[M] -- Promises broken...

Sky Rhiannon · 01-19-2011, 01:31 AM

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+453 Random miscarriage away!

WARNING This thread contains excessive swearing and content unsuitable for younger readers or those with weak hearts starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is stongly advised.

The day started off just like any other day, really. A few new faces had been met in the week, and Sky was happy; not just because she'd met new friends, no. Rather, she was happy because Shawchert had decided to accept the idea of being her, erm, boyfriend. It wasn't mates, but it beat being single. The pregnant lass was also happy for another reason.

Casper was behaving today. The goat was tied up beside her house, munching away at some oats she'd thrown down for him. The goat was happy, and she was glad to have some time to herself, shoveling snow away from her back door, which was actually located on the side of her house. Funny that.

Everything was normal... and then, disaster. Girl suddenly felt a tight pain in her abdomen. Dropped her shovel, girl brought her hands to her stomach, eyes wide and ears pinned back. Confusion clouded her blue eyes for a moment as the pain ebbed away... only to come back full force a moment later. With a cough, girl was on her knees, shocked and scared.

Her mind went back to that morning... She'd been going about her normal duties at home, cleaning and the like. She hadn't meant it, but the girl ended up stepping on little Casper's ankle, stratching her claw against the joint painfully. It was a normal reaction, really. The goat butted her in the hip, hard, but not hard enough to really do more than knock her over. She'd scolded him, and with a slight limp for a few minutes, got back to working. She hadn't realized it had been the trigger to something far worse that a bruised hip.

Something was very wrong. Every instinct told her that. Labor? No, it was far too early. The only things she could think of were cramps, which weren't likely, since she'd eaten just fine that day... and... and... Oh, gods, no..! Another wave of pain hit her, and she cried out this time, a long, drawn-out scream of a cry. Casper reacted with his usual fainting spell, but not even that calmed her down. Girl was scared; she wanted to run, to leave behind the on-coming confusion of the pack's attention, and be alone... but the pain in her stomach kept getting worse.

Another hit, and another cry, and then the girl was curled up beside her house, tail wrapped tight around her, head rested on her knees, and arms wrapped around her stomach. "F-Fuuck...!" It's all the stress...! Everything that's happened.. it didn't fuck up Orin's pregnancy, because it was only a day in.. I wasn't.. I was already nearly a week... oh gods, no.. no no no...! "..H-Help!"

Fallen · 01-19-2011, 02:07 AM

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OOC: Hope you don't mind me joining Big Grin

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A dark shadow moved silently, a furry human like form, bangs billowing slightly in the cold winter breeze. The figure moved easily into the light, walking with light grace, as if he was hovering. A deer coat on him, but it had twigs in tangles of the warm fur, while slightly beat up jeans coated his legs with comfortable ease, yet they had light rips in them. The barefoot male continued on, his eyebrows scrunched in a grumpy, unhappy way; he couldn't find his way to the stupid town, he was stuck in the damn forest. His handsome green eye wandered around, narrowed slightly under the slightly beat up fedora hat, his feathered necklace hitting his collar bone as he went along. His bangs were over protectively of his empty eye socket, as if it was protecting the dried, old skin from the cold. This male, Fallen stopped, and he soon saw a pleasant light ahead. Fallen blinked from the suddenly bright lights, and his hopes raised, but they quickly fell, it could just be a plain clearing, with the sun hitting the bright snow. He shrugged, and sighed, might as well take a chance. He put his large hands in his pockets, and started to walk, waltzing, his rough paw pads helping him not sink into the cold snow. He blinked, and his eyes widened as his ears perked with joy. He found the town. There were house, actually closer to shacks, well, at least some of them, and some shops and such. Animals, horses he could tell, were whinnying and neighing for food and such. Now, time to have a bit of fun, and perhaps was up a bit.

Fallen whistled softly to himself, as he passed small shops, and soon stables. It was a pleasant little town, but he barely saw anyone. Most likely due to the cold, or perhaps people were just venturing around. His dark nails clacked against the ground, causing a slightly echo. He flipped his bangs slightly, and instantly felt something scrape against his eye socket painfully. His hand darted up, and reached into the coarse bangs, and found twigs tangled in bangs. Fallen untangled the twigs, and started to run his long nails through the hair, to rid of the knots, and began to rid his jacket of twigs and leaves, until he was completely clean. He shook himself, just in case, wagging his tail, to make sure nothing was mixed in. Although, something soon echoed against his fine ear drums. 'H-help!,' It was gentle, but loud enough for Fallen to hear. Fallen instantly darted over to where the sound came from, his powerful, long legs bustling over to who had called. The call had came from near a house, and he quickly ran over to a girl, a slightly chubby one at that, but a girl, visibly in pain. Fallen also saw a goat, but he didn't pay attention to the beast. Fallen knelt down, and asked quickly, "What's wrong? What happened? Is this your house?,"He talked calmly, his eyes curious, but also serious. She was in pain, and, most likely, in need of treatment.

