Silvertip Mountain Get used to me as your mother

Welp, there we go! First the babies [@Stoic @Solemn Adeline @Odette] who do not really have a posting order and then Papa @FitzDutiful at the end of the thread. I will let Zaria howl for him! :3 Bit of PP on the pups and their constant crying/screaming. Let me know if you want anything changed.

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Zaria had felt cramps before but these ones were quite more intense than the other ones she had to deal with. The small female had been quite restless today and she had the feeling now it was time. Clearly she was not suppose to do a summoning for them to be born. She just needed to wait. The female was quite done with waiting and wanted them out. Zaria didn't picture this as going to be difficult. She could go back to her own business and do as she liked. Zaria knew she promised to help Fitz out with the raising and all that but she felt like he could do some raising and watching them now seeing that she carried them for like... a long time. It was clearly his turn now. Zaria let out a surprised yelp when pain shot through her body. She quickly muffled it, not wanting to let anyone hear she was in pain. Her breathing was starting to get heavier. The female started to try every position but there were these constant waves of pain. Zaria gritted her teeth. The stupid little monsters in her belly wanted a fight?! Well she would win it. She was going to get them out and they were not going to stay inside of her any longer.

On instinct she started pushing, muffled whines as she was not immune to pain. If Zaria had looked murderous before then she looked lethal now. Clearly not pleased what was happening to her. She started to push harder, forcing the pup out of her which came paired with new pain. She let out a sigh in relief even the pain vanished, yet only half a second later that relief was filled with annoyance as a high pitched cry came from... the thing. She pushed herself to her feet, panting still. She watched the moving blob in the ripped sack. "Ew," she let out in disgust, ears flat on her head. Before her lay a brown colored pup, much like her coat color actually. Zaria kept her disgusted look on her face, which slowly turned into annoyance when the pup kept squealing. "Shut up!," she growled at it. Goddamn this thing was giving her a headache. She let out a snarl at the moving blob. "SHUT UP!!!," she yelled over the high squeals. The clueless female became more frustrated. New camps were starting and she did not want to birth any more of these things if they were going to be as annoying as this one. "OBEY ME!," she snarled.

Zaria started to pace small circles in her den. She started to fight against the camps. She was not going to allow any more of these things coming out of her. No. She hated them. They were ruining her perfect life and her perfect body AND her perfect hearing. A keen came from her as another camp made her stagger a bit. She almost missed a step. In her pacing and trying to fight against the contractions she was not paying attention to the pup on the floor. A sickening crunch came from under her feet. She half jumped half stumbled away from what she had been standing on. Only her panting filled the den. A sigh of relief came from the mother. "Finally!," she let out as the newborn had stopped crying. "Don't be in my way again," she snarled at the blob. Another contraction followed. Zaria closed her eyes and inhaled sharply to calm herself down. The pain was too much even for her, so she laid down and started pushing. It didn't take long for another blob was born. She looked at the ... thing.. who was also in a sack and disgusting looking. She nosed over it, sack ripping. The screaming started once more. "Oh not again!!," she let out in frustration, hackles raising. "Be like the other one!," she growled. Indirectly wishing to the new born that he was dead.

Zaria looked at the silent pup, who looked a bit... crumpled. She squinted her eyes suspiciously as it was still laying on the same spot, half wrapped in the sack it was born in. Zaria couldn't think too much off it because new cramps were starting. She laid down, trying to ignore the loud cries from the impossibly irritating pup. Another one joined the already crying pup. Zaria didn't even want to look at the other new born. Bet it was as ugly as the first two. Zaria got to her feet. She couldn't help but look at the two wiggling wet blobs. She ripped the sack off its head, noticing the other one was already less covered by it. The two moving ones looked exactly the same. They had brown fur like her. Zaria's eye looked at the bloodied and unmoving one she stepped on, to then look back at the two loud ones. Her ears flattened. Realizing that she was not so clean looking herself, covered in blood, dirt and other fluids. How many did Krypton say she would have? Three to four? Another contraction started. She didn't want to do this anymore. She wanted to leave. They were ugly and not anything like her, and they were horrible. She didn't want to put another screaming thing on the world. She laid down, the contraptions making her weaker. Zaria was seriously beginning to tire.

