It had been about two months she was carrying the baby, so she had stopped carrying too weight. The jar of water wasn't very heavy, though her back would ace don't matter what she did. Bluma, her cream mare, who was helping to carry the other bigger pots, came closer to her, and the grayish woman placed one arm around the horse's neck, and another under her ballon-shaped abdomen. She looked to the horizon. It was the beginning of the sunset.
Another strike. Even harder. Her breahing grew shallow and quick, her heart jumping inside her chest. Was it really the time? The horse directed her to the entrance of the owner's home, which wasn't that far away. Saw, a long black string sligtering around on the ground watched with caring yellow eyes at his protegee, not knoing what to do. The black mamba was helpless.
Another one. She sat down in the cool stone ground of the underground cave, the umid earthy walls refreshing her. Se concentrating at breathing. It should be ending soon, she thought. Besides the animal crew around her, se felt so lonely in there. The cool autumn breeze blew delicately in her hair, sending its fresh air to her lungs. It helped a bit, but the pain striked her again and again, and there was no doubt.
She was lyed down, the hands that once were in fists loosing don the tight grip, the fingers finally filling with blood. Her breath steaded up a little bit as she rested her head a bit, eyes shut. The Luperci couldn't find the strenght to look at the baby that cried or her, to finally look at the one she put so much effort to carry. Saw, that been holding one of her hands during all the time, crawled for the newbor, his sibling, whispering oice breaking the heavy silent. "A boy. It's a boy." He hissed out, as emotional as her, which tired face twisted into a smile. A boy...
The smile twisted again, shifting into pain. That horrible pain hitted her again and again, and she panicked. What was it now?! Her disturbed eyes moved to the window. Behind Bluma, the sky was dark, the moonlight shinning through it lightly.
A moment later, she found out. Even more worn out, she managed to twist her neck and look. Another one? Then, she was carrying babies. It was too much emotions for her tired brain to handle. Somehow, she managed to shift to the Luperci form, the dull pain impossible to feel, for her whole body was numb. Saw's hissed out again. "A... girl." He reported, and her eyes foused on the tiny shapes of the newborns. Both of them were covered with blood, that she fel the need clean up. A few licks later, she could see could see their colors.
One, the boy, had a white base, with a pale blond color in the husky-like pattern. Over it, some weird stripes in a darker yellow, rather golden, following slightly the first base pattern. He was beauiful, his fur reflecting very lightly the moonlit. The other, the girl, had nearly the same patterns as the brother, except that a stripe would make a half circle around her eyes, creating the shape of a crescent moon. So beautiful...
The proud mother contemplated them with amused eyes. It was her babies, her children. Only then she realised ho lucky she was, and what a responsibility she had for them. Her heart raced up with joy. All that effort and pain was worthwhile. She could never get more happy. Nothing else mattered. There was only them.
She coiled tighter around them, her cheek rubbing against their softest fur as they sucked on her. So tired and glad, she felt sleepiness drag into her, and watched as they, too, started to sleep. Their tiny chests going up and down calmly... She smiled, relaxed with their slumbers. Looking around, she saw that Bluma wasn`t in the window anymore. Seymour's head was hidden under his wing, Saw coiled besides her and the two pups. All of them sleeping.
The moon was easier to see now, and it had the same shape than of the silvery girl's marking. Fate's irony? Maybe so. All that was left was for her to name her after that. Why not? Luna Crescentia. Just perfect.
And, to the boy, that had been born in the sunlight, his fur shiny and golden like the star... It reminded her of an old god, that had tons of limbs, named Gandhi. The Sun God. Stash Gandhi. Fit him just fine.
Sleepiness was stronger now, making the female yawn. Her eyelids were heavy, with good reason. With no reason to delay the inevitable, she landed her head in the cold floor, feeling the two babies near her. What else could she ask for?