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- Orin Takekuro - 03-09-2011 [html] Word Count→500+ :: Shaw and Alaine. Shaw first for a couple posts, then Alaine! Here come the babies!! BTW just to make sure it is clear, the thread starts out in the afternoon but by the time Orin sits in the snow it is evening.
The mother-to-be was restless. She felt like this the entire day, and for half of the day prior. Something was wrong; Orin wished she could crawl right out of her skin! Maybe then this itch, this restlessness, would go away! The woman did her best to keep busy, to keep her mind off of her body's betrayal. She was becoming used to peculiar occurrences like these, her body had felt like an alien thing for the last two months – all throughout her pregnancy. But this time her discomfort advanced quickly, becoming too severe to disregard within a matter of hours. It was when she began to feel nauseous and hot that she finally sent word to her friend in Cour des Miracles. Unfortunately, courier was a slow system these days. Not only did she have to wait for the courier to travel the distance to the Court (that is, if they decided to be honest and actually complete the task given), but she had to wait for Alaine to collect herself and cover the distance, too. That is, if Alaine would come. She would come, right? She had to. Orin needed her. It's too hot in this damn book store! Orin thought, her mood darkening by the minute. She was anxious and there was little she could do about it. If anyone stopped by she would send them away. She did not want anyone to know there was something wrong, she did not even want to see anyone's stupid face! With a scoff, Orin jerked out of her chair and lumbered to the front door. The insufferable heat was worse than the possibility of seeing anyone but Alaine, so she yanked the door open and stepped outside. The cold, frosty air hit her like a brick wall. Anyone else might have been overcome by the chill, but the biting air did not affect Orin, except maybe to annoy her because it did not cool her down enough. There was no one in Thornbury's shopping square, odd for the early afternoon, but all the better. Without any distractions she could keep a better look out for Alaine. It was not long until the ivory wolfess was pacing on her porch... and then leaning against the banister... and then picking at the paint... and then grumbling angrily... Hours passed and the cold night set upon Cercatori D'Arte, but still Orin did not give up her vigil (really, she could not bare the thought of going back inside, into that horribly hot store). With a heavy sigh Orin's gaze flicked to the snow at the base of the porch, and suddenly the white powder looked so inviting that she could not dismiss the opportunity. Descending the steps, Orin found a nice soft mound of snow settled against her bookstore, and there she flopped down into it. A moment more and she was digging in it, piling it up all around her like a snowy cocoon. It was just so hot, and the snow was so cool... Table made by Kiki! Image credit here.
<style>.orinsnowhappy {width:462px;border:1px solid black;margin:0 auto;outline:white;} .osh-table {background-color:#dad5f3;letter-spacing:-.2px;border:2px solid #c1b2f5;font-size:11px;color:#3b4069;word-spacing:.3px;line-height:15px;width:458px;text-align:justify;background-image:url(http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/592/tableheaderr.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .osh-post {margin:275px 10px 10px 10px;padding:10px;} .osh-table p {padding:2px 0px;margin:0px;text-indent:15px;} .osh-table b {color:#1e2035;} .osh-nametag {text-align:center;margin:0px;padding:0px;} .osh-wordcount {font-weight:bold;font-size:13px;} .osh-ooc {font-size:11px;font-style:italic;} .osh-special {padding:5px;text-align:left;border-bottom:1px dotted black;margin-bottom:5px;} .osh-copyright {font-size:9px;margin:0 auto;padding:0px;text-align:center;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 03-09-2011 [html] WC: 331 OOC: SQUEEEEE!! Shawchert’s day had been quite different. He had been working on other houses and he’d caught some food for his fiancé and some for Orin as well, and he knew how she liked her food cooked, so when he got the chance he cooked up the meal and found himself heading across the street to give Orin her meal. He knew she could take care of herself, but this was his way of saying he still cared for her, and he was there for her, and the pups. He was almost there when he saw someone as white as the snow digging in it. The slight pink of her fading locks and tail made Shawchert see who it was, though it was dark out. He wondered what on earth the woman could be doing? Moving to her he spoke. Orin? Are you alright? He asked, the steaming food was held in his hand. He had no idea what she was feeling right now and if he did he’d understand his hot steaming pile of food would not be regarded well. Right now he knew there was something wrong… and his mind jumped to the puppies, was there something wrong with them? Was she miscarrying like Sky did? Well this behavior wasn’t what Sky had exhibited when she had her pups. Shaw moved closer. Is it the pups? Do you need me to get someone? He asked in a hurried voice, his hands still holding the plate of meat, as he moved closer to her. Yes he was worried, he’d put her in this situation, and he would hate himself if something happened to either the pups or the white woman who was digging. Right now he had no idea what to do, other than stand there and wait for her answer. Maybe the food was a good idea, it could calm her down… at least that was his thought at that moment and was sure to laugh at himself for that later on. .shaw-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .shaw-a01 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shaw-a01 b {color:#ffc57c; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shaw-a01 {background-color:#584329; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/odc3b.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 268px 0px; border:1px solid #ffc57c; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#291f13; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px;} .shaw-a01-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Orin Takekuro - 03-09-2011 [html] Word Count→300+ :: Hormone rage! BWHAAHAHA!
