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- Sky Rhiannon - 01-18-2012 [html]
[/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 01-19-2012 In the course of a day the male had gone to the garden to check the winter plants. He had gone to the stables for some furs and some grain and hay for Casper. He had stopped by Esther's to check on the elderly matron, who had ignored him, muttering something about caves and shadows. While he was at Esther's, a small calico female had attached herself to his ankles, rubbing against him and purring. He had tried to disengage the little fluff ball, but she refused to free him from her rapt affection. He had looked to Ester for help, but she had only cackled in her inane way, nodding and muttering to herself. He had reluctantly returned to his home, where his pregnant mate was... Yelling. She was yelling for him. Suddenly afraid for his love, he darted into the house, where she was laying on the couch, Fella crouched over her protectively. The calico was hot on his heels, yowling as the door shut on her tail. He paused a moment to open the door a crack so the cat could scoot free, then scurried to his mate's side. The amber glare of the larger feline only deterred him for a moment before he was gazing at his mate with fear and concern in his eyes. "What is it, Sky?" A sudden realization hit him. "The puppies..." His voice was a breathless whisper full of wonder. His pups were going to be born. He looked down at her, taking her hands quickly, squeezing them gently. For a moment, he wished his mother was there, just incase something went wrong. Anything could happen. A pup could be breech, Sky could tear and loose too much blood, a cord could be wrapped around a pup's neck. No wonder first time fathers were nervous wrecks. Hell, he was a medic, and he was nervous as a first time father. And this was the second litter of his to be born, and the third he'd actively delivered. He took a deep breath as if he were going underwater. Sky would need him to be strong now. All thoughts of the herbal salve he was going to make for Esther flew out of his mind. His concern and worry about the pack vanished. All that existed for him, in his world, was his mate and himself. Even the calico pawing at his leg didn't register to the snow hued scholar. "Do you want willow bark, Sky? Or do you want to wait?" A hand was already on her distended belly, feeling the contractions, feeling that the pups were in the right position to deliver. His anxiety was ebbing and flowing like the tide. One moment he was anxious, a mess of nerves and worry, the next he was cool and collected as a healer should be. ((WC:474)) - Sky Rhiannon - 01-19-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 01-20-2012 She denied his offer, and his faced warmed as she spoke about it effecting the milk. He should have known better, he remembered reading it somewhere. His mother had always suggested it, though, so it had come from his without conscious thought. She gave him a list, and he kissed her hand before hurrying. He fumbled the blanket, but caught it quickly. His hands were shaking. Maybe his nerves were because it was Sky, not Skye, not Kira, not his own mother, but his mate, his love. He piled the towels on top of the blanket, hooking his pack with his foot on his return to his laboring mate. He had a few canteens of water in there that he kept for emergencies. He took a deep breath as though going underwater, kneeling at her side. He lifted her bottom, laying a few of the towels under her. He wasn't worried about staining the couch, it wasn't as if others hadn't stained it before. It would just make for easier clean up. The fluffier towels he laid at her side, to dry the pups. The blankets he let lay for the moment. He cast a glance at her, then quickly pulled the canteens out of his pack. A sliver of green caught his attention , and he pulled out the pendant, and swiftly pushed it over her head. "That is a stone that aids in birthing. I gave one similar to Skye when she had her pups." He had taken her hands again. He was certain the time for the actual birthing would be soon from the way her body was tensing, the expressions on her face. He didn't even notice as the calico leapt up into the rocker, kneading the cushion, her gaze on the larger feline. He was too busy stroking Sky's face and murmuring to her softly as one would a pup, soft Irish words learned from the countless times he'd heard his mother whisper them to him. His luck, she would be one of the mothers who shoves their mate away, snarling about being in her face. The bigger cat had hissed at her, but she was unruffled. Her emerald gaze was unhurried as she continued kneading the fluffy cushion. She glanced at him, yawning widely, then sat, as regal looking as the queen of Sheba. She turned her gaze away from him, wrapping her fluffy tail around her dainty paws. She had taken a shine to the male she had followed, and she intended to stay where she was, regardless of the reactions of any other animals in the house. She glanced at him, yawning again just to prove he didn't intimidate her, her emerald eyes closing slowly, then opening just slightly. A noise from the female in the room made her jump, her head turning towards her, green eyes wide. ((WC: 476)) - Sky Rhiannon - 01-21-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 01-21-2012 ((Looks great, except the eyes are