10-13-2011, 07:26 PM
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Snowy white audits echoed his as they lay flat against her head as they stared at each other. So much had been said between them, none of it could be taken back and it was more than likely he would never know just how much what he had snarled had hurt her... popping out corpses. Those three words rung around her head like a mosquito's buzzing, unshakable and horrifying. The pale woman was the first to break the impromptu staring contest between them and look away towards the sea, her nose twitched and trembled as though she were about to cry. Her words were soft and quiet, tinged with the agony that was coming from her stomach,
"Yes. Thank you." Her breaths were shallow and quick, drawing in as little air as possible with each inhale so she didn't have to suffer through the expanding and contracting of her stomach. She turned her gaze downwards in confused fascination to watch the disturbing distortion of her stomach as the contractions rippled through her. Then new pain hurt her and she was suddenly blinking back the water that gathered in her eyes, she didn't want to cry, not in front of him, but it was almost too much for the coywolf to bear, it had not hurt this much the last two times so something must be wrong, what Gemma had no knowledge of was that the increasing amount of pain she felt was in fact an indicator that everything was fine, never before had children progressed to such a large state inside of her, and giving birth to half formed puppies was significantly less painful and stress causing on the body although being punched repeatedly in the stomach and face whilst it was happening did not improve anything.
Her cries became increasingly more incensed until she was screaming around the harsh shallow breaths, the urge to push bared down upon her and she followed nature's call. The blue of her eyes almost glowed with their torment, the pupils of black shrinking away to barely nothing. At last after what felt like hours of pushing at them pressure increased and then decreased twice in quick succession, despite her exhausted state she was quick to lean forwards and pick up the two tiny balls, cleaning them thoroughly with deft swiped of her tongue, sad and blood alike brushed away. She didn't spare a thought for Matteo or what he might think of such crude, and probably disgusting to him, methods. These were her young, she was not a silly maiden to be pampered over and preened about, she could take care of herself and her own on her own.
She quickly realised that the two pups were closer in size to the half formed children she had given birth to before than the size of normal puppies, no shocked cries came from their mouths or breath from their bodies which were only warm from heat absorbed inside of her, they were dead and had been for quite some time. Alive only to grow the shortest amount of fur on their tiny forms, one black as night and the other as pale as herself and the coydog beside her, a boy and a girl, like night and day. The troubled femme nuzzled the two empty of life forms and whispered to them under her breath, noticing at the same time as she breathed in that they smelt faintly of him, the one beside her, he was thier sire then,
"No child of mine shall pass unto the fade unnamed, they are all I can give you now. Blackest of nights like burnished basalt, Ebony Sawtooth, my daughter, you are loved. Gleaming of the whitest clouds like powdery chalk, Ivory Sawtooth, my son, you are loved as well." Her nose flared as she breathed in their individual scents deeply, she would forever remember them like she did the other eight that had already passed on. Only now did she look up from them to remember the pale man sat near her and held out the carcasses for him to see and take from her, to mourn the loss of his children, grief overwhelming her voice,
"Here, they are yours. Love them well Matteo Trovato for they will never see the light of day nor the dark of night." More pain spiked through her and the woman closed her eyes, her body was not done producing her children, more remained inside of her but whether they were dead or alive was a question she did not yet hold the answer to.
Snowy white audits echoed his as they lay flat against her head as they stared at each other. So much had been said between them, none of it could be taken back and it was more than likely he would never know just how much what he had snarled had hurt her... popping out corpses. Those three words rung around her head like a mosquito's buzzing, unshakable and horrifying. The pale woman was the first to break the impromptu staring contest between them and look away towards the sea, her nose twitched and trembled as though she were about to cry. Her words were soft and quiet, tinged with the agony that was coming from her stomach,
"Yes. Thank you." Her breaths were shallow and quick, drawing in as little air as possible with each inhale so she didn't have to suffer through the expanding and contracting of her stomach. She turned her gaze downwards in confused fascination to watch the disturbing distortion of her stomach as the contractions rippled through her. Then new pain hurt her and she was suddenly blinking back the water that gathered in her eyes, she didn't want to cry, not in front of him, but it was almost too much for the coywolf to bear, it had not hurt this much the last two times so something must be wrong, what Gemma had no knowledge of was that the increasing amount of pain she felt was in fact an indicator that everything was fine, never before had children progressed to such a large state inside of her, and giving birth to half formed puppies was significantly less painful and stress causing on the body although being punched repeatedly in the stomach and face whilst it was happening did not improve anything.
Her cries became increasingly more incensed until she was screaming around the harsh shallow breaths, the urge to push bared down upon her and she followed nature's call. The blue of her eyes almost glowed with their torment, the pupils of black shrinking away to barely nothing. At last after what felt like hours of pushing at them pressure increased and then decreased twice in quick succession, despite her exhausted state she was quick to lean forwards and pick up the two tiny balls, cleaning them thoroughly with deft swiped of her tongue, sad and blood alike brushed away. She didn't spare a thought for Matteo or what he might think of such crude, and probably disgusting to him, methods. These were her young, she was not a silly maiden to be pampered over and preened about, she could take care of herself and her own on her own.
She quickly realised that the two pups were closer in size to the half formed children she had given birth to before than the size of normal puppies, no shocked cries came from their mouths or breath from their bodies which were only warm from heat absorbed inside of her, they were dead and had been for quite some time. Alive only to grow the shortest amount of fur on their tiny forms, one black as night and the other as pale as herself and the coydog beside her, a boy and a girl, like night and day. The troubled femme nuzzled the two empty of life forms and whispered to them under her breath, noticing at the same time as she breathed in that they smelt faintly of him, the one beside her, he was thier sire then,
"No child of mine shall pass unto the fade unnamed, they are all I can give you now. Blackest of nights like burnished basalt, Ebony Sawtooth, my daughter, you are loved. Gleaming of the whitest clouds like powdery chalk, Ivory Sawtooth, my son, you are loved as well." Her nose flared as she breathed in their individual scents deeply, she would forever remember them like she did the other eight that had already passed on. Only now did she look up from them to remember the pale man sat near her and held out the carcasses for him to see and take from her, to mourn the loss of his children, grief overwhelming her voice,
"Here, they are yours. Love them well Matteo Trovato for they will never see the light of day nor the dark of night." More pain spiked through her and the woman closed her eyes, her body was not done producing her children, more remained inside of her but whether they were dead or alive was a question she did not yet hold the answer to.