07-04-2011, 09:43 AM
Something was very, very wrong. It had been getting worse for the past two weeks, that much was evident. She hadnt said anything at first, instead throwing herself towards books of medical advice. And the warrior male had become more and more anxious. She was wasting away, her appetite vanished despite his insistance that she eat. It was no good shouting at her- it was painfully obvious that she was ill. He'd continued with the preparations for the birth anyway, but it was with a sad and heavy heart that he knocked the last nail into place. It felt more like a coffin than a birthing pen. He didnt know what was going to happen, he was neither psychic or supernatural. It was a gut feeling that told him Demi was going to die soon. Either her or the children she carried. When she'd banished him from their room the male had protested heavily, but there was nothing else he could do but obey her commands. Feeling so helpless and afraid were things the black male was certainly not used to. He'd thrown himself into manual work, moving around the half finished stables and paddocks that were now in Matteo's care instead of his good friend Liev's. In a few short days the black male had finished up the paddock fencing, releasing the large herd of sheep that had been roaming the mountainside with little care for their own safety. The horses were still cooped up down in the dark- horses were a hot commodity these days it seemed. But he'd finished the large block of stables early that very same day. He found the manual labour good for switching off.
Hot from the work outside the dark male sought to cool interior of the howling caverns. It was then that a piercing scream echoed in the tunnels. His stomach leapt through his mouth to perhaps hit the floor, the fear moving him so deeply he was frozen for just a second. And then he took off, shifting to his rarely used lupus form to navigate the common room he had to pass through to get to her. He burst through the door as she called for him and he skidded to a halt beside her head. She looked so sick, so lifeless. He sat, white gloved hands stroking her face softly as he tried to pull her closer. As he tried to move her, her back end came into veiw and the four lifeless bundles covered in fluid on the floor. His stomach lurched once more, but he was lost for words. In the privacy of his own home, tears spilled over sparkling blue eyes as he looked from his mate to his dead children, unable to speak.
Hot from the work outside the dark male sought to cool interior of the howling caverns. It was then that a piercing scream echoed in the tunnels. His stomach leapt through his mouth to perhaps hit the floor, the fear moving him so deeply he was frozen for just a second. And then he took off, shifting to his rarely used lupus form to navigate the common room he had to pass through to get to her. He burst through the door as she called for him and he skidded to a halt beside her head. She looked so sick, so lifeless. He sat, white gloved hands stroking her face softly as he tried to pull her closer. As he tried to move her, her back end came into veiw and the four lifeless bundles covered in fluid on the floor. His stomach lurched once more, but he was lost for words. In the privacy of his own home, tears spilled over sparkling blue eyes as he looked from his mate to his dead children, unable to speak.