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Shawchert Menue · 01-19-2011, 04:36 AM

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+3 OOC: if you don’t think I should be here, kick me out, but Shaw needs to comfort her in any way possible :3 Rawr!!

In Character

Shawchert was on his way to see sky, he’d brought his flute in hopes of playing her something nice, though he normally played as he walked, he found… he didn’t want to today. It was a pretty nice day out and he was enjoying it, possibly they could finally get that walk today? In any case he was sure they would find something to do. Though it seemed odd… something was in the air as he moved into town his usual checkpoint in coming in. then he saw two figures by Sky’s house, was something wrong? He saw fallen, but who was he talking to? He moved closer and soon was able to see Sky, pain etched across her face. Every happy feeling disappeared… His heart clenched what was happening?

Sky! What’s wrong?

He seemed to repeat what the other male had asked he looked up and around all that was there was the goat, but she wasn’t bleeding… not yet at least, so what could be wrong? What if the puppies… but they weren’t due for a whole nother month… March at least from what she’d told him… He started to worry even more.

It isn’t the puppies is it? I need to get you inside ok?

Shawchert asked, he would only wait a little while before he scooped her up, but he wanted her to be ready for it. He looked over at Fallen.

Did you see what happened? Did the goat hurt her? did she fall?

He hoped in all honesty the poor woman had twisted an ankle but it seemed she was not in such luck as that. His heart ached to help her and he hoped with all his heart Fallen knew some medical treatment, because in all his abilities he was no healer… and that was a fault that he sorely wished he didn’t have right at this very moment.

Fallen · 01-19-2011, 11:23 PM

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OOC: Poor goat, we think you hurt Sky D: WC:376

Fallen checked over the girl, looking at her slightly chubby stomach, realizing the girl was pregnant. He checked her head, her feet, and her stomach. It didn't seem that there were any outside injuries, it seemed to be inside, something paining her. Perhaps the pups? Although, soon, he heard footsteps hitting the ground with slightly loud ease. Shawchert came bustling over, asking if Sky was okay. He found out that the girl's name was Sky. A flute in the males hand, he watched Shawchert with a silent nod of the head. Fallen listened as Shawchert asked about pups, wondering if the dear lives were alright. Fallen stayed silently feeling the stomach for something odd, something odd, something, just something that was paining her! Shawchert scooped the girl up, but Fallen was still inspecting her.

"I am unsure, Shawchert. I was lost in the forest, I didn't get to see. Although, I don't think it was the poor goat, and if it was, you would have most likely see a cut or bump, and the goat most likely wouldn't affect. I think in maybe something going on the inside, is her birth coming soon? I am unsure if she fell, but maybe, but most likely not hard, telling by the snow. Has she done anything to affect the pups or something? Tough labor, stress? Take her inside, she will get cold,"

Fallen informed the leader, but his eyes were serious, and still looking her over, looking for some sort of flaw. He thought for a moment, and soon asked,
"Do you know when she is due? Is she early, or late? Although, I should most likely try to reduce her pain.... Wait a second,"

He reached into his green army bag, and rustled around until he found a nice jar of dill seeds, a herb that reduced stomach pain, and stress pain, if she needed it. And, if she needed to sleep, it to would help. He crushed them into a fine powder, and then gave it to Shawchert.
"Feed this to her, will you? It will reduce the pain she is feeling," He explained the herb, so the leader would think that he was trying to poison her or something.

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Sky Rhiannon · 01-20-2011, 12:35 AM

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+379 Post Order: Sky, Fallen, Shawchert?

Sky was reeling. First, Fallen, a male she'd met once before, came rushing to her side, asking her questions that she didn't quite catch, then Shawchert came over, and he moved to scoop her up. The moment, though, that either hand touched her from either male, girl's instincts took over. With a snarl, she backed away, swiping feircely at both of them. Teeth bared, ears pinned back, eyes wide with a feral fear.