“What?” Preoccupied as she was, Orin failed to notice Shawchert's approach until he spoke up, and now that he had she jerked a dagger gaze at the unwitting man before her. When she turned to him her face was dark, eyes half lidded and laced with an unexpected rage. Not only did she not want to be bothered, but she especially didn't want any male... no, especially not this male anywhere near her right now! A visceral growl rumbled in her throat, a noise that would have been better suited to her lupus form. “Is that supposed to be some kind of sick joke!” She held nothing back. She shouted at the top of her lungs and didn't care if everyone else in the whole entire pack heard! “'Are you okay?' Do I look ok to you? I'm burying myself in the snow, for fucks sake! And it's all your fucking fault... Ow! See! No, I don't need you to do shit, you've done enough!” Orin suddenly summoned the words the sailors had taught her when she was on the ship that delivered her to Nova Scotia. She spread her arms and looked down at the mound of snow she had built around her. Shawchert was coming closer... was he going to ruin her work? “Hey hey hey!” She held up a warning hand. “Get back! Don't you dare touch this, I need it to stay cool. In fact, all this snow? See it? It's mine. DON'T TOUCH IT! Get off of it! Get off of it now!” The hysterical Luperci got to her feet in that awkward way of pregnant women, then grabbed a handful of snow and began packing it tight. That was when the rich aroma of the cooked meat wafted through the air about her, and she paused for a moment to look at the plate in his hand. No! “What the? A cooked meal, Shawchert, really? Don't you have any brains? It's too fucking hot to eat a cooked meal!” As though to contradict her, a frigid breeze toyed through Thornbury. Orin failed to notice the cold. “Ugh!” She snorted in disgust and let the packed snowball in her hand fly. “Didn't you hear me? I said get off my snow!” She grabbed another and flung it, and suddenly she was an erratic, snowball pitching machine. Table made by Kiki! Image credit here.
<style>.orinsnowhappy {width:462px;border:1px solid black;margin:0 auto;outline:white;} .osh-table {background-color:#dad5f3;letter-spacing:-.2px;border:2px solid #c1b2f5;font-size:11px;color:#3b4069;word-spacing:.3px;line-height:15px;width:458px;text-align:justify;background-image:url(http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/592/tableheaderr.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .osh-post {margin:275px 10px 10px 10px;padding:10px;} .osh-table p {padding:2px 0px;margin:0px;text-indent:15px;} .osh-table b {color:#1e2035;} .osh-nametag {text-align:center;margin:0px;padding:0px;} .osh-wordcount {font-weight:bold;font-size:13px;} .osh-ooc {font-size:11px;font-style:italic;} .osh-special {padding:5px;text-align:left;border-bottom:1px dotted black;margin-bottom:5px;} .osh-copyright {font-size:9px;margin:0 auto;padding:0px;text-align:center;} </style>[/html] - Shawchert Menue - 03-09-2011 [html] WC: 307 OOC: Yes I don’t see him leaving her entirely, but I will only be a creeper, continue on, he’s too scared to come out of hiding!!! Shawchert didn’t expect what Orin was about to do so when she started yelling at him he stood dumbfounded, his progress to her stopped entirely and he was staring at her as though she had gone crazy. The first thing that did go through his mind that she was going crazy, and he saw as she said the snow was hers, that he needed to go, and as she said this she was packing the snow. He watched her wide eyed about tell her he’d cooked her something, and then she seemed even MORE angry, his heart leapt as she yelled at him for it being too hot!! What was wrong with her? It was absolutely freezing out here? He couldn’t guess much of what was happening with her because suddenly her first snowball came, and it hit the plate of food and made it topple out of his hands. Never had he seen a wolf act like this so what was he suppose to do? He couldn’t do anything as she started throwing the snow his way pelting him over and over with the white fluff until he finally ran away, though he made himself stay within a few meters he wasn’t sure what he was suppose to do with the crazy wolf who was pregnant with his children. He was scared for them… if she was this crazy what would happen to them when they were born? Then remembering how Sky acted the color drained from his face. He stayed out of eyeshot but he was next to Orin’s house breathing hard and unsure if he should get Sky or not. She’d gone out for the day so he didn’t know where to find the medic. So he stayed where he was in hopes that soon enough she would be willing to let him help. .shaw-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .shaw-a01 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shaw-a01 b {color:#ffc57c; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shaw-a01 {background-color:#584329; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/odc3b.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 268px 0px; border:1px solid #ffc57c; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#291f13; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px;} .shaw-a01-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Orin Takekuro - 03-09-2011 [html] Word Count→400+ :: Alaine, we are ready for joo!
