This is not what we planned

Taliesin

POSTED: Tue Jan 15, 2013 5:45 pm

Puuupppyy time :D About midnightish
SSWM 564

"Gemma! You must return to the Tribe!" The white buffalo cantered after her swiftly retreating form and the pale woman picked her pace up as much as she could in the snow,

"No! I can't! I have to see him." Her feet stuck in the snow and it was an effort to drag herself free of each footfall.

"Gemma!" She ignored his voice, a first ever, and carried on her journey. The snow she had once found so beautiful now seemed suffocating, it floated around her in thick flakes that clogged her vision and chilled her nose. This was a foolish venture, she had made to travel outside of her pack, in the midst of the winter with no clothes, no food, nothing to make fire. She was a stupid woman but her mistake was made now and to turn back now.. she just couldn't admit defeat. All the last two months she had not seen him, had denied herself, convincing herself that he had bigger worries and that the child growing within her was something he would be ashamed of her. But now, on the very cusp of her labor she had deigned to seek him out, to see him and throw herself before him, her Taliesin.

The loud snorting breaths returned and she tried to block him out, Tamai Waki, her spirit guide. He had hardly begun to speak again when she turned on him, her face contorted in pain and anger and fear,

"NO!" Her voice was loud enough to echo in the stillness, and his dark dark eyes reverberated with shock. Her suffering was plain to see upon her face, and the echo of agony within her shattered gaze. He disappeared from her sight and she was alone. Now the woman..girl cried. The hot tears fell and froze on her nose, and she turned to trek ever onwards. Her thin body was not made to survive such deep cold for very long although thick fur had carried her so far. She stumbled on and the hours passed by, the miles disappearing beneath her feet, the snowy pregnant woman that blended so well against the background of white.

If it had been summer, she would have easily recognized the place where she had met the giant Shawchert and listened to his enchanting music, where she had followed the red bird that had led her to family and a pack away from pack, a home away from home. She was lost now and yet not far from her destination either, the cruelness of the world bearing down upon her to have come so far and yet still face such challenges. Eventually even her pitiful strength deserted her, drained by her tears and her hike, and she folded to the floor. The first lances of pain spiked through her stomach and she gritted her teeth against it. Completely exposed and utterly vulnerable out in the open, she was a sitting target for anyone with a heart vile enough to take her.

The ripples of pain soon rolled themselves out into waves of agony. As it always had done for her, the process of life giving was so painful, an echo back to a time before she was ready. With nothing to care and no one to comfort her she did not keep herself silent and her scream rent the air, loud and wailing.
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Gemma Tlvdatsi

POSTED: Mon Jan 21, 2013 10:17 pm

The mood had continued to build in the Rhiannon scholar. An ill mood, causing him to snap and lash out at anyone who approached. Not even his beloved Myrddin or their feline family was immune to his foul mood. If he were a woman, he would have thought he was nearing delivery, as restless and irritable as he was. The mood had continued to build, leading him to solitary confinement in his living room, by the fire. Sheba had brushed against him once or twice, but otherwise had stayed away from the cantankerous snow hued healer. It was the middle of the night when his mood had reached its crescendo, leading him to shatter a cup against the wall while everyone else slept. He leapt to his feet, nearly running out the door. It was only force of habit that led him to grabbing his pack, a thing he would soon be grateful for.

He didn't know what led him the way he went, what instinct or impulse made him walk at a near run toward the borders. When the scream reached his ears, he let out a gasp. He knew the sweet honeyed tones behind the pained scream. Gemma, his sweet Gemma, his love. Thoughts of Skye, of Sophie, left his head. His only thought was to reach her side, to protect her from whatever evil was befalling her.

The sight that reached him through the swirling snow made his mouth go dry and his hands clench. His sweet Gemma was obviously pregnant, and obviously in pain as well. He skidded to a halt, nearly falling over in the abrupt cessation of movement. He swallowed, started to speak, then swallowed again. "Gemma. Oh, Gemma... we need to get you inside, get you warm." He knew, by meeting her eyes, what was going on. She had come to him in her hour of need. He would protect her, help her and her unborn litter. Their unborn litter. He knew it, if only by the expression on her face when she saw him, some minute twitch of her lips, a sparkle in her pained eyes. Something told him, even if it was only instinct.

