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POSTED: Mon Jul 07, 2014 12:57 pm

just own the night like the 4th of July

A hot and hazy fog had settled over the Fort, the air was stuffy and too thick to be comfortable, beads of sweat broke out on the expectant mother’s brow, and she felt absolutely miserable. Lola craved the rain more than ever before, her swollen ankles finding brief refuge in the river’s chill, but sitting on the banks was difficult with her cumbersome abdomen and lately, she’d taken to getting quite sick after little activity. She tried to remain happy and excited for the movement in her belly--gone still half a day ago--mostly because she knew any discomfort that registered on her face, only served to worry and trouble her devoted mate. Teas of chamomile and mint did little to dissuade the nausea that now seemed to hound her every move, but she was willing to try anything in hopes the birth would be swift.

Toddling back from the river and making slow progress back into the Fort, Lola felt a sharp jolt electrify her stomach. She paused, one hand bracing herself against the wall as she sucked in a breath, now that was something one didn’t feel everyday. She waited until it passed, massaging the bulk of her belly with one hand to gauge any movement, but there was no response. Shaking it off as just a minor growing pain, she straightened back up and continued on her way, deciding she’d stop in at Morty’s to see if the medico had anything stronger she could take for the body aches. Lola only got five more steps into the square when another white hot spasm went through her. With a soft cry, her hands and forearms braced herself for the ground. Lola’s pregnant mound just barely brushed the dirt packed walkway before she awkwardly sat back on her thighs and ankles, cradling the source of her pain while sucking in another breath.

Her eyes searched for her home within the humid haze while she silently cursed herself for sending d’Artagnan on his way, but the pain subsided and she was able to crawl back to her feet once more. Almost there…she muttered, wiping her brow with the back of her hand and deciding a detour towards home would be a better idea than crossing the entire square. A visit to Morty would have to wait another day, Lola simply wanted to curl up in bed, thinking this was simply another bout of pregnancy woes when the sweet and comforting scent of sawdust and wood assaulted her sensitive nose. Alistair’s woodshop loomed out of the foggy din, causing Lola to give an exultant giggle, but that was short lived. Suddenly a flood of pressure surged to the space between her legs and the Veleno stared down terrified at her cherry soaked legs. My water’s broke! She shouted before another wave of crippling pain brought her to her knees.

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POSTED: Wed Jul 09, 2014 11:06 am

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Something was wrong.

Alistair felt it in his bones. Merlin grew restless at his rider’s shift in mood, whinnying and tossing his great black head when the Lune pulled him into an abrupt halt. Alistair’s ears were up and for a couple moments all was still, but he heard nothing. A furrow creased his brow as he set his heels gently into Merlin’s sides to urge the gelding into a trot, a more leisurely stride than what they’d been using before. Horse and rider remained on edge, but Merlin’s training made him practically unshakeable. He did little besides snort his discomfort as Alistair rode him through the Great Gate and into Fort Kingsbury.

Merlin’s hooves clomped on the cracked pavement and then thudded on soft grass as Alistair guided him towards the stables. They didn’t make it far as it was Lola’s anguished cry that prompted the knight into immediate action. Merlin whinnied shrilly as he was forced into a full gallop. “I’m coming!” He yelled, racing towards the sound of her voice. This was it, they were coming. There was no time to address his emotions in this moment, this had been a difficult pregnancy, and she needed him, she needed help.

He smelled her before he saw her, on her knees and surrounded by a mess of bloody birthing fluid. Merlin came to a sudden halt as Alistair instructed Lola, “don’t move!” It tugged at his heartstrings to leave her, but he knew that he was unqualified to assist her. They needed Morty, and now. “I’ll be back, just stay where you are!” He called after her, already galloping off to the Courthouse where Morty would be in the Medico’s office. There was little comfort he could give her, not yet, and the thought of having to leave her like that, even for a moment, made his hands tremble.

Rivets were forged in the dirt outside the double doors as Alistair forced Merlin into an almost immediate stop. He practically leapt down from the saddle, pushing through the doors and making a swift beeline to the Medico’s office. “Her water’s broke.” He announced as he barged into the room, thankful when the grey furred healer didn’t question him. She seemed to be in shock a moment, staring at him blankly for a second before she gave her head a rough shake and jogged after him. Under different circumstances he wouldn’t have blamed her, he must have been a sight charging in like had, but now as not the time. The tawny wolfdog was already leaving the room. When they reached the doors he held them open, laying a hand on her back to escort her through as he mounted his horse.

