10-01-2010, 12:12 PM
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OOC: WC 645
She wasn't quite sure what to do. The wind howled outside the castle walls, whipping the rain around the black stone building in a furious display of stinging water. Lightning danced over the ocean to the east of the castle, thunder rolled loudly overhead. The turmoil without in the dark night echoed the very emotions that swirled and wreaked havoc in Bris' heart. Elation suddenly gave way to a plummeting fear, followed alternately by hope and despair. The woman had had her suspicions for a little while now, but now she knew for sure. Bris was pregnant.
How could she have been so foolish? She'd known where her cycle was the morning she'd set out with Conor, and she'd never in a million years thought that beautiful day would go as far as it did. Conor was taking things slow with her, and Bris had been fine with that. So how had they suddenly wound up wrapped in each other's arms, giving in so surely to the fiery feelings they'd been controlling for so long? Why was it that fate decided to take that act and add to the complication of it all? Conor had been awkward enough in the days after that heavenly afternoon, Bris was certain this would drive the male away for good.
Hot tears streamed down the white woman's face as she curled up in her usual spot in the castle's second-story room. Her knees were pulled to her chest, her body leaning into the corner against which the large chamber bed had been placed. Wind gusted the rain in through the window as she sobbed quietly, soaking the foot of the bed. She'd ruined it, she'd ruined everything. Bris had been so overjoyed to find that the leader of Dahlia returned her love, but now it had all gone sour. Bris was certain she was cursed to never find complete happiness. It had to be the bad blood she carried, the taint of her devilish rapist of a father. Her family had been right to shun her, what good could she possibly hope to bring to anything?
At least one decision concerning her predicament had been easy to make. There was never a doubt that Bris would keep the children. She knew of course that there were herbs and other remedies that could cause a woman to abort her pregnancy, but she refused to even consider it. She was probably the only one of her litter who knew that their mother, Dranea, had initially made that decision about them. She'd gotten the herbs, she'd made her choice, and Crow had stopped her. Bris and her siblings had come very close to not being given a chance at life, and she would never knowingly take that chance from another soul. Even if she had to raise the coming pups on her own, even if she had to leave Dahlia to do it, she would do it.
Yet that still left the daunting decision about what to do when it came to Conor. She would have to tell him, there was no doubt about that...but how? What was she going to say? Bris hoped beyond hope that he would go against her gut feeling, that he would surprise her and be absolutely ecstatic and relish in the development. But she wasn't stupid, nor naive. The awkwardness that had developed between her and her beloved would no doubt worsen considerably when he found out he was going to be a father, and Bris would have no one to blame but herself. She'd lose yet another of the closest people to her heart by her own filthy hand.
Outside, the storm continued to rage, battering against the walls as Bris hugged herself a little tighter. Sometimes the nightmare can bring about the perfect dream, and sometimes the perfect dream can descend into nightmare.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!
She wasn't quite sure what to do. The wind howled outside the castle walls, whipping the rain around the black stone building in a furious display of stinging water. Lightning danced over the ocean to the east of the castle, thunder rolled loudly overhead. The turmoil without in the dark night echoed the very emotions that swirled and wreaked havoc in Bris' heart. Elation suddenly gave way to a plummeting fear, followed alternately by hope and despair. The woman had had her suspicions for a little while now, but now she knew for sure. Bris was pregnant.
How could she have been so foolish? She'd known where her cycle was the morning she'd set out with Conor, and she'd never in a million years thought that beautiful day would go as far as it did. Conor was taking things slow with her, and Bris had been fine with that. So how had they suddenly wound up wrapped in each other's arms, giving in so surely to the fiery feelings they'd been controlling for so long? Why was it that fate decided to take that act and add to the complication of it all? Conor had been awkward enough in the days after that heavenly afternoon, Bris was certain this would drive the male away for good.
Hot tears streamed down the white woman's face as she curled up in her usual spot in the castle's second-story room. Her knees were pulled to her chest, her body leaning into the corner against which the large chamber bed had been placed. Wind gusted the rain in through the window as she sobbed quietly, soaking the foot of the bed. She'd ruined it, she'd ruined everything. Bris had been so overjoyed to find that the leader of Dahlia returned her love, but now it had all gone sour. Bris was certain she was cursed to never find complete happiness. It had to be the bad blood she carried, the taint of her devilish rapist of a father. Her family had been right to shun her, what good could she possibly hope to bring to anything?
At least one decision concerning her predicament had been easy to make. There was never a doubt that Bris would keep the children. She knew of course that there were herbs and other remedies that could cause a woman to abort her pregnancy, but she refused to even consider it. She was probably the only one of her litter who knew that their mother, Dranea, had initially made that decision about them. She'd gotten the herbs, she'd made her choice, and Crow had stopped her. Bris and her siblings had come very close to not being given a chance at life, and she would never knowingly take that chance from another soul. Even if she had to raise the coming pups on her own, even if she had to leave Dahlia to do it, she would do it.
Yet that still left the daunting decision about what to do when it came to Conor. She would have to tell him, there was no doubt about that...but how? What was she going to say? Bris hoped beyond hope that he would go against her gut feeling, that he would surprise her and be absolutely ecstatic and relish in the development. But she wasn't stupid, nor naive. The awkwardness that had developed between her and her beloved would no doubt worsen considerably when he found out he was going to be a father, and Bris would have no one to blame but herself. She'd lose yet another of the closest people to her heart by her own filthy hand.
Outside, the storm continued to rage, battering against the walls as Bris hugged herself a little tighter. Sometimes the nightmare can bring about the perfect dream, and sometimes the perfect dream can descend into nightmare.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!