With some pushing and new pains another was born. She let out a tired sigh. She kept laying on her side for a moment before pushing herself up. Last one. The screaming was numbing her ears. She looked at the new thing. Just as ugly. Great. It was a lighter brown, and on her tail was something white-ish. Zara looked at it with interest and then pulled off the sack. "Ew," she spoke once more. Horrified that this came out of her. Now the sack was off the lighter pup she realized this one actually had a white tipped tail, mixed with some red in it, probably blood. Huh. Zaria lied down again, her legs so tired. She was a bit sunken in thought, though that was quickly interrupted when she felt something suckle. She let out a yelp in shock and almost pushed the ugly thing way from her belly when Zaria realized that the blob was quiet. Wait a minute.... She noticed the one that looked like the one drinking was also somewhere close so she gave it a bit of a shove towards her belly. "Be quiet," she demanded, grabbing the one with the white tipped tail and planted it down too. Zaria had trouble reaching for the unmoving one. She dragged it closer by its paw and placed it by her belly as well. Four blobs by her belly, hopefully they would be quiet now like the first one that was drinking. So that was what they wanted. Couldn't they tell her so? These new borns instantly had to fight for their lives seeing that their mother was not really helping them out greatly. Zaria was quite clueless, it was no secret.

The female let out a puff, thinking that she was done, and that she could enjoy her silence for a moment when she was interrupted by another contraction. "Noooo," she complained. Zaria didn't want more of these things. They were disgusting. But now she knew better than to fight the contractions and just went along with the waves of pain. She was too tired to fight against it. The newbie mother just pushed out the new blob. She lifted her head, not really wanting to disturb the others who were drinking, well except for the one she stepped on, but she also didn't want another pup crying in her ears. She grabbed the pup swiftly and placed it by the others. Letting the shaggy pup find a nipple on her own. Instantly after a new contraption started. Zaria was in no mood to birth another crying thing. Yet, once the last one was out, there was no new scream. Her body calmed down once the last blob seemed to get out. Six, she realized. Six of these horrible things. Her pregnancy team had been lying to her. Zaria pushed herself up. Her slender legs trembling. She looked over the six things. Then she realized the one she placed at her belly still had not moved at all, while the others constantly did. The one still in the sack did not move either. Zaria went to check. The one in the sack was very small and looked strange compared to the other five. She looked from the moving ones to unmoving quiet ones. It then clicked she might have murdered her first born. She thought of Fitz and felt a twinge of guilt. Quickly her tired mind shoved that thought away. He had four others, he didn't need a fifth. She looked at the two identical ones. One of them had been the first. "You are the new first born," she decided, speaking unknowingly to what later would be Stoic. Then her eyes fell on the last living one born. This potato was shaggier compared to the others. Zaria realized she had Fitz's dense and fluffy coat compared to her sleek and thin one the other three had.

The tired female grabbed the two dead ones. She decided that it was better that Fitz would only know these ugly ones and the two dead ones. She climbed outside the den with the two dead pups. Zaria had made her den close to a stream and without thinking much about it she dumped them in the water. With cold green eyes she watched them be carried off by the current. They would probably be a snack for another animal. Bye, Fishbait and Quasimodo, she thought, naming the first born and last born in her mind. Awesome. That had been dealt with. Zaria then realized she was terribly thirsty and started to drink. The cold water was refreshing. Tiredly she sat down, looking at the den and hearing those horribly annoying screams again. Well, it seemed she was done with this birthing thing. She scowled at the den entrance. Though slowly those high pitched sounds were starting to pull on her heart strings the longer she was sitting outside. Zaria was tried and really wanted to lay down somewhere warm and cozy. She was about to walk to the alpha den with her bison coat when one high pitched scream made her turn around. "God damn," she cursed. Zaria went back into the den. "Shut up, mongrels. You are lucky I came back," she huffed and sank down tiredly. She curled around them, finally giving the pups some warmth they needed. Zaria placed her head down on the ground. She decided she would call Fitz later, now she just wanted to rest, her anger towards her mate fuming. How dare he do this to her. Did he even know how much this hurt? Maybe she would not show them to him at all, in her eyes they were really ugly. It was probably best that the pups were still deaf so they couldn't hear her cursing at them.

