Redtail Rise poetry

because i am IMPATIENT — set for tomorrow!

she'd been idly surveying a warren of rabbits near her den when the pains started. fantasizing about devouring their children just as hers began their slow descent into the world. karmic retribution, perhaps.

between pacing and gritting her teeth, she howls for @Ashlar and @Masquerade, then lets her head hang, nose bowed to her sternum.

she remembers the agony now. a deeper, darker sort of hurt than flesh wounds, resonating to her core.

walking helps, somewhat. she pads in circles as best as she can, trying to move even through each contraction. 

soon, she won't be able to walk at all—and after that, tied to the den indefinitely. Avicus will take advantage of free movement while she still has the chance.