She eyed the smaller male, the one with the weird hair, as he spoke, and then produced some sort of herb. Pain relief? Hell no, she wasn't going to be falling asleep if her pups were in danger! Girl snarled again, backing another shuffle away. "Feed me that and I'll chew your throat out!" The normally sweet voice was tainted with her natural accent and a feral undertone, one used more for her secui form than anything else. Fur was on end already, but it stood up more in a wave as pain hit her again, and she cried out, curling tighter.

This time, there was blood. The white snow around her suddenly seeped red, staining her clothes and fur. She kicked at the air, toppling onto her side, eyes closed tight and jaws locked in a clench. "F-Fuck...!" The whole time, poor Casper was bleating his concerns, mostly about being so near to a feral'd luperci. He tugged at his rope, stumbling a few times as his legs threatened to lock up. Poor thing.

The pain ebbed away again, becoming duller, and she gasped air back into her lungs. She snarled again, and this time the only words she uttered were in complete wolf, meaning behind a feral sound. Get him away from me! It was directed at her semi-mate Shawchert, referring to Fallen... girl was panicking. She'd later regret being mean towards poor Fallen, but the thought of having a stranger nearby...

She was a wolf in a pack, sure, and a luperci at that, with higher intelligence... but those instincts still came on strong sometimes. Reducing her pain and getting her inside were the least of their worries, or should've been. The best goal at that moment was to get her to calm the hell down, and not get mauled in the process.

Shawchert Menue · 01-20-2011, 05:29 AM

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OOC: Post order kinda messed up, Sky – Shaw- Fallen Ok? Fallen we normally go by post order here, unless directed other wise Smile I know you didn’t know but remember for the future’s sake ^^

In Character

Everything was going so quickly yet Shawchert felt as if everything went in slow motion… Fallen seemed to know what he was doing but then, even as she backed away from Shawchert’s touch it seemed that she didn’t want either of them there right then, but Shaw was stubborn and he knew that she needed someone. He took her next wave of pain to hurry to her in the snow and put loving arms around her as she swore, and looking down, his heart stopped… there was blood.

Get a blanket, something, tear the house apart but find a blanket!

He said to the male that knew what he was doing. His heart was aching, and he didn’t know what to do himself, he stroked her fine hair, hoping the pain would stop that it was nothing but a false labor… but the blood, oh the blood.

I’m here, Sky, please stay calm for the pup’s sake, you won’t have any medicine I promise, just please, calm.

His voice buzzed in her ear lightly, trying to put whatever calm he had into her being, though if it worked or not was out of his hands, he hoped like heck that she would calm that it was only something that panic was making worse and if it got better everything would be ok. He started humming the lullaby that she had taught him, in hopes it would sooth her in any way, though at this moment he wasn’t sure what really could sooth a poor mother who knew it was too early for her pups to be born.

Fallen · 01-26-2011, 12:35 AM

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OOC: Sorry for being a bit late! ^^;WC: 593

Fallen dodged a claw, but just barely. He growled lightly to himself, but it wasn't directed at Sky, it was more directed at himself. He should have know, he was like a stranger, she was in pain. Who wouldn't freak out if a stranger came along and rushed into your room, and began touching your belly? Stupid, stupid, stupid! He just wanted to hit himself in the face! He shook his head, it wasn't the time right now for him to be getting mad at himself, it was time to find out what was wrong. He could tell this female didn't want him coming near her, and so, he gave her a bit room. Fallen looked into the snow, and saw blood. He blinked. Was she bleeding from...? He hoped she wasn't, were he pups injured some how? Or was it her? Or both? He knelt, and looked at the snow for a minute, before lifting himself. He fixed his jacket quickly, and said, his eyes clear and calm, as he spoke,

"Shawchert, Take her inside, please. It is perhaps a bit warmer."
Fallen listened to his leader for a moment, before darting his hand into his bag, and pulling out a tattered, yet warm, blanket. He held it in his paw for a moment, looking lightly upon Sky, for anything wrong with her. Most likely false labor. He moved slowly and carefully, with a calm, yet kind exterior around him, hoping not to frighten the bewildered female. He laid the blanket easily upon the girl, Before backing away quickly, and thinking.

Fallen instantly got a thought as he heard Shawchert hum. Fallen's ears instantly perked at the sound of music, the music he so loved, the music that was.... well, music to his ears. His ears twitched slightly, as he began to speak,
"Shawchert! Play your flute! Maybe that will calm her down? Any familiar tunes that she may know?"
Fallen instantly bustled inside the house, after trying to quiet the goat, which was grating on his nerves. Fallen soon heard as Sky growled, in completely wolf tone, of making Fallen leave. He paused, his teal eye slightly cold as they fell upon Sky, and spoke in a simple, yet defiant tone,

"Nope. I won't leave. Thank you, have a nice day."