OMG I wrote a novel! XD This was amazing to write! Basically First Born; Stoic, Second; Solemn, Third; Adeline, Fourth; Odette. I pictured one of the twins finding one of her teats on his own. It is not like Zaria will be able to tell them apart, haha. Feel free to be as annoying to Zaria with their screaming seeing that was how I pictured it with lack of warmth and food in the beginning. I promise she won't kill them like Fishbait. XD

EDIT: I tagged the wrong person OMG. I'm stupid sorry!! @Deirdre

WOO. so many struggles in this post.

The world was warm and dark, and for so long too. The warmth of this hostile being was certainly something that this babe had gotten used to; he was not ready to face her on the outside. But he was forced to anyway, tumbling out and releasing a loud cry of protest as he left the warmth, the third second-born squirmed unhappily. He could not hear the she-beasts angered screams, but he did not enjoy the odd, cruel air that surrounded him. He was not as loud as his fellow siblings, but cried all the same. It was probably instinct that drove the small beast to yell, but he somehow detested being so loud. It was now that he let out one final call of disapproval before he wiggled towards the mighty she-demon that possessed something his small body longed for.

He attached quickly, quieted and happy again. The beast calmed for a moment, and warmth surrounded him on all sides as other beings were placed beside him. Happy, he felt, and it was all he could really know besides 'disapproval'. But warmth soon disappeared, torn from his mouth and nose and out into wherever- he could not see. The small thing screamed with discontent, unsure now what to do. Coldness was overtaking him, and he did not understand the situation. Beside him the others screamed too, but he could not hear their cries. 

Warmth returned again. She-beast gritted her teeth and wrapped herself around them again, and small brown being was warm again with happiness. He found, once again, a place to latch and receive, but he did not understand why the larger was so quick to deny them their warmth.

Adeline arrived screaming.

If she could speak, she would have said: 'No! This is deplorable! Take me back to warmth! What foul beast hath done this to me?! They will pay!!!!!'

And in baby-screams, Adeline certainly did shriek just that. But she quieted soon after... because she was not cramped anymore, and not being kicked or squeezed or anything of that sort. No. The cold was bothersome but the spaciousness here was what she deserved. These living quarters Adeline very much agreed with, and so had decided that indeed, she would stay in this place.

Soon the cold became much too much for her tastes, however. She began to cry, and make demands to a being she did not know existed. She would not have this, no, not at all! Her cries grew louder, and louder, and louder... until there was warmth at last again. Deeming all well, Adeline moved to place herself atop her brothers. They made a good bed, really... and she reached for a teat above them, and began to suckle.

The milk was sweet, and Adeline hummed. This'll do.

Birth.

He did not like it.

 One moment, he was a happy little sack of fluff and then next, thrust into the cold, the feel of hard earth beneath his breast. And what he would come to know as his mother, did nothing to help. Instead the being loomed over him, he could use what little he had of his scent to realise that this was indeed the thing that had birthed him. He screamed in protest at his current predicament and he did not stop, demanding she put him back where he didn't have to be pushed around by.. whatever these things were that were constantly scrambling above him. No, he was here first and Mother was his and no-one else's. When he realised his fellow beings were also thrusting themselves at HIS MOTHER, he did not hesitate to make his move. His forepaws scrambled above the earth, climbing over his fellow beings to reach Mother. 

