Soul and Onward

Nayru · 12-22-2011, 04:06 PM

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So I lied, lied, lied about when I would get this up for you. Oops.

"Nayru"

The tiny creature seemed inflated. Like a balloon with almost too much air, bulging at her stomach just dangerously so. As if snagging on something would pop the poor creature. It would be within a week or two that the pups would present themselves and Nayru knew that the others kept the duties up. No work was being lost if she went on bed rest. Saluce and Pripyat constantly patrolled the borders, and Razekiel could handle any requests for leadership. Nayru, if she wished, could have melted into the background, stayed in her room in X'yrin's den. Yet she instead wished to move up and down the borders of the south-east side, closest to the Anathema pack. Here she marked where the Ichikan border was drawn with her piss, particularly aromatic with the increase of hormones the pregnancy created.

It was nearly evening when Nayru grew tired of this, having been at it for the better part of the afternoon, ambling slowly for once in her life. Yet the woman was not quite ready to return, although she knew sooner or later X'yrin or Saluce would grow weary of her absence and call out to make sure their foolish ward did not wander too far from the comfort of home. Planting herself at the border, her garnet gaze turned outwards. The narrow mountain pass between the two packs was the only way to the old lands, and Nayru found the scents of many who passed through linger close to her borders. It did not disturb her, but merely intrigued her, and the woman sat on her side of the invisible boundary, nose in the air, inhaling.

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