Ravensblood Forest Love Goes On And On

All welcome, but let the pups and Noir post first, please! <3 Setting - very early morning, like 3 AM. Permission to PP Noir has been given!

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It had been a close call; Lorelai's water had broken just as they'd crossed the borders of Sacrarium. Weather had made travel difficult, and the Mystic had simply left Sapphique too late. With Noir's help, Lorelai made it all the way to the sunrock, before she could move no more. She was bearing down, her breath coming in ragged gasps - Noir hurriedly began digging a temporary den at the base of one of the trees surrounding the clearing, and Lorelai was ushered into it. Noir gave a quick howl to alert the pack of Lorelai's labor, then she stood guard at the entrance to the den.

Inside the den, Lorelai was struggling; the pain was building, and she was struggling to remember what Erzulie had said. "It's like... the waves... of the sea," she gasped between breaths, whimpering as tears began to prick at her eyes. "A start..." That was just after her water had broken - she'd felt a sudden tugging deep within her womb as her contractions had begun. "A peak," she sobbed, claws tearing into the soil. This had to be the peak - it was horrendous, even worse than when Vorilye had taken her innocence. She finally had memories of that night - they replayed through her mind as she let out a scream, and she felt something pass from her nether region. With a great effort, Lorelai pulled herself from this memory, and she moved to look to her firstborn.

She was perfect, a tiny thing colored in creams. Lorelai cleaned her of blood, cruor, and other nasty bits, then brought her close to her breast. "An end..." the new mother murmured, kissing her first daughter softly. "You're Lynette..." It was only then that she realized... she smelled... off. Lorelai swallowed, then nudged her gently with her nose. There was no reaction - no whimper nor whine, no movement... It didn't try to nurse. "N-no," Lorelai whined. "No!" She had no time to mourn, however, as more contracts began. Her face tear-stained, expression broken, she went through the process once more. This time, however, there was good news - this whelp had survived. It was another female. She was also cream-furred, but she had darker, sandy unders and cheeks; it bled down her legs and right down to her toes. Her face and down her back and sides bore brown timber markings rather than the usual black. "Lenora," Lorelai breathed, kissing her second daughter and cleaning her as well. The whelp wriggled and squirmed, but Lorelai could not let her nurse yet - a third was coming.

This final time seemed to hurt less, or perhaps Lorelai had just got used to the pain. "Hmm..." She pondered over what to name this one, but after a few moments, she decided, "Lennox. Welcome to the family, babies... Welcome home..." Lennox was cream as well, which was unsurprising given both of her parents had been cream. She had subtle browns in her pelt, and what looked like white flecking - definitely another beauty. Lorelai was exhausted. Once Lennox was cleaned, both babes were moved to her breast, where they began to suckle ravenously. She called to Noir.

"Can... can you keep a secret?" When her words were given the affirmative, Lorelai told her quietly, "One of them... S-she didn't make it. I don't want anyone to know... Could you bury her?"