Two Rivers Isle They tell [M]e think with my head, not that thing in my chest

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As the earliest reaches of dawn fell upon the small Isle, the first of the heavier contractions started. Ady had shifted throughout the night, all night. Her tiny body rippling with each movement, and the ever bearing pressure at her hips and back. It had wrung small whines and wails from her throat, but she had tried so very hard to keep it at bay, but this time. A wail rang from her and she felt her eyes screw up. So much pain, more pain than she had ever borne. A shift, a burning need to stand, to walk, to ease that pressure. So she did, cries curling from inside her, to all around her. She sought Ulrich's comforting presence as the pain doubled down.

From deep within a racking shudder that started at her chest and worked backwards. Her eyes rolled for a moment, before the first child breached the open air. She quickly allowed her instinct to take over, as she bent to the side and pulled the child of bile and blood to her. Snapping the sack that covered their head. A boy of white with grey shoulders, ears and head. She licked his tiny face and pressed him into her side, as he breathed. @Manias

The shudders continued and she realized, she was in for a long day. The second time was as difficult as the first. The screech of pain and the ever burning as her body stretched to accommodate the coming of their second child. A child of shadow with pale tail and saddle upon their shoulders. Gentle white that curled and blended into gray and then white. A mixing of her and Ulrich if she had ever seen one. She too curled him tightly to her, relieving him of the ambiotic sac that cut his air. A sharp snick of teeth against chord and he was pressed near his brother, @Matteo .

Her body was growing tired and her fur matted, but she was pressing on. This time a cry not so loud. A pained gasp and the pressure that squeezed and tore and rippled. Forward came a little girl dressed in Grey. A three tone child with white legs, grey undersides and the black upon her shoulders and back. A hood of black across her face, cut only by the pristine whiteness of her jaw. Little @Ines sweet and soft. Breathing and healthy. All her tiny toes.

There was blood upon her once pristine fur, and the ruff that had been soft and layered upon her neck was now matted and wet from slobber and tears. A final time her body did what it was told to do, though she felt as if it was rebelling. A harsh roll from stomach to rear. So exhausted not even did a cry ring out from her throat. A little pristine child only broken by greying shoulders and black back, The mask of grey and racoon nose that curled around her tiny face @Everarda was this one. 

And finally, finally she settled too exhausted to clean herself or even care about it. Her heart so full of love she felt as if it were overflowing. @Ulrich had 2 sons and 2 daughters, she had done that for him. She had given him a gift and she was proud of herself for it. Though it had been painful and shocking, she would do it again. Happiness bled from all corners of this cavern and she couldn't help the smile as she began to slip in and out of sleep.