09-03-2009, 08:29 AM
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Oh yeah! That’s fine with me, ^=^ And Sorry about the wait!
700+
Early that morning, the warrior had gone out to hunt. Where she had once been able to eat only occasionally—perhaps every other day or, at worst times, ever week—she now hunted and fed every day. It was apparent within her mind that such frequent feeding was necessary for her pups, for it was the nourishment of her every meal that gave nourishment to her growing pups. That need to hunt, however, did not trouble the black fae. While she trained now near her den with hard and vigorous sessions to harden her body and instincts and resolve once more, hunting was simply another necessary and enjoyable exercise. The warrior practiced speed and agility, and she practiced silence and stealth. While the latter was most naturally within that ethereal movement of her muscles, her speed and agility had grown dull in the months of her pregnancy. Now she sought to hone them as she did with all the skills that she once had and the techniques that she sought to have.
The hunt had gone successfully, and the warrior felt that there was now little to be regained. She would be able to focus upon that which must be learned so that defeat as it had occurred nearly three moons ago would not happen again. Cwmfen fed swiftly and thoroughly upon the small rabbit, leaving only the pelt and some bones, for she found that the marrow of bones was a small treat, as nourishing as was the liver. And so, with the hunt successful and the meal complete, the black she-wolf moved with fluidity, returning to her den with the celerity of a wild and free hunter.
The pups were waiting for her within the den, obedient and remaining within lest danger should pass by. The wolf moved into the tunnel and into the open den within that was from above guarded by the great oak. It was cool within her earthen abode, for without the sky was bright despite clouds and the day had grown comfortably hot. The pups greeted her with their peculiar silence, and yet their silence was not peculiar to her. Both she and Onus were wordless creatures, and so it was not unusual that the pups were silent also. They had learned ‘mother’ and ‘father’ among other things, but soundlessness was dominating. But, as with Onus, their silence spoke more loudly than broken sentences ever could for the woman was well versed in the language of Silence. Occasionally they would speak. Those black and white eyes of Honor, and those black and white eyes of Chastity, looked to her, and she knew that they were hungry. With a soft smile within the white orbs, the woad marked fae lowered herself to the cool earth and the twins instantly came to suckle at her belly. They had grown much since the time of their birth, but still they were small. The new mother marveled at their small size, and she marveled at her love for them also.
The pups had long since fed and had gone to nap. Soon they would rise, the warrior knew, and they would play in the brighter world above. The voice that called from above caused the woad-bound ears to lift forward. She recognized that voice although it had been many moons since she had heard it. The pied boy had heard it too, and his sleepy head lifted to find his mother rising and leaving the den. Honor nudged his sister who wore a pelt in the likeness of her father and yawned before rising with her brother. Cwmfen rose from the den, standing at its mouth as if she were some long-faded visage of a warrior’s shade. A soft smile was upon the quiet lips, and the tranquility of her features was ever impassive. The scrutiny of the warrior missed very little, and she did not miss the pregnant belly. And she did not miss, too, the dark colours within her packmate. But the warrior now could understand such a thing, for she had grown to understand the nature of love. Lubomir had departed from Dahlia, and Mew had loved him. "I have much time," the soft alto sang. "Do you need something?"
700+
Early that morning, the warrior had gone out to hunt. Where she had once been able to eat only occasionally—perhaps every other day or, at worst times, ever week—she now hunted and fed every day. It was apparent within her mind that such frequent feeding was necessary for her pups, for it was the nourishment of her every meal that gave nourishment to her growing pups. That need to hunt, however, did not trouble the black fae. While she trained now near her den with hard and vigorous sessions to harden her body and instincts and resolve once more, hunting was simply another necessary and enjoyable exercise. The warrior practiced speed and agility, and she practiced silence and stealth. While the latter was most naturally within that ethereal movement of her muscles, her speed and agility had grown dull in the months of her pregnancy. Now she sought to hone them as she did with all the skills that she once had and the techniques that she sought to have.
The hunt had gone successfully, and the warrior felt that there was now little to be regained. She would be able to focus upon that which must be learned so that defeat as it had occurred nearly three moons ago would not happen again. Cwmfen fed swiftly and thoroughly upon the small rabbit, leaving only the pelt and some bones, for she found that the marrow of bones was a small treat, as nourishing as was the liver. And so, with the hunt successful and the meal complete, the black she-wolf moved with fluidity, returning to her den with the celerity of a wild and free hunter.
The pups were waiting for her within the den, obedient and remaining within lest danger should pass by. The wolf moved into the tunnel and into the open den within that was from above guarded by the great oak. It was cool within her earthen abode, for without the sky was bright despite clouds and the day had grown comfortably hot. The pups greeted her with their peculiar silence, and yet their silence was not peculiar to her. Both she and Onus were wordless creatures, and so it was not unusual that the pups were silent also. They had learned ‘mother’ and ‘father’ among other things, but soundlessness was dominating. But, as with Onus, their silence spoke more loudly than broken sentences ever could for the woman was well versed in the language of Silence. Occasionally they would speak. Those black and white eyes of Honor, and those black and white eyes of Chastity, looked to her, and she knew that they were hungry. With a soft smile within the white orbs, the woad marked fae lowered herself to the cool earth and the twins instantly came to suckle at her belly. They had grown much since the time of their birth, but still they were small. The new mother marveled at their small size, and she marveled at her love for them also.
The pups had long since fed and had gone to nap. Soon they would rise, the warrior knew, and they would play in the brighter world above. The voice that called from above caused the woad-bound ears to lift forward. She recognized that voice although it had been many moons since she had heard it. The pied boy had heard it too, and his sleepy head lifted to find his mother rising and leaving the den. Honor nudged his sister who wore a pelt in the likeness of her father and yawned before rising with her brother. Cwmfen rose from the den, standing at its mouth as if she were some long-faded visage of a warrior’s shade. A soft smile was upon the quiet lips, and the tranquility of her features was ever impassive. The scrutiny of the warrior missed very little, and she did not miss the pregnant belly. And she did not miss, too, the dark colours within her packmate. But the warrior now could understand such a thing, for she had grown to understand the nature of love. Lubomir had departed from Dahlia, and Mew had loved him. "I have much time," the soft alto sang. "Do you need something?"