The snowballs kept flying even as Shawchert turned and fled from her hormonal rage. She felt the overwhelming urge to chase him down but managed to stave off the urge, no matter how darkly fun and satisfying it would be. She was beginning to feel the first of many rolling pains in her midsection and body and had not the strength nor energy to pursue the poor, unsuspecting father. She suspected he may have just slipped off and was hiding nearby, and this bothered her, but she decided to leave it alone. Orin turned to go back to her mound of snow, stopped, and turned around again. She did not want to leave that meat behind, no matter how much its presence offended her originally. She found it sprinkled with snow, grabbed the cut, and then returned to her mound of snow. It took her a while to settle back into her spot, and she shuffled constantly like she couldn't get comfortable. She placed the meat cut in the snow and buried it with a few handfuls, hoping to cool it off so she would find it edible. Again she began digging in the snow, just to make a mound of it around her and pack it up. If she kept going she might just encase herself in an igloo! But Orin only packed it a few inches high around her and stopped. With a heavy sigh she leaned back against the post of the porch and cast her eyes to the sky, and then closed them. She was pretty sure that this restlessness would kill her. After a moment she opened her eyes abruptly and started looking around, as though looking to see if Shawchert was sneaking back up on her. Not today, buddy, she thought. I'm not in the mood. But he wasn't within sight, and she realized it was just her being edgy. She laid her head back and stared up at the night sky. Where was Alaine? She would be here, right? Suddenly another wave of that rolling pain overcame her again. It started as a nauseous feeling in her gut and then spread and intensified. It was not so terrible that she had to cry out, but she did breath deeply with the pain, trying to alleviate it. Soon enough it went away. Orin rested her hands on her stomach and kept her eyes closed. Alaine would come, she just had to have faith. Table made by Kiki! Image credit here.
<style>.orinsnowhappy {width:462px;border:1px solid black;margin:0 auto;outline:white;} .osh-table {background-color:#dad5f3;letter-spacing:-.2px;border:2px solid #c1b2f5;font-size:11px;color:#3b4069;word-spacing:.3px;line-height:15px;width:458px;text-align:justify;background-image:url(http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/592/tableheaderr.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .osh-post {margin:275px 10px 10px 10px;padding:10px;} .osh-table p {padding:2px 0px;margin:0px;text-indent:15px;} .osh-table b {color:#1e2035;} .osh-nametag {text-align:center;margin:0px;padding:0px;} .osh-wordcount {font-weight:bold;font-size:13px;} .osh-ooc {font-size:11px;font-style:italic;} .osh-special {padding:5px;text-align:left;border-bottom:1px dotted black;margin-bottom:5px;} .osh-copyright {font-size:9px;margin:0 auto;padding:0px;text-align:center;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-09-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ :: table © sie It had been an unremarkable day thus far.
