01-08-2011, 07:14 PM
[html] Postdated to Jan. 1st. Read only. Evidence of Axelle’s birth. (it might suck, I have no experience with giving birth.) WC: 856
She held them in as long as she could. Mentally, of course. But now it was time for the pups to come out. Finding a place was easy now since she saw the perfect spot a few days ago. Some kind of shack she saw in Dans would be the perfect spot. She had been in her Optime form for the last few weeks so she didn’t kill herself shifting. Plus, she needed fingers for her big plan. There was a satchel slung across her shoulder with a ratty looking blanket in it. She went last minute rummaging for the blanket so she would have something decent to lay on during the process instead of just the dirty, splinter infested floor.
The snow was almost gone. There were a few piles here and there, but they were melting away too. There was barely any ice anymore. Well, recently at least anyway. Axelle didn’t have to worry about slipping on some ice and busting her butt or killing the pups in the process because that would just screw up her whole revenge scheme against Kemo. Even though that would be a secret to him, too, but he would find out someday in the future. That wouldn’t stay hidden forever, and hopefully she would be able to get him back for all the pain he’s given her in more ways than this one.
The pain came in waves. Like the ocean’s waves almost. Ocean waves of Hell. Some were light and she could almost ignore them. Others were unbearable which made Axelle want to lie on the ground and assume the fetal position. The pain made her hate the pups even more since she didn’t know that pain was an actual part of normal pregnancy. She just thought they were painful because they were Kemo’s pups. Everything about him was painful. Getting raped by him was painful, smoking with him was emotionally painful, and now having his pups was painful. She kept walking now clutching her abdomen.
Finally, the shack came into view. It looked smaller than it did the other day. This struck up a wonder. Can would shrink? Who knew? She walked up to it and pushed the door open. It protested then swung painfully open. The rust crunched on the hinges, and the sound was almost unbearable to Axelle’s ears. It was dark inside, but just as well. She didn’t want anyone to see her anyway. When she entered, she had to duck slightly to avoid her ears touching the dirty, cobwebbed ceiling. The door swung closed behind her only leaving itself open a crack, which let only a crack of daylight in. That was good enough.
Axelle pulled the blanket out of her bag and spread it out on the floor. She laid it close to a wall so that she would have something to lean against during the birthing. Then she greatfully and carefully sat on it and propped her back against the wall so that she was half laying and half sitting. The birthing would be easier this way. Then a weird feeling came, and she almost felt as if something was trying to push its way through her. She pushed as hard as she could, breathing fast, a pups head popped through. A white-looking pup. She took it and placed it on the edge of the blanket. It was alive and squirming. Then she pushed more, and noticed that pushing made the pain slightly ease. The pain was unbearable and she whined as she pushed. Another pup popped through and she helped it along with her hand. Another white one, but this one was limp. She put the pup on the dirty floor. The next one that came out was black and white colored like her. It looked as if it were dipped in an inkpot. That pup was alive, and this made her heart sink a bit. She had to kill this little one that looked so much like her. She put the pup next to its white sibling on the blanket. She pushed hard again partially screaming because of the pain and out popped another white head. This one was interestingly colored with a white head and black paws. It was limp. She carefully placed it on the dirty floor next to the other dead pup. The next pup that came out was also alive, and the last one. This pup was gray colored and looked almost exactly like its father. Axelle was disgusted by its face, but placed it carefully by the other three.
She cleaned up the birthing mess and spruced herself up a bit before crawling over to the pups and licking them clean as well. She wouldn’t feed them yet. She couldn’t decide if she really wanted to yet. She gathered them all up in her arms and laid down for a nap with all of them. They were quiet puppies, but they were breathing so they were alive.
Later when she was to wake up she would bring them outside and build a fire for them and also hope that no one comes along.
She held them in as long as she could. Mentally, of course. But now it was time for the pups to come out. Finding a place was easy now since she saw the perfect spot a few days ago. Some kind of shack she saw in Dans would be the perfect spot. She had been in her Optime form for the last few weeks so she didn’t kill herself shifting. Plus, she needed fingers for her big plan. There was a satchel slung across her shoulder with a ratty looking blanket in it. She went last minute rummaging for the blanket so she would have something decent to lay on during the process instead of just the dirty, splinter infested floor.
The snow was almost gone. There were a few piles here and there, but they were melting away too. There was barely any ice anymore. Well, recently at least anyway. Axelle didn’t have to worry about slipping on some ice and busting her butt or killing the pups in the process because that would just screw up her whole revenge scheme against Kemo. Even though that would be a secret to him, too, but he would find out someday in the future. That wouldn’t stay hidden forever, and hopefully she would be able to get him back for all the pain he’s given her in more ways than this one.
The pain came in waves. Like the ocean’s waves almost. Ocean waves of Hell. Some were light and she could almost ignore them. Others were unbearable which made Axelle want to lie on the ground and assume the fetal position. The pain made her hate the pups even more since she didn’t know that pain was an actual part of normal pregnancy. She just thought they were painful because they were Kemo’s pups. Everything about him was painful. Getting raped by him was painful, smoking with him was emotionally painful, and now having his pups was painful. She kept walking now clutching her abdomen.
Finally, the shack came into view. It looked smaller than it did the other day. This struck up a wonder. Can would shrink? Who knew? She walked up to it and pushed the door open. It protested then swung painfully open. The rust crunched on the hinges, and the sound was almost unbearable to Axelle’s ears. It was dark inside, but just as well. She didn’t want anyone to see her anyway. When she entered, she had to duck slightly to avoid her ears touching the dirty, cobwebbed ceiling. The door swung closed behind her only leaving itself open a crack, which let only a crack of daylight in. That was good enough.
Axelle pulled the blanket out of her bag and spread it out on the floor. She laid it close to a wall so that she would have something to lean against during the birthing. Then she greatfully and carefully sat on it and propped her back against the wall so that she was half laying and half sitting. The birthing would be easier this way. Then a weird feeling came, and she almost felt as if something was trying to push its way through her. She pushed as hard as she could, breathing fast, a pups head popped through. A white-looking pup. She took it and placed it on the edge of the blanket. It was alive and squirming. Then she pushed more, and noticed that pushing made the pain slightly ease. The pain was unbearable and she whined as she pushed. Another pup popped through and she helped it along with her hand. Another white one, but this one was limp. She put the pup on the dirty floor. The next one that came out was black and white colored like her. It looked as if it were dipped in an inkpot. That pup was alive, and this made her heart sink a bit. She had to kill this little one that looked so much like her. She put the pup next to its white sibling on the blanket. She pushed hard again partially screaming because of the pain and out popped another white head. This one was interestingly colored with a white head and black paws. It was limp. She carefully placed it on the dirty floor next to the other dead pup. The next pup that came out was also alive, and the last one. This pup was gray colored and looked almost exactly like its father. Axelle was disgusted by its face, but placed it carefully by the other three.
She cleaned up the birthing mess and spruced herself up a bit before crawling over to the pups and licking them clean as well. She wouldn’t feed them yet. She couldn’t decide if she really wanted to yet. She gathered them all up in her arms and laid down for a nap with all of them. They were quiet puppies, but they were breathing so they were alive.
Later when she was to wake up she would bring them outside and build a fire for them and also hope that no one comes along.