King Elk Forest Mechanical Love

Fury offered her congratulations, but Vex did not feel this birth was something to celebrate; her children cried and squirmed for her milk, and yet she felt repulsed by their touches. She didn't feel any love for them. The Cruor Queen looked to her allied Warqueen, many questions half-hidden in her orange gaze... but then Fury spoke of taking her lastborn.

Perhaps Vex didn't feel love for her children — that didn't mean she didn't feel possessive of them. They were hers, after all. They were the future of the Dominion, and they would all serve their purpose... but it would be by her decree, and under her own guidance. Her expression hardened, and she answered as calmly as she could manage, "No. No... I... I will keep him. When their eyes open, we will know." And yet, there was the matter of nursing them and tending to them. She was wholly unprepared.

Vex snorted softly. It was time to retreat to her whelping den. She moved her whelps one by one to the den entrance, then told Fury tiredly, "Thank you for coming. I must rest now..." She then nodded once to Kevalin, adding on, "I have him to assist further."