01-10-2012, 01:16 AM
Liam watched his mate drift back to sleep. He himself was wide awake, thinking. His thoughts shifted rapidly like wind blown pollen. He did want to be a father, and she wanted to be a mother, but the spirits sent her messages about how the future would play out if that were to happen. He watched Ayasha's chest rise and fall in slow gentle movements, his gaze void of emotion. Until the spirits send more positive messages, he would continue to render his mate barren with the golden thread tea. They had made it a ritual to drink tea together, it was really easy for him to steep some golden thread into the tea.
He slipped out of her embrace without waking her, and slipped out of the den. He'd gotten lost one day, and found a nice well hidden room. That was where he kept his trophies, and his offerings to the spirits. A small piece of the leg bone he'd pulled off of Tameri, several skulls and femurs, and one tanned hide, a black bear cub. He knelt and began the blood letting ritual, letting out the poison of the butterflies, and begging the spirits to allow him and Ayasha to be allowed to have a litter of pups.
After a while he slipped back into the den, again without waking his mate. His calf was sore from the fresh cuts, but his mind was at peace. He would stop steeping the golden thread, and begin using herbs to make himself and Ayasha more fertile. In a vision sent from the spirits, he and Ayasha had a pure white litter, except for one male who looked just like him. The spirits would bless him as long as he continued to honor them. He needed to go hunting soon, to destroy another Shadow wolf and make another offering to the spirits.
The male closed his eyes, slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep, his hand resting easily on where his seed would soon be taking root within his mate's body.
((WC 341. Dude Liam is twisted.))
He slipped out of her embrace without waking her, and slipped out of the den. He'd gotten lost one day, and found a nice well hidden room. That was where he kept his trophies, and his offerings to the spirits. A small piece of the leg bone he'd pulled off of Tameri, several skulls and femurs, and one tanned hide, a black bear cub. He knelt and began the blood letting ritual, letting out the poison of the butterflies, and begging the spirits to allow him and Ayasha to be allowed to have a litter of pups.
After a while he slipped back into the den, again without waking his mate. His calf was sore from the fresh cuts, but his mind was at peace. He would stop steeping the golden thread, and begin using herbs to make himself and Ayasha more fertile. In a vision sent from the spirits, he and Ayasha had a pure white litter, except for one male who looked just like him. The spirits would bless him as long as he continued to honor them. He needed to go hunting soon, to destroy another Shadow wolf and make another offering to the spirits.
The male closed his eyes, slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep, his hand resting easily on where his seed would soon be taking root within his mate's body.
((WC 341. Dude Liam is twisted.))