see him. Whrist stood and paced her paws leaving wet marks on the ground. She groaned growled again this time when her belly hardened, the burden she carried finally moved and she pushed it free from her body as she paced the thing did not move as it hit the ground, covered in blood it was large almost to large for her body have expelled on her own. She moved away several paces before she stopped, her back to both Kynareth and the thing that had caused her so much pain.

The sack still covered the babe that had yet to move, when she delivered the afterbirth and finally she was free of pain, her body softened her legs shook in relief.

The black wraith lifted her muzzle not daring to look behind her, at the the thing that had cause all this pain or at the Grandmaster. She didn’t know what to say; should she apologize for making him worry, should she thank him for coming to her aid though there was nothing he could do while her own body violated her. Should she take vengeance upon the thing that had hurt her so? She didn’t trust her voice so she didn’t say anything, she choose to remain quiet and see if he’d come to her, she still heard nothing from the thing…