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The wolfess stayed as she was for a long time, with her face cast toward the sky and her eyes closed. Occasionally she would shift and wriggle in her discomfort, but mostly she just stayed in that spot. There was a moment where she considered eating the meat – it surely would have cooled off enough by now – but then another contraction rolled through her body and she decided she did not want to even think about eating. Finally she heard the sound of the heavy hooves as Nana plodded through Thornbury. Orin's eyes shot open, and she peered across the square to see a mounted angel galloping through the clouds towards her! Okay, Orin admitted, that was a little dramatic, even for her. Still a smile spread from ear to ear as the graceful apothecary slipped off of her mount and, without breaking stride, hurried over to her. Excited, she clapped her hands together once, then held her arms up to Alaine, though she was reluctant to do the work to get herself off the ground and out of the snow. Alaine had the same confounded look that Shawchert had when he discovered the Tundra girl sitting in the snow, but Alaine knew better, and the look of 'have you lost your mind??' quickly melted into a compassionate smile of understanding. Unfortunately, completely naive to the business of having children, Orin knew nothing about the terminology Alaine used. “Labor? I don't think so. I think I'm about to have the pups.” She was grateful for Alaine's help, and accepted it in getting herself off of the ground and standing, but as she straightened another wave overcame her and she bent over slightly. Her hand moved to her stomach as though she could alleviate the pain, though she could not. They had gotten stronger since she first settled herself in the snow. She gritted her teeth for a second, but though it was stronger, it was still short, and soon the wave passed. She stood up straight and looked at Alaine pleadingly. “Oh my god, but it's just so hot inside. I don't even know how it got that way, I don't even have a fireplace. Are you sure? They're full wolves, you know, I think they can handle a little snow.” She almost sounded a little indignant, though she never would be rude to Alaine. But really, the little ones were half Tundra wolf, for the moon's sake! They should be alright. But Orin trusted Alaine completely, and at her insistance, she began walking towards the stairs to go inside. “Oh, him,” she grumbled darkly when Alaine mentioned the father. “I just got done chasing him off. But knowing his nosy ass-” that was some of the sailor jargon she had learned “-he's probably just stalking me around the corner or something.” She waved her hand in Shawchert's general direction. “He went off that way.” Orin climbed the stairs, careful to hold onto the banister as she went. Then, once on the porch, she looked in Shawchert's direction and could have sworn she saw a tell tale shadow. At this, she laughed heartily, then shook her head and, in a tone that implied she knew she was acting crazy, said, “Shawchert, it's okay... Alaine says I'm done with the snow.” This was a joke, and she laughed as she said it. “I'm sorry I said 'shit' and 'fuck' and 'don't you have any brains?'” She spared a glance at Alaine, wondering if her friend would diagnose her a loony. Her golden eyes returned to the shadow – or at least, the shadow she thought might be Shawchert, but could have been anything – and she waited a moment to see if the man would come back. While she waited, she spoke to Alaine, “I was completely unprepared up until a couple days ago. Then all of a sudden I had this urge and I got the whole store cleaned up, and the floor cleared. I want to keep them downstairs – no way do I want to be climbing stairs in the next few weeks.” Her hands idly moved to her round belly. “I made a bed... Well, it's kind of more than a bed... on the floor that's ten times more comfortable than my cot upstairs. I don't know what else I'll need, though.” She was slightly worried until she looked at the mare that milled around the yard, saddlebags apparently packed with provisions. She hoped that it was all the things Alaine needed. Table made by Kiki! Image credit here.
