11-02-2011, 06:07 AM
I realised earlier that canines don't 'have thier waters break' like humans do. So no wetting herself for jace XD
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Temo's return was swift, the black male appearing from the french door of the kitchen like a ghost. She hadn't heard or scented him, too focused on the wait that kept her knees weak. How had she managed the other time to walk all the way like she had done? Perhaps her mother had been there helping, watching over her, giving her oldest daughter strength even as her world threatened to collapse around her. That strength was absent now as she gripped onto the fence to stay upright, her legs threatening to give out under her at any point. She wasn't panicked despite the pain and apprehension, she felt disturbingly peaceful, blessed maybe.
She grabbed onto his support gratefully, wrapping an arm almost painfully tight around his waist as he held onto her by her shoulders. The majority of her weight he was supporting by his arms and he hoped he didn't let go, not even for a second, she was certain that if he did she would crash to the ground. But he didn't, keeping hold of his promise to help and protect her as they made slow way and finally got into the house. She pulled the door closed behind her and blocked out the outside world. The horses nickered curiously in their paddock, having followed the couple's progress along the fence, trotting after them until the fence prevented them from going any further. The grey mare's chest was pressed against it as she tried to look into the closed off house.
The question had come to Jace several months ago when she had first become pregnant of where she would lay to bare her young, the answer was obvious though, in the house. She had claimed one of the spare bedrooms as her nursery, the one that was connected by a wall to the master bedroom and had then boarded up the door that led in from the corridor before hacking a luperci sized hole through the drywall and plaster between the two rooms making the only entry into the room through the closet in the master bedroom. The bed within the nursery had been shoved to the side up against the door further blocking off that way of entry.
A length of thick material had been stapled to the windowsill covering up the glass and plunging the room into almost blackness, she felt more comfortable in the darkness. On shelves higher up on the walls a collection of candles stood ready to be lit and create a soft glow that would illuminate the nursery gently. Once the pups were older she would pull down the material covering the window but for now she felt safer with it blocked out. The center piece of the room was a huge pile of blankets, rags towels and other soft slivers of material. Although the bedding on the bed still remained so that Temo could sleep on it if he did not wish to join her in the heap.
Someone saying that the rags, towels and blankets had been 'torn apart' could well be accused of gross under-exaggeration. They had been completely shredded by the mother to be during the month's of her pregnancy until they resembled confetti more than anything that had once been material.
"Help me down onto here" She said meaning the pile that would be her birthing bed.
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Temo's return was swift, the black male appearing from the french door of the kitchen like a ghost. She hadn't heard or scented him, too focused on the wait that kept her knees weak. How had she managed the other time to walk all the way like she had done? Perhaps her mother had been there helping, watching over her, giving her oldest daughter strength even as her world threatened to collapse around her. That strength was absent now as she gripped onto the fence to stay upright, her legs threatening to give out under her at any point. She wasn't panicked despite the pain and apprehension, she felt disturbingly peaceful, blessed maybe.
She grabbed onto his support gratefully, wrapping an arm almost painfully tight around his waist as he held onto her by her shoulders. The majority of her weight he was supporting by his arms and he hoped he didn't let go, not even for a second, she was certain that if he did she would crash to the ground. But he didn't, keeping hold of his promise to help and protect her as they made slow way and finally got into the house. She pulled the door closed behind her and blocked out the outside world. The horses nickered curiously in their paddock, having followed the couple's progress along the fence, trotting after them until the fence prevented them from going any further. The grey mare's chest was pressed against it as she tried to look into the closed off house.
The question had come to Jace several months ago when she had first become pregnant of where she would lay to bare her young, the answer was obvious though, in the house. She had claimed one of the spare bedrooms as her nursery, the one that was connected by a wall to the master bedroom and had then boarded up the door that led in from the corridor before hacking a luperci sized hole through the drywall and plaster between the two rooms making the only entry into the room through the closet in the master bedroom. The bed within the nursery had been shoved to the side up against the door further blocking off that way of entry.
A length of thick material had been stapled to the windowsill covering up the glass and plunging the room into almost blackness, she felt more comfortable in the darkness. On shelves higher up on the walls a collection of candles stood ready to be lit and create a soft glow that would illuminate the nursery gently. Once the pups were older she would pull down the material covering the window but for now she felt safer with it blocked out. The center piece of the room was a huge pile of blankets, rags towels and other soft slivers of material. Although the bedding on the bed still remained so that Temo could sleep on it if he did not wish to join her in the heap.
Someone saying that the rags, towels and blankets had been 'torn apart' could well be accused of gross under-exaggeration. They had been completely shredded by the mother to be during the month's of her pregnancy until they resembled confetti more than anything that had once been material.
"Help me down onto here" She said meaning the pile that would be her birthing bed.