“Where is she?” Morty asked, to which the Lune sighed. There wasn’t time for this, and he offered his hand.

“By the shop,” he answered dismissively. “Now get on.”

“Me? On that thing, no, no way.” By the look on his face, Alistair didn’t have time for her antics and she scrambled to do as he asked. He took off when she was barely settled, the grey furred woman being forced to cling onto him as they went off like a shot towards the shop.

They weren’t long, Alistair could see her silver fur. When they reached he dismounted swiftly, Morty merely an afterthought now that he saw his mate. “I brought Morty,” he informed her, the obvious concern prevalent in the furrow his brows. He kneeled down beside her, and took her hand, ears flicking back to Morty.

“You weren’t kiddin.’” She said, frowning as she found she had to help herself down from the horse. She rushed over to Lola, bending down beside her, “it’s alright, darlin’ I’m here, now.” She looked up to Alistair, “be a doll and git that monster out of here.” She nodded her head roughly in Merlin’s direction as the gelding snorted and pawed at the ground, uncertain, and uncomfortable with the sudden excitement.

Alistair was reluctant to leave Lola’s side, but did as he was told, but not without a scowl in Morty’s direction. He moved to Merlin, a little slower than he’d been previously, he didn’t want to startle him, or upset him even more, and took the reins. He led the horse to an old lamppost standing on the corner of the Town’s Square and secured the reins before walking hastily back, but not before looking around. They were outside, in full view of anyone passing by. It made him uncomfortable and he was soon asking, “should we move her?”

Morty contemplated that, hand on her chin. “I guess we could try. Lola, how d’ya feel? Want him to take you inside?” Neither could be sure how close or long her contractions were, or if there were any yet, it was best to let the mother-to-be decide, and Alistair remained beside her, ready for whatever was asked of him.

You can assume control of Morty from here on. +7 points

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POSTED: Tue Jul 15, 2014 4:38 pm

Light begins to pierce the distance.

Panic filled her quaking form as another painful wave rocked through her body. She moaned in tight breath agony, gripping the ground with her shaking hands until the spasm passed. Vaguely she was aware of the high pitched whiny, still bracing herself against the ground when hoofbeats caused her head to lift up to greet Alistair’s voice. My love, she whimpered, nodding her head in response to his words as he galloped away on his horse of night. Be fast… she whispered, face screwing up in a grimace when another blanket of pain covered her entire whole. Something’s not right… she tried to banish the thought, reasoning that childbirth was always painful, but that nagging dread kept returning with each agonizing attack. Something wasn’t right, it wasn’t supposed to be this hard, even if it was her first birth. No, this couldn’t be right.

A sigh of relief left her lips when Alistair had returned, Morty in tow. She gripped his hand tightly, shining eyes looking to his though her face was a mask of worry. It’s not right, she quickly whispered, glancing nervously to Morty when her mate stepped away to do the Medico’s bidding. Not right, she murmured again, gripping her friends forearms and looking at her with imploring eyes. Her friend’s voice of reassurance did little to thwart the evil thoughts swirling in her mind, but her head started to nod in response to the female’s question. Thinking that perhaps once inside and on a bed, the contractions wouldn’t be so bad.

Lola allowed both her mate and best friend to help her to quivering feet, eyes growing in amazement at the mess she’d left outside their house, but there wasn’t much that could be done about that. She rested a weary head against Alistair’s muscled arm, trying to muster a smile as the trio took a few cautious steps towards the apartment door, but as soon as her mate’s woodshop came into her peripheral, another contraction decided to rise up. She sucked in a breath before gasping, I can’t! They’d need to deliver the babies here.

Oh-kay deep breaths, Mort is here. Al, be a pal and bring her over here!The Medico instructed, quickly darting into the cool shade of the shop, flinging half projects off the workbench and table with a few frantic swipes of her arms. She blew what sawdust she could from the heavily marred surface and energetically beckoned for the Lune to place her friend upon the table. I’ve worked in cruder environments, she admitted with a chuckle before her attention returned to the moaning Lola and she began demonstrating how the Veleno should breathe. Slow in and out deary, inhale 1-2, exhale 1-2.

