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- Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-12-2012 [html]
[html] WC: 407 OOC: Dated for August 15. Going to put a Mature up just in case, better safe than sorry!!! Though Eclipse was no longer under the weather, she felt a little off today, but in all ways she felt fine, she was getting use to the idea that she was going to become a mother and that she had others in the pack who were willing to help her. This was what brought her mood up. She was showing enough now that there was no question that she was pregnant, and her scent gave it all off too, even more than when Hotaru told her she was pregnant. She sat outside continuing the book she had been reading for some time. She was nearly done with it. One hand rested on her belly and the other held the book propped enough for her to read it. She was chewing on the last of her meal she just ate, the plate being on the side of the porch, empty of all but the grease. She was satisfied and happy, though slightly dazed at the odd feeling she was getting, but she couldn’t think of what could be wrong. It was a nice sunny day, she wasn’t throwing up and she was not nauseous at all. She kept shrugging it off in her mind though as she was getting close to a good part in the play of Othello. It was so strange how humans treated one another, she thought as she read her eyes moving back and forth on the book, trying to take everything in once. She couldn’t she had to read the lines a few times to understand and reorder what they said to make any sense what so ever. Why did they have to speak like that? She thought, did they always have to speak different types of english? She lifted a hand and rubbed at her muzzle to get any bits of grease off now that she was done. It had been a tasteful meal. She caught it well enough... or the Arrow she shot did. Her pregnancy had not hindered her hunting too much, she just had to remember she had a bigger belly than she was used to, and she did tire out far more than normal, but the rabbit was close to her newly planted garden and she wasn’t going to have it rip it up. Colibri had given her the plants and she would defend them with her life. Now she was finished with the tasteful intruder. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 08-12-2012 [html] (314)[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-12-2012 [html] WC: 342 OOC: She glanced up over her book as Robert called to her and she gave him a bright smile. He had been visiting her a every few days and she enjoyed his company, it wasn’t that she wasn’t getting any. She did have a visit from Noah and a few others but she was just happy to see Robert the most. She recently accepted she was never going to get rid of him and he would never get rid of her and she would make the most of it. She was letting her own guard down around him, though it was probably a bad idea deep down, she felt it was important in their relationship, and that her inability to let anyone in her heart was more a hindrance, and she would start trying to really let others in starting with him. Or maybe just him. She grinned as he came up to the porch and took a look at her book and she couldn’t help but laugh and hit at him lightly with the flat side of it; “You know I have only... like three books in my home. This one’s pretty good when you can get around the heavy words it uses.” She said, marking it and closing the book up. She set it next to her plate on the railing of the porch and looked at him; “So my friend, here for a visit,...” Then she felt the need to get up and walk and she stood; “Or would you like to escort me for a walk?” She said. Her slightly devilish smile told him she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She wasn’t waddling like a duck yet... well that’s how it was referred to and she didn’t think she’d ever waddle, but it was just a good excuse to get away from the house. She wouldn’t make him actually escort her, but she wouldn’t mind an excuse to be close to him though she’d keep that little bit to herself. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 08-12-2012 [html] (305)[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-12-2012 [html] WC: 350 OOC: cyute!! She gave a satisfied noise as she heard the light ‘thump’ of the book as it hit home and could only roll her eyes at his automatic reaction. Then his answer made her laugh a little; “Oh I am sure my library will grow someday, I just have to make due with what I have.” She countered back. She was in no way embarrassed for being able to read and knew that it was something special as not every wolf had the ability too. Even writing was something she would cherish. She already had a few of her recipes down in some old papers, and if they weren’t there then she would never remember her mistakes and she would then make them again. She rose her eyebrows as he moved back, though said nothing and at the mention of going for a walk he held out his arms and spoke the absurd language of the book she read and she couldn’t help but snort out a bit of laughter, after all it seemed he was having a hard time keeping a straight face himself. So knowing exactly what to do she grabbed his arm into hers, she’d learned long ago being so close made him nervous at times, and pulled him up so that their arms linked and spoke; “Oh I thought a stroll in the woods would do my good sir.” Her imitation was just as bad but no less funny in the way it sounded coming out of her mouth. It was probably a good thing she took his arm then because she felt slightly light headed from getting up though she didn’t sway, she knew she would have if she hadn’t taken his arm. She wanted to make sure that he didn’t see that or he would insist on her laying down in her bed and staying there for the day, which was not something she wanted to do at all. She began the lead so that they could at least get started. She did have a good place in mind. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 08-12-2012 [html] (331)[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-12-2012 [html] WC: 361 OOC: Uh ooooh She tried to hide the snort of laughter that came forth, but only made it worse my making an actual snorting sound; “If you say so oh keeper of the books.” She said. Yes she would let him continue to win the ‘I have the most books’ thing. She was not worried with that after all he had to have his ego checked every once in awhile. He wouldn’t want to visit her if she didn’t let that happen. As usual she felt him stiffen slightly at her sudden motion and she gave a sly grin; “Anywhere indeed,” She said and moved out past the town and into the forest. She felt a little heavy in her hips, and she was slower and not as agile, but she still felt a good romp into the forest was what she needed and of course he could read her nearly like a book, but not always. “Ohhh I did want to take a walk, but yes we have a destination.” She said. That was when she felt a slight pang, and she only stopped for a second, but it was gone in seconds. She hoped he didn’t see her falter, she wasn’t worried, she had them every once in a while and then she would feel the little flutters. Though if she paid attention this time the lack of the motion in her abdomen would make her fearful, but she was far too interested in looking up at the terrace, where she’d found with a tiger a month or so ago. She was going to keep the location a secret until they got there, and it wasn’t long before she was at her destination. The trees did not clear but the ramps and the bridges were the first things to see. She could see a ramp that whirled up one of the trees close by and a ladder on a nother, and then netting. The netting itself was frayed and not so useful now, but she did wonder what it was used for; “You know what this place is?” She asked curiously. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 08-12-2012 [html] (401) THE SUSPENSE[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-12-2012 [html] WC: 343 OOC: She rose her eyebrows at his comment. She couldn’t say she was THE master, but she knew she was darn good, and the thought of that roasted rabbit came into her mind and she smiled and shrugged in a vain manner. Though she deeply knew she needed much improvement before she could be the best. The instance passed and she was waiting for him to ask her but it seemed he noticed but wasn’t going to ask. She would have lied of course saying a puppy kicked. Which she knew wasn’t it. Though as she thought of that, she tried to feel for any movement, but none came, and she figured they were sleeping as she was learning they did even in the womb. They slept at the wrong times and were awake at the worst she thought. When they arrived he told her what the place was and who resided her, and it dawned on her why there were ramps and nets, it was good there were those ramps she didn’t think she had the energy to try the ladders. “There was a leader before Skye? I thought she was always the leader. Come on lets go explore!” She said, her eyes twinkling with adventure as she headed up the first ramp. It led up to the tallest of the buildings, the door was rather high and she wondered what kind of monster this man had been. She opened the door after letting Robert go, she needed his support to get up the ramp. She looked around in the dusty cobwebbed room, it was full of everything one could think of, pelts, wooden furniture, even a wolf sized item... a mannequin, she remembered, it looked finished too, and wondered what he was going to do with it; “Wow, I would make a correct assumption he’s not here anymore. Why didn’t he take his stuff, there’s so much here, like these knives and this stuff, I saw Hotaru using it.” She said pointing at woodcarvers utensils. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 08-12-2012 [html] (391) I can't take it anymore. ; ;[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-12-2012 [html] WC: 321 OOC: SADDDDDDDD He was a good guy to try and help her even if she was so pushy and mentally she figured she would pay him back and soon. For now though the adventure of exploring the place was on her mind and the home that they discovered to be the old leaders was fascinating to her in a way, she was no wood carver nor was she remotely good at anything but skinning and sometimes tanning an animal, but the furs we soft. She didn’t acknowledge the man as he spoke of asking his mother; for the pain was back and it was sharp, she’d stumbled lightly as the man’s back was turned to her and she breathed deeply, but this time the pain stayed as a dull throb. She closed her eyes as she moved towards the pelts. She was able to focus once it came to a dull cramp, and she stopped and felt a trickle on her legs, and almost panicked thinking she peed herself. Her hands went to her thighs and came up with not urine for it didn’t smell like that but it was mixed in with red. “R-rob...” She said, a little fear in her voice. She had a horrible suspicion what it was and what was happening now. The pain grew again and she crouched over, leaning on the pelted wall and kneeled, cringing at the contraction; “S-somethng’s wrong.” She panted when the contraction was finally over, her fearful eyes turned to him. Her voice was filled with utter fear, nothing like her sad self pity at all, it was the fear she was losing something that was now dear to her. Her hands were shaking now at the thought of losing the puppies she, at first, didn’t want, but now that she got the idea... she didn’t want to lose these puppie. She never wanted them to die. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 08-12-2012 [html] (383) I CAN'T ; ;[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-13-2012 [html] WC: 309 OOC: saaadddd Fear lanced through the girl as another contraction paralyzed her. She was afraid and didn’t know what was happening, but she knew it was bad. Her water had broke and there was something wrong with her puppies. She could see the worry in his eyes as soon as Robert came to her, to see what was wrong. She tried to be in Roberts eyes and just the thought made her cringe. She was sitting now, and breathing hard. She gripped his hand hard when he said he had to go for Taliesin, though reassured she didn’t want to let him go, she had just started to accept her children and as quick as possible they were all going to die or already were. It was inevitable. Her mind knew it and now her body did to. She heard him as the wave of pain receded. Calling for the healer, and she knew it was too late, and what hope she had dwindled as she saw the brown man’s look, and worry in his voice. She shook her head; “Robert, it’s too early they aren’t going to make it.” She said, a lump in her throat. Then another wave of pain and she did what her instincts told her, that she needed to stay where she was or risk herself getting hurt as well, she lay down against the wall and looked at Robert, fear in her eyes. She was fearful for her unborn, and not her feelings or the future this time, and the fear felt far more real than anything else; “Please Rob, please don’t leave me too.” She said, the pain cutting in through every word as she tried talking through her contraction. One hand was grasping a knee, the other holding onto Robert, any part of him she could grab. