Snowstorm Thread - Sky's House

Orin Takekuro · 02-12-2011, 08:41 PM

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Word Count→884 :: I am making assumptions about the furniture in Sky's house. If I mention something that is not actually there please let me know and I'll do a quick edit!

The excitement had taken so much out of the already exhausted wolfess, and she now stretched languidly over a couch in Sky's living room, her half lidded eyes looking at but not really seeing the room. In the back of her mind she began to feel guilty for hoarding this most comfortable spot, but her pack had been insistent on her taking this perch to ease the stress on her fragile body and her delicate, unborn pups. She dozed on and off, and though she was still tired, needed no more sleep. Her body was beginning to feel heavy and she knew that if she did not move soon she would find herself fatigued from simply lying there, which was never a fun thing to get over. She would relinquish this spot to someone else soon.

The sheepskin cloak she had worn as a shield against the snow was now draped over her like a blanket. She insisted on using the cloak for warmth, not wanting to rob one of her pack mates of the few blankets that were available. Laying there a moment more, she began to convince herself that she needed to move, to get the blood pumping, and so did the most active thing she could conceive of at the time; she rolled from her back onto her side. There, that's good enough, she thought to herself, jokingly.

Yet the small movement did serve to rouse her torpid mind, and her golden eyes now fully opened and fell upon Shawchert. She smiled as the Capitano retrieved his flute and began to play the soothing, melodic notes, then turned her gaze to the others that peppered Sky's living room.

There were not as many here as there had been just after the storm's initial onslaught. The pack had huddled into the house one by one that hour, relief sighing through the entire room as each member arrived relatively unscathed. She herself had only made it thanks to Shawchert's heroic efforts. Had it not been for him she would still be trapped in her bookstore alone, pregnant, and without food. Instead she was here, surrounded by her loving pack. The snowstorm abated for a very short time, the heavy, violent gusts dying down to flurries, but it was enough for the members to organize and split up, going in groups to other houses that were known to be formidable and well stocked. For a moment Orin wanted to go with her friend Mars, but was required to stay at Sky's house. Being in such a delicate condition, she needed to remain near the medic... and the fact that Shawchert was here and that she carried his puppies probably had something to do with it, too. She didn't fight the decision.

It was amazing what this snowstorm had done; created this wondrous dichotomy. While it ravaged their lands with its icy grip, tearing at buildings with relentless winds and threatened the flora and fauna with heavy sleet and snow, it united and strengthened the pack. Cercatori D'Arte has always been a tight knit community since the founding a few months ago, but now everyone was here, depending on each other, instead of spread out throughout the pack lands. She wondered if this was what it was like before the virus, before they had become Luperci and adopted some human traits, when wolves lived together... always together.

The thought was worth noting.

Finally overcoming her laziness, the Takekuro woman sat up, the cloak falling into her lap. At some point she had undone the bottom few buttons of her shirt for comfort, and her round belly peeked through. Still soothed by the tune of Shawchert's flute, she picked up her satchel from the ground at her feet and retrieved the book she desired. In the fray she had remembered to grab the most important things; a few pens, her journal, and the decorative tome that she was logging Cercatori's history in. She set the large tome in her lap, flipped a few pages, and began to scrawl what she could about the snowstorm down under the pack's history.

She was writing for a few minutes when suddenly her head shot up, eyes wide. The pen in her hand clattered to the floor and rolled a few feet away, the hand was now on her stomach. Her honey colored gaze flicked to Shawchert, and she had a strange illegible surprise written on her face.

“Shawchert,” her voice broke over the music. There was a high, trilling urgency in it. She paused a moment, and then a grin parted her maw and she laughed giddily.

“Shawchert, someone's awake.” She waved her hand, waving him over, her other hand still resting on her stomach. Although she had spent many days recuperating in his hut, both she and the pups had been largely inactive, and he had not yet gotten to feel his babies wriggle around inside her. Apparently they had napped when she did too, for now it felt like they were energetic and raring to go, ready for a good long day of growing inside their mother's belly. Short of her expanding stomach, it was the first sign that Orin's sickness during the beginning of her pregnancy had not caused the puppies an early end.

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