He chuckled to himself, although he knew it wasn't the moment. He sighed, and thought for a moment. Fallen watched her for a second, his eye simply blank, as if it was a glass eye, yet it wasn't. It seemed the pain was slowly fading, but it could rise at any moment, and who knows? His other eye could be gone with a swipe of her claw. He sighed, and put his hand to his head, against his bangs, and started to swish them around, show a bit of the socket, then disappearing, showing, and then disappearing. It was basically what he did when he was trying to the think. He touched the scar easily, feeling the leather like skin against his fingertips. He scratched the scar softly, which showed his frustration. He was calm, this wasn't the worst thing he had seen, but these two! Both freaking out! If only he could snap his fingers and make them be quiet! He sighed to himself, and blinked.

"Shawchert, do you know when she is due?"

He repeated the question, his voice mellow as he watched them both, his chest slowly exhaling and inhaling air, the scent of goat, blood, Sky, and Shawchert.

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Sky Rhiannon · 01-26-2011, 03:04 AM

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+465 Sorry for the wait, guys! D:

Oh, Sky heard every word the boys were speaking. As her beloved Shawchert came to kneel beside her, she made quick work of showing her opinion on 'tearing her house apart'. Arm snapped out and a clawed hand reached to grab hold of anything near her beloved's neck, hopefully a shirt collar if he wore one that day. If she indeed got hold of something, ever fur, she'd yank hard to get his face as close to her bared teeth as possible. "That's my house, you retard." Her way of voiceing annoyance to the idea of cleaning up afterwards.

Her eyes suddenly snapped away from him though, falling on the stranger with that feral gleam. He was approaching, and at first all she saw was something big. She cringed, but then as she registered what it was, all the poor boy got in retaliation to his nearing her was a mean snarl, one that shook her whole body until he backed away again. Eyes still locked on him, she huffed, a rather pitiful attempt at being calm, and shoved her face into Shawchert's arm, ignoring their words now, for the most part.

On came another wave of pain. This time, she was more prepared, and as it came, she sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, and let it out slowly, body quivering with a held-back scream. The breathing continued, eyes closed and body uncurling just slightly. As it ebbed away again, she found herself hearing something about being moved inside, though it was already spoken a while ago now. She'd just registered the words, and replied in a soft, controlled voice. "Dun... wan' bl'd... on the floors..." She sighed a breath, relishing in the dulled moment that she felt no real pain. "...th' back r'm... 'as stone floors... easy cleaning... still warm..."

If these dreaded males had to indeed move her, then she'd not settled for soiling her house. Though thoughts were misplaced right now, girl wasn't about to admit that her pups were in danger. Something about a flute registered, then again that stranger's voice, something about being due, and when. She decided to answer the question before her beloved could, lifting her voice a bit.

"Early... too early... March. Spring." She gasped as her body threatened her with more pain, but relaxed a bit when it turned out to be a false alarm. Thank gods. "...Shaw..." She moved into him some more, kicking her legs groggily to get closer. "...lullaby..." As if she thought he wouldn't get it, girl took a moment to hum the tune slowly, though it cut off with a yelp as that previous warning became real, and the pain surged up and down her spine, sending sparks into her vision behind closed lids. So much for singing.

Shawchert Menue · 01-26-2011, 05:14 AM

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+5 OOC: THAT WAS LATE?!!!

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His eyes watered as she grabbed a fistful of fur and pulled him to her. Oh that hurt… and she was now angry at him. He didn’t blame her but he had not been thinking about it, he just wanted her to be calm… warm and calm. Oh but he wasn’t sure it was worth getting his chest fur ripped out by an angry she-wolf. Fallen seemed to have been much more prepared than Shaw ever was and pulled out a blanket of his own and tentatively threw it over Sky. Shawchert could see when she had more pain because he went to trying to sooth her as she seemed in so much pain, kneading her shoulders in a massage, his humming grew louder and his look more worried.

Fallen mentioned they should go in the house, and Shaw was torn… Sky would rip him apart, especially as she spoke of not wanting blood on the floor. Fallen was right though, having Sky out here was not going to help her in any way, and she seemed to add to her comment… the back room… That was good enough for Shaw. He gingerly tried scooping her up, as she answered Fallen but she had another bout of pain… Oh his poor Sky, Shaw worried for her now. He cared about the pups inside her, though they were not his, but he cared more for the woman that has stolen his heart. Once the pain subsided, Shaw picked sky up as easily as if she were nothing more than a tiny little brick, except he held her with considerable more care as he moved the woman into the house and out to the back room, it was much better than it was outside, he knelt before laying her on the stone floor and looked over to see if Fallen had followed. In any case it had seemed before he had moved her that she did want him to play his flute.