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 08-14-2012 [html] (338) go on without me[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-14-2012 [html] WC: OOC: The words that Robert gave her weren’t as reassuring as he hoped, she knew better than that, he was just giving her false hope. She wouldn’t blame him though after all this. He was doing his best to keep her calm. His promise though, that she believed. In her life of being untrustful towards someone and any wishful thinking on love. she truly hoped this was something true and honest. She clung to those words. Another wave came over here and she tightened her grip, almost becoming a death hold as instinct worked its wonders and she pushed. It hurt, but not as much as she thought as the first of the pink hairless things came out, far too early and far too still. She was left panting after a few seconds and saw the infant puppy... no... it was never even alive... tears ran out of her eyes as she let go of Roberts’ hand and moved to pick up the bloody wet pink thing and held it close to her, her body heaving with tears. It was so tiny. three of this little puppy could fit her hand... there was no fur, and it could not breath. She sniffed and nuzzled the lifeless form. This was far different than burying the twin colt that Grace had when it was stillborn. She shuddered and leanded onto Robert, feeling another wave coming on and trying to hold it, she didn’t want another form to come out, she didn’t want the saddness to grow, but it was just a normal contraction. “M-m... my poor puppy...” .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-14-2012 The cry had come, jolting him from a contemplation of the forested area he was debating on clearing for a green house. He jerked to standing, his free hand reaching for the strap over his shoulder. He had his herbs with him. Good. He wouldn't need to run to his house. He let out a short howl, letting the caller know he was on his way. His strides were long as he raced to where the cry had come from. He hesitated only a moment before racing up the ramp, realizing where the desperate howl had come from. He wasn't entirely sure who's voice it had been, but he knew it had been an urgent call for him. As he arrived, he heard a voice, Eclipse's voice. "M-m... my poor puppy..." When was the last time he'd seen Eclipse? When he'd tended her foot. He'd seen her at a distance too, but that was just about all. He stepped into the doorway,faintly registering the distantly familiar tang of the warrior who'd once lived here, before Liam had ruined everything. More immediate though, was the heavy stench of blood. He caught his breath, his mismatched eyes taking in the scene, the small form in her cupped hands, the desperate look on the male's face. Robert. Skye's son. "Tell me what happened. Is she still having contractions?" He was already crossing to her side as he asked Robert the questions. - Robert Frost Collins - 08-17-2012 [html] (339) this thread is gonna kill me[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 08-18-2012 [html] WC: 240 OOC: Why am I using a happy table for something so sad? Roberts presence was what kept Eclipse sane, kept her from hurting herself so she wouldn’t have to experience what was going to come next. He moved around her as she cried and she leaned on him. The comfort he gave her, it was soothing in its own way. She sobbed over and over again hating herself for each moment. Another contraction, harder than the preceding one. It hurt terrible and she held the lifeless pup in one arm and squeezed at Robert barely aware of Taliesin as he came in, but she looked over at him with pleading eyes. “P-please... make it stop, make them ok. I can’t... I can’t take it!” She whined after the contraction finished dying down. It was a matter of time before another lifeless child would be born and she knew it. She knew it would not be the last either and felt her own puppies were giving her a slow and painful death because she was not able to protect them. She didn’t know why this was happening. What blood came out was a normal birthing blood but she didn’t know that, she didn’t know she was having them early because something went wrong in the womb and she didn’t know it wasn’t her fault.... she was blaming herself for all that was happening around her. It was all her fault that the puppies would never see, hear, nor live. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-21-2012 ((Let me know if you want the PP changed. Also, let me now how many there are. LOL I laugh, but this thread makes me sad.)) Tal spared a pity filled look for the young male. It seemed to tell the boy to stay strong, to keep it together for Eclipse. A tincture of goldenrod would help to staunch the blood, but he wanted to ease her pain first. He dug into his pack, pulling out a small vial. Poppy seeds. He separated out two, thought a moment, and added a third. "Open your mouth Eclipse. Poppy seeds, like when I worked on your foot." She parted her lips, and he slipped them in, watching her swallow. "I need to touch your belly, to determine if I can how many may be in there. I'd like to get you to my place, but in your condition, its not possible, so I may need to call my boy to run back and get other herbs to help." He began palpitating her belly as gently as he could, hoping he could tell how many were in there. It was hard to tell for the male, as he hadn't had reason to do this often. He chewed on his bottom lip as he could feel another contraction run through her. He wasn't sure how many there were, and he found himself muttering about cohosh as he gauged the strength of the contraction by the tightening of her belly. He bit his lip and fell silent, weighing his options. - Robert Frost Collins - 08-25-2012 [html] (439)[/html] |