June 16, 2023, 07:06 AM
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May strong arms hold you,
caring hearts tend you,
and may love await you at every step.
caring hearts tend you,
and may love await you at every step.
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The words were sweet and hot on her mind, her mantra as pain rippled through her body. She'd retired to their den, having furiously dug it out for days prior, accommodating additional space for them. Soon. Very soon, she could feel it. Meylodi turned her head and snapped at her grá, and felt her teeth rake fur; now was not the time for him to be at her side. No, not one bit. His presence irritated her, though she admittedly was not herself.
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Leave her alone for now. Get out. There would be time for that, time for cuddles, praise, and whatnot, but leave the Alfess to the quiet sanctum of her whelping den.
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A cailín no longer; a woman. A Máthair. Máthair-Alfa. The Mother Alfa of Midnight Scar. Her children would be born on their soil, something she would always be grateful for. It was time; they were ready, wether or not the mother-wolf was. She howled for Kiche in particular, as Moorhen had still been out on patrol. Hopefully, the woman would come in time. If not, she'd always said her body would know what to do. Meylodi hoped she was right, because right now was not one of the times she was in control.
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They were.
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Violence in the sky was upon this fateful day. A storm in full swing overhead, its lightning barrelling into the ground of their home in displays of sparks and short-lived flames. Thunder ran like hundreds of elk herds forming into one, spooked by the pack in a mad dash for life. They couldn't wait for better weather? She couldn't exactly say no. Get out of her, get out of her- she had been patient for so long.
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Her tongue lolled in a pant, focused on breathing. Just breathe, just breathe, she thought. Ya be fine, yer body knows what ta do, it does, it does - Pain rippled through her, causing small whines to escape her throat. No, she wouldn't call for her love, no, he did not need to be there at this exact second. In this case, the Alfess wanted a she-wolf... or she-dog, to tend the Dome's dark queen. Her form was almost invisible in the shadows in the leader's den, built for a pair of large wolves and dug deeper to accommodate her in such a state.
May you live as long as you want,
and never want as long as you live.
and never want as long as you live.
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May Strong Arms Hold You - by Meylodi - June 16, 2023, 07:06 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Void - June 16, 2023, 08:09 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Meylodi - June 16, 2023, 09:06 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Void - June 16, 2023, 09:19 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Badger - June 16, 2023, 09:20 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Meylodi - June 16, 2023, 09:31 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Raen - June 16, 2023, 09:54 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Granite - June 18, 2023, 08:40 PM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Haezil - June 20, 2023, 10:14 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Meylodi - June 20, 2023, 11:00 AM
RE: May Strong Arms Hold You - by Void - June 22, 2023, 04:52 PM