April 30, 2020, 11:51 AM
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It was late. Her children seemed to like freeloading inside her too much, and Vanity would let them if her body didn't require them to be pushed out. It hurt, bad. She ached and whined, paced often. Eating felt like too much effort and poor Hashut was trying his best to look after her.
At last, during the deepest night and the skies seemed blank and still, she finally laid down, the pains increasing as she heaved, struggling to bring life to the world. She winced, and there was a moment of relief. Her first was born. As black as the night, Arwen lay. Vanity licked her, knowing she had to make her breathe. She nudged and pushed her wet body, and she heard that first squeak and knew she'd be ok.
Vanity laid down again, pulling Arwen to her belly gently and got ready for her next.
The next was short and quick like it was booted out by her son. But this pup was small, twisted. Dead. Deformed. She stared at it, then Arwen's persistent cries brought her back to her care.
She pushed again, working hard for her last child.
Leshen was soon born, squirming. She knew he was alive and quickly helped him to breathe properly. She smiled softly, holding her newborns close. Looking towards the slit of skyline, the sun was already gracing the clouds with it's warmth.
At last, during the deepest night and the skies seemed blank and still, she finally laid down, the pains increasing as she heaved, struggling to bring life to the world. She winced, and there was a moment of relief. Her first was born. As black as the night, Arwen lay. Vanity licked her, knowing she had to make her breathe. She nudged and pushed her wet body, and she heard that first squeak and knew she'd be ok.
Vanity laid down again, pulling Arwen to her belly gently and got ready for her next.
The next was short and quick like it was booted out by her son. But this pup was small, twisted. Dead. Deformed. She stared at it, then Arwen's persistent cries brought her back to her care.
She pushed again, working hard for her last child.
Leshen was soon born, squirming. She knew he was alive and quickly helped him to breathe properly. She smiled softly, holding her newborns close. Looking towards the slit of skyline, the sun was already gracing the clouds with it's warmth.
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April 30, 2020, 01:06 PM
He had been doing a nightly patrol and he heard the cries of his beloved and he quickly made his way to the den and the smells of afterbirth and blood filled his airways as well as the smell of death. He looked into the den not going all the way in and he saw the three young that laid the two by her chest and the still one. His ears flattened to his skull as he looked at her softly.
“Common” ”Spanish”
April 30, 2020, 10:27 PM
she was ready to enter the world and any delay resulted in her to kick, kick, kick. eventually it seemed mother nature got the cue and soon enough the pains of labor began to guide her into her new life. it wasn't fun to say the least. cold, damp, and hungry, she let out furious squeals of retaliation once prodded. mother did well to scoot her near to a teat, quickly hushing the inky newborn as milk dribbled down the side of her mouth.
soon she was joined by another, though paid little mind to them. she knew only the warmth and milk that she craved, and drank her fill until she eventually passed out like that of a drunkard.
soon she was joined by another, though paid little mind to them. she knew only the warmth and milk that she craved, and drank her fill until she eventually passed out like that of a drunkard.
May 13, 2020, 11:27 PM
Leshen was a born dissenter.
In fact, he protested his own birth; using his first breath in that pitiless burrow to cry out in admonishment of the cold-bringer, the sac-breaker, his mother. He cried as he was handled, and cried louder still when he was left untouched for even a second. He curled up fitfully as an unseen tongue bathed him clean and rubbed him warm -- he seemed to reject the very notion that he needed it -- and the newborn yielded to no force until a full minute of resisting all the change had left him disabled, like an earthworm lost on concrete.
He was revived by the freeflowing of milk into suckling jaws, but no longer assailed the hearing community with his affronted wails. Instead, once properly fed and nestled in next to a rather familiar lump, Leshen promptly fell asleep.
In fact, he protested his own birth; using his first breath in that pitiless burrow to cry out in admonishment of the cold-bringer, the sac-breaker, his mother. He cried as he was handled, and cried louder still when he was left untouched for even a second. He curled up fitfully as an unseen tongue bathed him clean and rubbed him warm -- he seemed to reject the very notion that he needed it -- and the newborn yielded to no force until a full minute of resisting all the change had left him disabled, like an earthworm lost on concrete.
He was revived by the freeflowing of milk into suckling jaws, but no longer assailed the hearing community with his affronted wails. Instead, once properly fed and nestled in next to a rather familiar lump, Leshen promptly fell asleep.
May 14, 2020, 06:42 AM
Vanity looked up at Hashut's form once her young were tended to.
He seemed a little dejected, but it was just one. One was ok.
Maybe she wasn't as strong as he thought, but she was. Her womb has been through a lot of hardships.
"Take it. Please," she asked of her mate. She didn't care what he did with the tiny, twisted body, but was glad she didn't have to put it down herself.
She kicked the small body closer to him so he didn't have to reach too far in the den to take it.
She curled around her young tighter, fearing the soul of her lost would haunt her livings dreams.
You should take it to rest with your family.
Her jaw set in pessimism. No, she couldn't. It would just be buried or whatever here.
Vanity didn't say any more.
He seemed a little dejected, but it was just one. One was ok.
Maybe she wasn't as strong as he thought, but she was. Her womb has been through a lot of hardships.
"Take it. Please," she asked of her mate. She didn't care what he did with the tiny, twisted body, but was glad she didn't have to put it down herself.
She kicked the small body closer to him so he didn't have to reach too far in the den to take it.
She curled around her young tighter, fearing the soul of her lost would haunt her livings dreams.
You should take it to rest with your family.
Her jaw set in pessimism. No, she couldn't. It would just be buried or whatever here.
Vanity didn't say any more.
| | | | "Common" "Spanish"
May 14, 2020, 10:12 AM
He looked at the little ones lifeless body and he had sympathy for the small being but perhaps it was for the best and he scooped it up with his jaws and set out to go bury it. And came back to the den and settled outside to guard her and his young as they slept.
“Common” ”Spanish”
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