((WC 363. Sorry for the PP. Forgive me? :P ))
When the dark unfolds its wings do you sense the strangest things?
Things no one would ever guess and mere words cannot express?

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Vannah
Luperci Mate to Gemma
Half of my blood
LIFE IS PAIN

POSTED: Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:02 pm

Always! :3
SSWM 605

The high cold eyes of the moon glared down at her in frigid, frosty silence. She, the lost girl. She whimpered pitifully and pressed her back against the tree bark behind her, the tree under which she'd give birth, like a neglected animal, her stressed subconscious provided her with. She shivered as the cold pierced her to the bone, her breath clouding the icy air around her. Her own screams rang within her ears despite her best attempt to stop it, her body refused to listen to her pleading with it to be quiet, that her loud pain would bring predators. Her breast rose and fell heavily and her heart pounded rapidly. It was a dark shadow darting at the edge of her vision that silenced her voice and the pain seemed to shrink into the background. She stared in terrified stillness at the darkness that was blacker than black, the silence an oppressive weight. He was here, to witness her pain again, to torment her with the knowledge that she would never escape his grasp. His cruel laughter echoed in the quiet, and she closed her eyes, a sobbing gasp bursting from her chest.

Footsteps crunched against the snow, slow and menacing, and again her eyes pricked with tears, hot against her face. She saw the white glint of his teeth and the sharp blue of his eyes. Her eyes, the ones he had passed on. Her hand curled across her stomach, daring to deny him and try protect her child. The cold laughter came again, assured with his cocky confidence that there was no escape for her. Scared she was, and hurting, tired and exhausted. But a mother she also was, and she bared her teeth, snarling in defiance at him. Her father.

More footsteps, these ones different. Hurried and loud, harsh breathing accompanying them. And also along with it came the scent that allowed her to cover her lips and glare fiercely for now she was safe, no demon to plague her birthing a moment longer. His specter faded leaving behind only a hint of hatred and malevolence. The pain came back fully and she cried out again, hand clenching against her stomach. Tears now for a different reason, at the excruciating tearing sensations. This hurt more than being raped, more than having her ear torn off and her face slashed. This was all consuming, this was the end of everything.

She looked to him as he burst free of the suffocating snow, so polar opposite to their shared sire, to the monster that lived within both of them and within every child of Lucifer. She had not meant to call the angel forth but he came anyway, drawn by her weakness to give her strength. If ever Gemma were to be convinced that godly deities existed it would have been then as sapphires followed him. Any doubt that he would scorn them was washed away, and she became aware that she was shivering violently, her teeth clicking together. There was still a guilty gleam to her eye though, a shift to her posture, she had hidden it away from him purposely, for this she was sorry. There could be no other choice, he was the only one she had lain with, the only one she let close to herself in that way anymore.

"T..T..Taliesin. I..I'. s..s..sorry." Would he know what she was apologizing for. She reached up towards him, for him, her tired body making the effort to draw him closer. She needed to touch him and know he was real and that it was not an imagining of her mind,
Gemma Tlvdatsi

POSTED: Wed Jan 30, 2013 11:31 pm

In another life, he would have felt ashamed for her state, for what he would have perceived as unwanted pups form a one night stand. But after everything the couple had been through, he couldn't feel anything but a father's pride, a mate's pride in his woman, that they had created life. He knew this was what had him on edge, some secret and taboo connection between himself and the daughter of their shared father. Their pup was that connection. He drew her into his arms, lending her his strength, lending her his warmth. He needed to get them home. Was that a shadow there, in between the trees? He held her to is chest now, as though she were no more than a child.

Her words shattered his heart, her apology causing him to look at her. His words were soft and tender as he replied. "Don't be." He wouldn't let her give birth out here, where the bitter wind could rob a new born of it's warmth, of it's life. He didn't remember the journey to the house, except broken flashes of a white form on one side of him, and a black shadow on the other side. Hallucination, ghosts, spirits, it didn't matter. All that mattered was protecting his Gemma, his beloved woman.

