01-23-2012, 11:13 PM
((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))
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))