Grabbing the instrument that was around his neck he put it to his mouth, his hands were shaking from fear for his girlfriend, but he began to play. The tune itself was wavering at first, as though he could not remember it. That was not the case… he was so worried that he might not come back with Sky alive. He had seen wolves die of blood loss, or something that happened during a birth, even one so early. His playing continued though, the soft lullaby that she had taught him. Playing it seemed to sooth him some, and hopefully sooth her, he had moved so her head lay on his lap. She was free to move anywhere, but he wanted to be close to her, to make sure that nothing happened to her. the rest was up to fallen for now. Shawchert was doing all that he could, all that he knew and he was cursing himself for not knowing what to do. He was quiet the whole time afraid to talk, afraid that if he did something terrible would happen.

Fallen · 01-29-2011, 09:19 PM

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table by Silver! OOC: My post is late D: WC:768

Fallen sighed to himself, and rubbed his temple, trying to think of some sort of herb she didn't have to digest. Like a paste of some sort, something that could seep into her skin, and possibly make the pain end. He thought deeply as he hurried in, ignoring the annoying goat, as he bustled into the back room, along with Shawchert and Sky. Shawchert took Sky to the back room, a room with stone floors. He rolled his eyes slightly as he gave a chuckle to himself, at the moment, she was caring about cleaning, instead of her pain. If they did get blood, he would help clean, if she wanted him to. He didn't have much else to do, except look for pieces to make a violin. He thought for a moment, as the gentle sound of the flute floated in his ear, but he stopped thinking, when Sky told her due date. Hmm, it was to early for her. He listened for a minute more, rubbing his temples, before, DING! He took his hands swiftly from his temples, crouched on his knees, and quickly opened his bag. He reached around frantically, until he pulled out a bottle, filled with Fennel. He smiled, which he hadn't done in awhile, and then reached around again, and soon pulled out a piece of his old violin, something very precious to him. It was a part of the back, and it would be perfect. He frowned slightly, but then reached back into his bag, and took out a smooth piece of wood, thin on the end, but rounded at the beginning. He put the fennel onto the back of the violin, and with a wince, he started to pound the dry herb into a dust. He pounded until it was fine, and gently picked up the back of the violin. He held it carefully, and then made his hand that wasn't holding the back, drift into his bag, and grab another bottle, this one filled with water. It wasn't cold, nor was it warm, but perfect temperature. Often tea was hot, but this one would have to be semi warm. He quickly opened the bottle, which he had to set down the back of the violin carefully, but he then picked it up again, and poured the fine powder into the water. He reached once again in the bag, and pulled out another stick, smooth and clean. He began to stir the powder, until the tea was done. It was a fine brown color, a soothing color, that would hopefully soothe the bleeding. Yet, he had to stir one last herb into the tea.

Fallen thought for a moment, for what would soothe the pain. Ah! Peppermint! He reached into his bag of wonders, and soon pulled out a jar of dried peppermint. The minty herb burned Fallen's nose, so he often didn't use it, so there was much in there. He held his breath as he reached in, and took the back of his violin, and pounder, and quickly pounded it, and he soon turned away so he could breath. It was soon a fine powder, and he picked up the back of the broken violin, and poured the pounded herb into the jar, that had fennel already in it. He stirred, and it soon turned a slightly reddish color, but a pleasant color. He smiled, and he lifted the jar with success, and sniffed it easily, just to be sure it was the right blend. It was missing one last thing. What could it be? Some sort of something.... Beer! Just a drop or two, that also calmed others down... sometimes. Plus, it would perhaps make Sky feel a bit more calm. He reached in, grabbed out a bottle of beer, which he sometimes consumed, but not often, and pour three drops into the blend of tea. He then sniffed it, and it was perfect. He lifted the jar filled with the tea, and approached Sky slowly.

"Sky.... I need you to trust me, for a minute. Please drink this. It will help the pain and bleeding. Please just drink it. I won't hurt you."

Fallen said this with his gentle voice, a voice the combination of low and high, a perfectly even voice. He lifted the tea, and gently set it down next to her. It was her choice if she wanted the unbearable pain and troublesome bleeding to go away. She needed help, and he was offering it. He had the skills to help, but the only thing was, would she accepted the help?

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