He slammed the door open, Sheba arched her back and hissed, then fled to a warmer and quieter section of the house. He laid her out on the couch. One hand cupped her neck, the other lightly touched her swollen belly. A life was in there that was soon to come out, judging by her cries of pain. "You're safe, my love. Both of you are safe."
When the dark unfolds its wings do you sense the strangest things?
Things no one would ever guess and mere words cannot express?

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Vannah
Luperci Mate to Gemma
Half of my blood
LIFE IS PAIN

POSTED: Wed Mar 20, 2013 1:58 am

As her arms were weak and almost drained of life so his were strong and sure in their hold on her. The cold was a thief of the night to steal away her energy and warmth, her head tipped upon useless muscles and rested against his chest, the pounding beat of his heart racing in time to her own. A furious pain lanced through her body, burning as fire in her veins, reaching down into her depths and tormenting the whole of her. She shrieked again, the agony overwhelming, drawing renewed interest from the retreating wraith that surged back, passionate hatred in its stare.

She traveled as he did, her beloved brother, evermore upon the edge. To one side was the brightness of the light which was what she strove forever to reach and to the other side was the black of the dark that was a constant temptation to sink down into the consuming evil like the monster that hounded their trail. She kept her eyes shut and her face pressed against his fur so she missed the sudden appearance of Tamai Waki from thin air who scythed his fearsome horns through swirling flakes, placing himself between his charge charge and her savior and the hunter demon.

The ghost's hatred and fury gave it great strength but his power was ancient. He had been old when the Great Tribe had been new, when the first families made their peace pacts and joined together to form the first AniWaya, an old buck then of nearing twenty years of age. His power was too much and the entity fled to the night in fear with Tamai Waki's rage snapping at his tail. Gemma missed all of this and curled into Tal as tightly as her weakened muscles would let her. Convulsions of her stomach rattled through her, holding her in an iron grip and the flight through Cercatori land passed in a swift haze.

An angry hissing forced her eyes open and she caught Sheba's tail flash from the room. Now she was lowered and the soft of the couch embraced her in its grasp. Her breast rose and fell with rapid shallow gasping breaths, she felt as though she couldn't breathe enough. At least the warm in the room seeped into her and stopped her frantic shivering, the cold locked outside for now. Sapphire blues look up at him with all the trust in the world, Tal would never fail her, never. She screwed her eyes shut as more waves of pain passed through her, why did it have to hurt so much. She began to fight with herself, one part telling her to push and the other telling her not to and knew her time was very close now.
Gemma Tlvdatsi

POSTED: Wed Mar 20, 2013 12:03 pm

Her shivering stopped as he held her while she reclined on the couch. Sophia was forgotten, the lingering haze of the pot they'd smoked washed away with the cold that had followed him until he reached the house she had yet to see. The thought, that Gemma hadn't visited him since before the hurricane, was there and then vanished. His gaze was on her face, his fingers tracing her jawline as he had Sophia's, just hours before. He could see her fighting herself, and it pained him. Echoes of her pain lingered in his body, though whether empathy or imagination he was unsure. He continued to stroke her jawline soothingly. "Easy, Gemma. You're safe. The pup is safe here. I'll protect both of you, my love."

Even the thought of Sophia was swept away by the cold wind outside. He didn't know if she was still upstairs, he didn't know if she was sleeping or awake, if she'd noticed his departure or not. He heard footsteps and turned his head to see Myrddin. "Gemma's in labor, Myr. Go boil some water." His calm steady gaze then returned to Gemma's face. Boiling water was a task reserved for the father to be, usually. But in this case the father was the midwife, and he wasn't leaving her side. "Let the pup come, love. I'm here. Nothing will go wrong."
When the dark unfolds its wings do you sense the strangest things?
Things no one would ever guess and mere words cannot express?

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Vannah
Luperci Mate to Gemma
Half of my blood
LIFE IS PAIN

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