Ghost greens locked on Morty, the red haired siren’s grip on Alistair began to slacken as she focused on breathing and surviving another painful wave. We’ll need water and cloth--warm water if you have it, Morty explained to the father-to-be. That’s right hon, slow and steady, you squeeze Mort’s hand when you feel another contraction coming alright y'hear? Lola nodded, releasing a breath in one slow puff.

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POSTED: Tue Jul 29, 2014 12:57 pm

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“It will be,” he assured in response to her fearful whisper as he folded her hand upon itself and stepped quickly away to secure the black gelding to the lamppost. He didn’t want her to see the worry and uncertainty in his hazel eyes and it was for the better that Morty had asked him to attend to the horse. Merlin was steady but uneasy at the sight and scent of blood. He didn’t bolt and he didn’t buck, but he did snort and paw at the ground. At a time like this it made Alistair glad of his training. With the horse secure he returned to his mate and the medic.

Lola agreed to be moved, and he didn’t hesitate to lift her carefully up and head inside, even if they didn’t make it far. The knight didn’t have time to scowl at Morty as his tools were swept to the ground so his mate could take their place on the work benches. He laid her gently down, praying that she hadn’t felt the tremble in his fingers. He took her hand, looking to Morty and pricking his ears as she asked for blankets and warm water. His brow furrowed, “do we even have time for that?” He asked, it would take time for the water to heat, and he wasn’t sure how much they had. Regardless, he pressed his cool nose to Lola’s brow before slipping his hand out of hers as he headed up the stairs to fetch clean blankets. “I’ll see what I can do.” He said over his shoulder.

Just a few moments later his footsteps could be heard as he sped down the stairs, offering a couple folded blankets to Morty before bringing over a bucket of their drinking water to where Lola labored on the workbenches. The water was lukewarm, thanks to the midsummer heat, “here, it’s the best you’re going to get.” He murmured as he nudged the pail over to the medic and then dragged a chair over and sat, grabbing Lola’s other hand in his as he spoke softly, "I'm here, just, do what Morty says, love, you're going to be alright, I-I promise." Even he, the Lune of Casa di Cavalieri couldn't keep the shakiness out of his voice as he reassured his agonized mate, worried that his promise might not be one he could keep, though he fiercely hoped it was. He tucked a strand of her red hair back as he turned to Morty, “Is this normal?” He asked, forehead lined with concern as he glanced sideways at his mate. He could feel the weakness of her grip and her anguished cries caused his voice to rise in volume just so he could be heard over them.

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POSTED: Wed Jul 30, 2014 3:26 pm

Light begins to pierce the distance.

We’ll need ‘em! Morty shot back with agitation, her eyes fixed on Lola as the Veleno squirmed and moaned atop the workbench, but her retort seemed to be enough for Alistair to finally move away. She didn’t need two souls feeling helpless and worried in the shop, so giving the daddy-to-be a job was imperative, though water and cloth would certainly help with the birth. He wouldn’t be gone for long, but Morty took those few seconds to take her friend’s face in her hands, letting her know that everything was going to be alright and they’d get through this together. Lola frantically nodded back, grimacing then when another wave of pain erupted from her center. She bit back the cry that threatened to break free, releasing an agonized breath when her mate returned with the items he’d been able to procure from above.

The Veleno’s head lolled to the side, her eyes trying their best to hide the pain she was feeling when ghost greens met hazel and she squeezed his reassuring hand back. Another nod of understanding bobbed her head, but a second spasm came too soon, the contractions were getting much closer together now and more and more unbearable. Morty ignored the two, granting them a moment together before Lola started crying out, as she was already tearing up the blankets and cloth, and soaking them in the water.

Lola rasped in a breath before another uncomfortable groan mixed with a cry tore from her lips, Alistair’s question lost in the beastial sounds that filled her ears, but Morty heard him and only shook her head “no” side to side, but well out of Lola’s view. However, she put on the face and voice of courage, standing to her full height and gently resting her hands on the Veleno’s tented knees. It’s time to push, she announced, eyeing a small sliver of wood before making eye contact with Alistair. Give her that to bite down on, the Medico instructed, easing Lola’s legs further apart before picking up one of the soaking strips and wringing it out. Now push!

