Wapun Meadow the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen
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Pregnancy.

It was a concept Aventus had shoved into the furthest unlit corner of his mind. @Arielle warned him she could become pregnant, but he had ignored her. He had told her it couldn’t happen unless they wanted it to. He had been selfish. He wanted her so badly, and she had seemed happy enough to go along with him at the time, so he thought nothing of the consequences.

He knew that he was wrong, but he danced around the notion. It could not be so if he did not think about it. That was what Aventus told himself, but he knew otherwise, which might explain his frequent departures from the territory in the aftermath. He never went far, only into the adjoining meadow, but he spent great bouts of time there. He told himself, and any who asked, that he was seeking new blood for Ursus.

She could not be pregnant. They could not have children. He didn't want children. His life was fucked up enough without that added complication. He avoided his mate and any indication that it could be true, and thought long and hard about how to deal with it if it was. It wasn't. It couldn't be. It never hurt to be prepared, though. Aventus was not above murder. It would be a kindness...

Aventus paused in the new spring grass and retched once.
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the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen - by Aventus - April 29, 2022, 12:58 PM