backwards. *ducks playfully* Don't hurt me! ILU The eyes are like in Tal's aav.)) He watched as her body tightened, his eyes lingering on her face. The tension in her frame had him looking down just in time to see the first pup come out. He was going to reach for it as she pulled the pup to her, toweling it off and severing the umbilical cord. He sat back on his heels, knowing that the natural instinct of a mother was to protect the young, and not wanting to incur his mate's wrath. A joyful feeling infused him with warmth. He was a father. As she held out their son to him, he took the tiny pup with a feeling of wonder. He gazed down at the little one, his eyes soft and warm. At her words, he looked to her. He watched his mate's face, then looked down at the tiny pup that could easily fit in the palm of his hand, even though he held it close to him, close to his heart. The pup whimpered and whined, but snuggled close to him. None of Kira's pups had so closely resembled him. After a moment of thought, he spoke. "Myrddin. Myrddin dir Rhiannon. It's a welsh name... mom used to tell me stories about him. The english name of Myrddin was Merlin. A brilliant man, a prophet and a healer." He stroked his son's head with a finger, a gentle smile on his face. After a moment more, he handed Myrddin back to Sky. He was reluctant, but knew she might want to nurse before the contractions became intense again. At least, some women did. He wasn’t quite sure if it was different birthing in optime as compared to lupus. His mother had told him once it was more painful to birth in optime. He was thankful he didn’t have to deal with giving birth himself, it looked painful and unpleasant. He lifted a canteen and offered it to his mate. ”Want a drink love? I’m sure the panting dried your mouth out.” He glanced again at Myrddin, feeling a sense of pride. He actually understood why his mother had always seemed to favor him. He was her twin in all but age and gender, and now he had his own pup who resembled him in much. He wondered if Myrddin would have his eyes, if he would share in the pride Tal had for his linage, the pride of his name. He wondered if his son would share his love of herbs, or if he would feel like Liam had, that growing and learning about plants of any kind was just a waste of time, stupid tree hugging crap. For a moment, Tal felt a pang of sorrow for the son he’d lost, for the daughter who’d been killed. For a moment he thought he felt Tameri nose his hand. He even glanced down to see if she was there. Of course, she wasn’t. Still, it was as if Tameri was watching them, watching the new pups being born, asking questions and learning about everything she could. He missed them. Well, with Liam he missed the young boy he’d once been, a chunky little puppy with a voracious appetite and a natural aptitude for learning. He couldn’t help but to wonder where he’d gone wrong with Liam, what he had done so badly that had irrevocably damaged the boy’s psyche. Today wasn’t the day to worry about it, though. Today was a day to celebrate, not to mourn. ((578)) - Sky Rhiannon - 01-22-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 01-23-2012 ((Much better. LOL)) He watched as she held Myrddin, his eyes soft. As she spoke, he laughed softly. "Mother always said so, too. That having pups was the hardest and the best thing for her to do." His heart still as her face convulsed in pain. He slipped the protesting pup from her nipple, laying him in the blanket at his side. He spoke to his mate reassuringly as she pushed. He could smell the blood seeping from her body, his heart freezing in worry. His mother had told him that each of her births accompanied by lots of blood usually ended in at least one still born pup. He was scared ofr Sky and himself, how would they cope with the loss of pups? Happily, the excessive blood and pain of his mate only signaled two close births. Two pups tumbled out on top of each other. Tal watched as his mate sagged back after her cry of relief, and quickly took charge of severing the birth cords and cleaning their fur. He looked at each tiny pup in awe. They were so perfect, and yet so very small, smaller even than Myrddin. One boy and one girl. He looked to his mate, who seemed as if she had shrank after giving birth. In a way, she actually had. After all, every woman looses weight once she gives birth. He continued cleaning the two pups, then held them out to Sky. "A girl and another boy, my love. Do you feel okay enough to hold them so I can begin cleaning up?" He wanted to suggest that she shift down, at least to secui. Yes it would take strength, but she would be able to nurse all three at the same time. And yet, he didn't want to offend her, so he stayed quiet while he waited for her answer. As he waited, he stroked the two newer pups heads, then lifted little Myrddin into his arms as well. He was a father of three (again.) But these three he would protect better. He nuzzled each of the three gently. "Welcome into the world, little ones. May Rhiannon's light always shine on you and her strength protect you." The words were softly whispered in Irish, a birthing prayer taught to him by his mother. He hadn't done it for Skye's pups, since he didn't know if she believed in his goddess or not. But these were his pups, and he wanted to bring them up right, with the help of his mate. ((WC: 420)) - Sky Rhiannon - 02-12-2012 [html] [/html] |