Whilst he was blind and deaf, he had determination and greedily latched onto his Mother's.. thing. But to find another being already at his place, blasphemy! The fat one had placed herself atop his body, her weight crushing his own. This wouldn't do. He wailed at the top of his lungs, right at this thing he would learn to call his sister. Stupid thing! He moved hastily to push her out the way, taking that moment to embellish his thriving hunger. The warm taste of milk made well in the lack of comfort his Mother was giving. Maybe she did not like him, oh well, he would not like her either then. Infact, he gurgled in discomfort at all of his newfound siblings, which of course, Mother had to know. He struggled against his own weight as he clambered to be closer to his mother, unknowingly reaching her face. He bit down on the closest thing he could find, assuming the warm liquid sprouted out of everywhere from her body. But this thing was hard and not at all pleasant, and he made a hasty retreat back to his original spot at her teat. Unknowingly, this had been Zaria's nose, and unlike her probable bad reaction, he was quite content resting among her fur, and the heat radiating from each of his siblings. 

Seeing I don't have Odette back yet, she can always pop in here at any given time! I didn't want to leave Andrea in too much agony. :3

Zaria let out a groan, too tired to do anything about it. The female closed her eyes while having four furry blobs by her belly, or so she thought. One of those little monsters had crawled to her nose and mouthed on it like a chew toy. She let out a growl and shoved the blob away. "Fuck off," she hissed and rubbed her nose against her paw. "Gross," she huffed under her breath. The mother didn't really put the pup back by the others. She was just letting the pup find its way back to its siblings himself. Was it a he? She really didn't care too much to check. She did notice that some were quieter and more calm than others were. But before the mother could study them too much she passed out in exhaustion.

When Zaria woke up she wasn't sure how long she was passed out. She let out a groan, her whole body aching. The mother licked her dry mouth and pushed herself to her feet, her green eyes checking where the potatoes were laying. She lapped up some of the water, realizing that it was somewhere in the afternoon. She squinted her eyes a bit with the light. After she quenched her thirst she also decided to clean herself. Just a quick dip before she shook out her fur. It was followed by a howl to @FitzDutiful that they had some new arrivals. Which would also be a message to the pack, but they were not invited to see them yet. Zaria went back inside and laid down, realizing how dirty the pups looked. With a long sigh she grabbed the quiet one (Solemn) and started licking him clean.

Being taken from his cozy resting spot alongside his siblings, the small male let out a loud whine of protest before he was sat back down to be bathed. He did not understand the strange sensation that lapped over him, but he did not mind it, and silenced himself for the process. The thing didn't really understand anything that was going on, but he seemed relatively easygoing and alright with all of it. He remained still and silent, occasionally raising his dampened head to show his appreciation for whatever was going on, but it was probably seen as a hinderance for the process that was occurring. 

He was not aware that another had been called, and would not understand the differences in touch. But that was okay, he did not mind. 

The world was weird.

One moment she was all cozy in a sack in her Mother’s belly, the next she was here.  Out on Earth.  She did not like it.  The pup let out a scream, but found herself quickly silenced as her Mother placed her at a teat.  She could feel other squirming masses next to her, which she would later find out to be her siblings, but Odette didn’t really pay much attention to them.  She had no need to.  Why waste the time and energy on them anyways?  The little fluffy Odette quickly began to greedily suckle at the teat and the warmth of milk slipped into her mouth.  Everything finally was perfect until her Mother stood up and left... that was just simply outrageous.  Who did that!?  With the warmth and comfort now gone, little Odiekins began to scream and whimper for her Mother to return.  Where was she?  Odie knew she deserved so much better than this!  Finally warmth returned, and to her content, so did the milk filled teats.  

Lovely.

As the pup finished her fill, with her belly full.  She found herself oddly silent.  It was a weird sensation.  Although she could have never really heard her screams, she had felt the vibrations slip out her maw.  Earlier they had comforted her in a weird way, but now she simply did not feel like she had the time or energy to care or do that action.  The new babe slipped off into her first dreams at her Mother’s belly, feeling rather comfortable at the moment.

HI ALL OF YOU LOVELY PEOPLE!