<style>.orinsnowhappy {width:462px;border:1px solid black;margin:0 auto;outline:white;} .osh-table {background-color:#dad5f3;letter-spacing:-.2px;border:2px solid #c1b2f5;font-size:11px;color:#3b4069;word-spacing:.3px;line-height:15px;width:458px;text-align:justify;background-image:url(http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/592/tableheaderr.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;} .osh-post {margin:275px 10px 10px 10px;padding:10px;} .osh-table p {padding:2px 0px;margin:0px;text-indent:15px;} .osh-table b {color:#1e2035;} .osh-nametag {text-align:center;margin:0px;padding:0px;} .osh-wordcount {font-weight:bold;font-size:13px;} .osh-ooc {font-size:11px;font-style:italic;} .osh-special {padding:5px;text-align:left;border-bottom:1px dotted black;margin-bottom:5px;} .osh-copyright {font-size:9px;margin:0 auto;padding:0px;text-align:center;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 03-11-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ :: table © sie The woman seemed childishly gleeful that Alaine had arrived, her sullen mood slipping away in spite of the aches that the Apothecary knew (and could empathise with, twice over) would be rocking her bulged frame at the moment. She chatted at the Apothecary, who was much too concerned with helping her sizable bulk out of the snow and up the stairs to pay much attention to it. Alaine knew her friend well enough to recognise that her grumblings were only offered out of discomfort, and that whatever the healer said was best for her, she would eventually succumb to. The ivory and pale coral-pink woman seemed to have a strange respect for Alaine's profession that many others lacked, and for this, the smaller collie-woman was glad. She certainly didn't want to have to wrestle her good friend into the house.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 03-12-2011 [html] Orin Takekuro :: 500+ ♥ Word Count :: She waited expectantly for Shawchert to round the corner, but nothing returned from that shadow but dead silence. Orin's temper ascended to its peak again with each unanswered second, and the apology in her features began to mutate. The woman looked like she was just about to lash out with harsh words again when her gaze caught Alaine. It was like the woman was her rock, a center point, and each time she looked at her it was like she was suddenly reminded of what was actually happening. Her body was preparing for a rapid change and it was taking a toll on her mood. This was to be expected, although how each mother-to-be handled it was unique in its own right. A half smile played at the corner of her mouth and she shook her head as though to chase away the bad words that percolated inside her. Now she was worried, though. She could have sworn Shawchert was right there. Had he actually run off or was he just too angry with her after that little scene to come round the corner and help now? Well, whatever the case, the onset of another contraction made her realize she needed to worry about that later. “That sounds like a great idea,” she said as she stepped up to the door and opened it, waddling inside. Another wave was going to rock her in a few seconds, and she decided they were much easier to cope with when she was seated. She seemed to slowly bend over with each step as the pain crept up on her. Trying to ignore it, she said in a halting voice, “I can't believe I forgot to ask...” it was a funny thing to say, since Orin was understandably preoccupied at the moment. “How are your – ah!” ...pause... breath... “pups?” With Alaine's assistance, she shuffled over to the pillow of coverings she had made a few days ago. Her own small, white fingers tightened their hold on Alaine's arm for a moment as she fought the wave, and with a turtle's swiftness and Alaine's help, she sat down in the nest, and then reclined. “I think Shaw heard you, I'm sure he was still there,” she said idly, but her eyes were wrought with distress. Whether it was for Shawchert or for the quick progression of her labor was uncertain. “The pain is getting worse,” she worried. “And faster. Ah! An... other... one! Oh! What was that?” She looked down with a furrowed brow. It felt like she was suddenly bleeding, and when she cast her eyes down the fur was matted and wet. “Is that normal?” Her gaze jerked back to Alaine, and there was a flash of fright in them. Orin knew nothing about this... she should have read up on it! Instead she was marching into this adventure blind, and as she realized that, she began to panic, and it was written all over the frightened look she gave Alaine. .orin-nameheartchain-header .ooc {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; } .orin-nameheartchain-header .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .orin-nameheartchain-header-name {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#472f59; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px; margin:-7px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:500px;} .orin-nameheartchain-header {margin:0px auto; width:500px; border:0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px;} .orin-heartchain b {font-weight:bold; color:#472f59; } .orin-heartchain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .orin-heartchain {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://solacerp.net/Orin/Orin_heartChain_top_2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px; padding: 2px 0px 2px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Alaine Winters - 03-12-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ :: table © sie She was immensely thankful when the woman finally relinquished her death-grip on the porch banister, and allowed the Apothecary to shepherd her inside. On a good day, Orin would easily outmuscle the slender collie woman, but today of all days she had the stubborn sticking ability of Nana herself. Without her willing, not amount of tugging on Alaine's behalf would have moved the woman an inch.
