01-21-2012, 10:10 PM
((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.
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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.
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