01-04-2012, 04:47 PM
derp last to arrive, Dalgina
710
An ashen paw that trembled with fatigue gratefully reached out to take the third child that had been expelled from her body within its grasp gently. The child was brought to an inquiring black nose and licked clean of all mucus and fluid without thought or ceremony. Another girl they were blessed with. Amber and blue softened as they beheld their daughter, a tiny wisp of a girl, smaller then her two siblings for now, that could change in the future. Jace had been smaller than Elsie when they had been born but she had soon grown to match her sister. A tiny mouth opened and an impossibly small tongue came out to lick the very tip of her nose. Blackened muzzle smiled and the girl child, who was a very deep dark brown, almost black in some places with streaks and socks of tan on her legs and chest., was laid on a smaller but still slightly swollen stomach with her brother and sister. She offset the other colors of her siblings very nicely, her brown merging in with their multitude of other colors. A vast difference to the mostly black children she had birthed in Phoenix Valley. At the thought of her deceased babies the woman frowned and her brow wrinkled up as she looked down upon her first three like an over watchful guard dog.
Although she didn't mean it really, her mate was roundly ignored as she stared at their children with a mixture of sadness, fear and longing painted on her face. She missed those two despite never knowing them or seeing them live, she would always hunger for them, their love and warmth. Without the protective net that was the companionship of the females within her birth pack Jace was still struggling to cope with their loss, there was no one who could fill their place, not even Temo, it wasn't his fault but he just was not enough. He could only provide her with so much support as she did the same for him but for Jace growing up in a world where there was always an auntie or a mother, an older female cousin to turn to, a room that had been so full of life and voices was suddenly empty and echoing, deserted and lost.
Tears came to the wolfdog, silent ones that offered no hitching of breath or wordless sobs to identify them with just streams of salty water that welled from her eyes, so many lives destroyed and yet only one suffered for it, her. Her children would never know the safety blanket of support, despite Ichika's best efforts to look after them it would not be the same, there was not enough closeness between its members, they did not fight day and night to keep each other alive and relish every moment as a blessing, every heartbeat as another death thread denied, the chill of the arctic at times was even too much for its native creatures.
Contractions started again, or maybe they had never stopped but merely lessened in their pain. If she had thought the effort to push the first into the world was too much then the fourth was a living nightmare. For the longest of all of them she was in a world of pain and delusions, whimpering quietly now with no more voice to scream and shout. Whoever said that giving birth was a joy needed their head seriously examined. She could hear whispering from somewhere inside of her head although the voices were too faint to hear.
With a last muffled cry of effort their fourth and last was born into the world, already crying her displeasure for the cold and shock. She could hardly spare the energy to move her eyes to look at her youngest, again Temo would have to help the suffering woman. Tan tipped ears twitched though to hear the cries and fingers itched to move forwards and pick this new one up but there was no strength behind the will, no power to give movement to the body, she was numb and exhausted. As soon as Temo picked her up for Jace the afterbirth was expelled from her body and the birthing was done.
710
An ashen paw that trembled with fatigue gratefully reached out to take the third child that had been expelled from her body within its grasp gently. The child was brought to an inquiring black nose and licked clean of all mucus and fluid without thought or ceremony. Another girl they were blessed with. Amber and blue softened as they beheld their daughter, a tiny wisp of a girl, smaller then her two siblings for now, that could change in the future. Jace had been smaller than Elsie when they had been born but she had soon grown to match her sister. A tiny mouth opened and an impossibly small tongue came out to lick the very tip of her nose. Blackened muzzle smiled and the girl child, who was a very deep dark brown, almost black in some places with streaks and socks of tan on her legs and chest., was laid on a smaller but still slightly swollen stomach with her brother and sister. She offset the other colors of her siblings very nicely, her brown merging in with their multitude of other colors. A vast difference to the mostly black children she had birthed in Phoenix Valley. At the thought of her deceased babies the woman frowned and her brow wrinkled up as she looked down upon her first three like an over watchful guard dog.
Although she didn't mean it really, her mate was roundly ignored as she stared at their children with a mixture of sadness, fear and longing painted on her face. She missed those two despite never knowing them or seeing them live, she would always hunger for them, their love and warmth. Without the protective net that was the companionship of the females within her birth pack Jace was still struggling to cope with their loss, there was no one who could fill their place, not even Temo, it wasn't his fault but he just was not enough. He could only provide her with so much support as she did the same for him but for Jace growing up in a world where there was always an auntie or a mother, an older female cousin to turn to, a room that had been so full of life and voices was suddenly empty and echoing, deserted and lost.
Tears came to the wolfdog, silent ones that offered no hitching of breath or wordless sobs to identify them with just streams of salty water that welled from her eyes, so many lives destroyed and yet only one suffered for it, her. Her children would never know the safety blanket of support, despite Ichika's best efforts to look after them it would not be the same, there was not enough closeness between its members, they did not fight day and night to keep each other alive and relish every moment as a blessing, every heartbeat as another death thread denied, the chill of the arctic at times was even too much for its native creatures.
Contractions started again, or maybe they had never stopped but merely lessened in their pain. If she had thought the effort to push the first into the world was too much then the fourth was a living nightmare. For the longest of all of them she was in a world of pain and delusions, whimpering quietly now with no more voice to scream and shout. Whoever said that giving birth was a joy needed their head seriously examined. She could hear whispering from somewhere inside of her head although the voices were too faint to hear.
With a last muffled cry of effort their fourth and last was born into the world, already crying her displeasure for the cold and shock. She could hardly spare the energy to move her eyes to look at her youngest, again Temo would have to help the suffering woman. Tan tipped ears twitched though to hear the cries and fingers itched to move forwards and pick this new one up but there was no strength behind the will, no power to give movement to the body, she was numb and exhausted. As soon as Temo picked her up for Jace the afterbirth was expelled from her body and the birthing was done.