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Nut probably it was just Alaine's stern iron will and the look on the woman's face that seemed to say 'the only thing worth panicking about is what I'll do to you if you panic' that made Orin's nerves rapidly calm. At Alaine's reassurance, Orin relaxed and reclined in the nest she had made, all fright melted from her visage as her expression shifted to a strange yet appropriate mixture of joy and impatience. It was still so hot in the bookstore, but suddenly the warmth did not bother her anymore; in fact, it felt comforting. She no longer yearned to lay in the snow, and it felt as though it radiated into her muscles and helped her to relax. Somewhere deep in Orin's mind she imagined that warmth spreading out onto the nest she had made; her children would be here soon and she wanted them to have the warmest nest. They would be so fragile, they deserved only the very best. She could barely believe that just a few minutes ago she was about to beg Alaine to let her give birth in the snow. Luckily, this was not Alaine's first rodeo, and was here to see Orin through it. There would be no mistakes on Alaine's watch, Orin knew. As Alaine opened the door to retrieve her supplies Orin felt the overwhelming urge to tell her to shut it. The cold would get in! The hilarity of this thought made her smile, and she was sure to keep her mouth shut on that one. Instead, she focused on her breathing. This was important, not only because Alaine said so but because the moment she began breathing slowly, steadily, deeply, her body began to feel less alien. With one of the breaths, Orin laid her head back and stared up at the ceiling, finding a moment to daydream. Twins... She was hoping for twins. Sky had felt her stomach the day they were still snowed in after the storm, the first time Orin ever felt the babies move inside of her, and thought there would be twins. She hoped so, and was quite convinced by their active moments that there had to be at least two babies. What would they be like? What would they look like? She would know, very soon. Alaine, true to her word, did not take long at all. Orin was still very much mid-daydream when her friend returned and she set aside her fantasies to watch as she laid out her supplies. She idly wondered what each item was in turn, and quickly stamped out the thought when she found herself growing curious how much of it was there for an unwanted situation. She reminded herself not to panic, everyone would be okay... And then there was a flood of pain. Although it was more intense it was also more exciting than the last, and as though Alaine knew it was time she took up her position and delivered soothing yet direct instructions. With the next deep breath, Orin had just one last moment to ponder what it would be like to be a mother, and then she was. *** The boy was born first and proved to be the most difficult for Orin. It was as though the bulky brute shouldered his siblings out of the way in a race to be the first to see the world, but once he was there he was apprehensive. He was finally born after several laborious minutes and there was barely enough time to deem him a healthy, strong puppy before the next insisted on her moment of glory. There was a long respite after the two were born. Orin lay on her back, panting gently and enjoying the moment of rest. There was a moment when she thought she would never relax again. Her two puppies were cuddled up close to her, and one arm was protectively around the pair. The boy seemed excited over all of this business and would not stop wriggling and grunting, but the girl, though alive, was different. “She's so much less active than him,” Orin worried. “Is she okay?” Her golden eyes moved from her son and her daughter, and back to Alaine, but before the healer could answer, Orin suddenly felt another contraction. Her eyes widened and she looked at Alaine in shock. “It's starting again!” She said, excited, and soon one more very small puppy joined the other three. Orin nuzzled her tiny daughter – she was so small next to the others – but even she was more active than the other little girl. “Look at her, she's just the tiniest little thing.” She smiled lovingly. “She will be the one I name Titania, she will be my little fae. Is she well, too?” Her eyes turned to the others and a hand gently caressed them as she spoke their names. “Alaine, my son will be called Demetrius, and my daughter,” a look of concern washed over her face as she stroked the silent child, “is Juliet.” Smiling, she tried to turn her upper body to the side so she could lay facing them. “Do you think we're done?” First she asked Alaine, and then she looked at her puppies, “Or are there more of you guys?” .orin-nameheartchain-header .ooc {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; } .orin-nameheartchain-header .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .orin-nameheartchain-header-name {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#472f59; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px; margin:-7px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:500px;} .orin-nameheartchain-header {margin:0px auto; width:500px; border:0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px;} .orin-heartchain b {font-weight:bold; color:#472f59; } .orin-heartchain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .orin-heartchain {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-image:url(http://solacerp.net/Orin/Orin_heartChain_top_2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px; padding: 2px 0px 2px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Alaine Winters - 03-15-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ :: POOPIES <3 thread almost finished? PP alaine leaving on nana if you want to close it with your next post. It did not take long. Orin was strong in boy and spirit, and Dea had blessed her with a short labour. The boy came first - He was big and strong, and quickly sucked air into his lungs. After checking his airways for congestion, Alaine rubbed him dry in one of the plush towels she had brought and handed him to the sweating ivory wolfess. Although her face was still strained with pain, her beautiful yellow eyes shone with the purest of joys. There was no going back - Her life had changed forever. She was a mother now.
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