Tears of anguish streaked through the soft fur of her cheeks as she bit down and bore the pain. She grunted and whined, the space between her eyes becoming so wrinkled and screwed up as she gave it her all, grasping her mate’s hand as hard as she could until breath left her in a panting sigh. Al, she started to moan, scared eyes opening for a moment to glance quickly at him, the wood bit falling away, but Morty gripped her legs, ordering her to push again. You can’t stop now, keep going! Without the bit, Lola’s efforts went from struggled grunts to an all out scream that seemed to shake the house, this push delivering their first child that Morty quickly cleaned with the rag and held out for Alistair to keep warm.

Hold that one close against you, she’s not out of the woods yet. The Medico’s attention returned to the weakening Lola, pinching her none too gently to keep her lucid. A few more deary, and we’re done!

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POSTED: Fri Aug 01, 2014 12:01 pm

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Morty didn’t give him the answer he was hoping for and he looked away from Lola for a moment, to regain his composure. As he held her hand there was little more than the continued crease of his brow to evidence the fear and heaviness in his heart. He gave Morty an imploring look, “help them,” and snatched the piece of wood. He gave the room a quick look over to try to find something better than the rough block, but there wasn’t anything he could grab quickly. So, with a pained expression he eased it gently into her mouth and hoped it would help.

The sight of Lola’s tear-streaked cheeks invoked all his past trepidations. All his worries were being realized, and when she squeezed his hand he squeezed hers just as strongly back. She wasn’t alone. Alistair groaned as Lola gave his hand all she had and when she looked up at him he tried to appear reassuring. “I’m here. We can do this.” He said, breathless. The fingers of his other hand trembled as she screamed and he tried to keep himself calm. She’d never needed that from him for than now, and he owed it to her to try. He was determined to be her pillar of strength and show no fear, despite the terror that gripped him inside.

Lola’s efforts bore fruit and soon a warm bundle was being thrust into his free arm. Alistair barely had time to register what had happened, but once he had he blinked a couple times and looked down. It was so small, not much bigger than a handful, nestled into the crook of an elbow. It’s fur was roughly-reddish brown with minor hints of dark tan, undoubtedly darkened by it’s damp fur. It’s nose was a bright, unbelievable pink and it squealed little sounds out of a puckered mouth. He stared at the newborn pup, as if in a trance, barely registering Morty’s presence. “There’s -more?” He choked out, disbelieving, as the worry rose up again like bile in his throat. Lola’s grip on his other hand weakened, and he squeezed it in encouragement, feeling a sense of panic rise up in his gut.

“Lola, don’t give up...Loralei, please.” He urged her, desperately. “Look. Look at what we made.” He propped up the bundled pup for her to see, hoping it would inspire her to push, to keep fighting.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:41 pm

Light begins to pierce the distance.

Her ears perked amidst soaked waves of crimson, the sweat pouring from her bunched brows and seeping into her fanned out mane, but desperately those cupped sonars searched for the sounds of mewling, a crying babe in Alistair’s arms as she chanced a moment to glance over before her body demanded another push. What she saw stole what little breath she had managed to gasp in, the fine russet fur and a tickled pink nose causing her to whimper in both elation and exhaustion, but Morty’s strong grip brought her back to the reality she needed to face. There was another soul eager to greet the sun and this time she bore down without so much as a cry.

That’s it, keep pushing… strong fingers pried into the flesh by her knees until they fell away to guide the last newborn from her weary body. With one last agonising push, the small shoulders emerged and Morty only needed to give one gentle tug to free the creature from the spent womb. Lola’s legs collapsed in prayer, her panting breaths filling the shop as her eyes remained closed though a smile played on her lips. She waited desperately to hear this child’s cry, and once the Medico had purged the little body of membrane and mucus, it finally came.

A piteous squeal rent the air as Morty announced, it’s a boy! Lola’s eyes slowly fluttered open, she was beyond tired now, her lower half feeling ravaged and raw, but she managed prop herself up on weak elbows, tears pooling in her eyes when Morty walked forward with a bundle of spun silver in her arms. The children side by side, Lola reached out a shaking hand to caress their tiny searching faces, lips already yearning for milk. Alistair they’re… her voice faltered for a moment as tears began to fall, --beautiful. A wave of exhaustion plummeted once more, she withdrew the shaking hand to lay back again, content to stare from the workbench table.

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