FitzDutiful had been pacing outside and then he had gone off to do border patrol. Every day for the past few days he had been pacing and it was irritating him; heaven's only knew how it was affecting his beloved Zaria too. The pups should have been here by now, he was sure of it. He couldn't know absolutely but he was pretty sure they were supposed to have arrived by now. Every howl that went into the air caused him to stop with his heart pounding in his ears.

Each one was a different call to what he desired.

He kept up his patrols daily, sparring when he could and looked around for more things to do to keep his mind and body busy. Another howl came while he was catching a rabbit and his mind ignored it until the task was complete. Then it registered. This was the one he had been waiting for.

He had been about to eat the rabbit himself but now there was something more important to do and he raced towards the den, rabbit in mouth. As he approached he scent of blood filled the air. There was always blood - or so his limited experience taught him - and he waited outside, unknowingly not far away from where the two others had been plonked into the water.

"Zaria?" he called out softly, not wanting to hurt the little pups with the deep vibrations his voice box caused. "Can I come in?" He'd wait for her permission before entering.

Posting seeing that there is not really an order in my eyes. x) Also, this is hilarious. Fitz being so careful while Zaria yells at them always.

Zaria lifted her head when she heard someone approach. Solemn was mostly clean and she was about to start on the other quiet one when she knew it was Fitz. She still felt slightly angry at him for letting her go through this. She had no clue that birthing babies would be anything like that. His voice sounded soft. The mother shifted and popped her head out of the den entrance, looking pretty pissed at her mate. "How dare you make me go through this," she hissed. "You're horrible," she added with an agitated huff. Of course she was not really thinking that about him, she loved her mate, it was mostly her ego that was bruised that she had found something she wasn't good at.

She popped her head back inside and let out a soft grumble. "Yeah, but come in," she then agreed. She was curious how her mate would react to the moving blobs of fur. She thought they were ugly with their smudged faces. Alas, at least she would still be the prettiest of the family here.

He did not know much, nor could he see or hear but there was another tall, brooding being above him. This was not Mother, nor was it a sibling because they were all to small. He did not like the vibrating sensation Mother had made when the other had entered, and therefore was not liking this other force. With a small cry of anger, he demanded the person to.. well, he didn't know what but he was not happy! 

Eventually, he pushed away from the brood as far as he could to reach a teat farther away. They were moving too much, and he was tired. The warm crook of Mother's belly and legs were just fine by him to slumber quietly. He did not know much but Mother was good, and was all he really needed in life. After such a wild entrance into the world. all he wanted was to be comforted and loved, not so much by everyone else because he had no sense of "like", but he wanted Mother's affection. And so would he get it.

Zaria appeared at the door and berated him, FitzDutiful kept a straight face but allowed himself a smile after she turned away - he had to fight to not outright laugh for it was the same thing she had said almost every day of her pregnancy. He walked in and took in the sight of his four precious additions to his family. "Oh Zaria, you've done wonderfully!" He curled up as he sat down after giving her the food.

"Do you want help cleaning them?" He didn't have a clue what to do for Raissa had at least done this bit but he wanted to help her; it wasn't easy for either of them. "I barely remember Mason and June like this. I think I forgot how odd looking they are to start with, but they grow up so fast - you'll see. In only a short while they won't need us at all."

He smiled at her, hoping it was all reassuring.

Zaria basically attacked the meal his mate brought for her. The young female was clearly hungry after all her efforts of getting these young on this earth. Her ear caught how happy Fitz was with that, and secretly Zaria was relieved because to her they were ugly as hell, she could not have looked at ugly when she was born. Alas there were not pictures to prove it. "Yes," she spoke and dived back to her food. This was so much better because now she could just eat in rest and Fitz could do the dirty work.

Though, she did listen to Fitz words of comfort. He said they were odd too, so at least he was not completely blind to their ugliness, but he seemed to like them so Zaria was pleased for now. They better be independent soon, because she was not really keen on fussing over them at all.