someday the dream will end

Colibri Haki · 09-10-2012, 04:21 PM

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She is four days from her due date, heheh. x3

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How much longer could she hold out like this? Coli grimaced, staring unhappily at her newfound girth. She had not been able to see her feet in what felt like seasons now, but her aching ankles reminded her they did still exist somewhere down there. She hadn't ventured to see Saul for another checkup like she'd promised him, and part of it was the shame she couldn't quite own up to -- Saul needed to focus on Lilin and their own upcoming litter, not worry over Coli's bastards. She had no idea how many were inside of her, but she felt so heavy and wide compared to her usual slight self, and lately she could feel them kick and squirm about as they readied themselves for the world outside. She didn't want to meet them yet.

She wasn't ready, and she never would be. It was terrifying to think that she would be a mother any day now. She was going to be terrible at it. Her reunion with Deuce had relieved some of her anxiety, but now the woman was gone, off with her real family again leaving Coli alone. What was she supposed to do with herself these last few days, to distract her from the dread she felt? Lilin had been a great comfort throughout the whole ordeal, but the two sisters also needed time alone to prepare for the inevitable. It was a shame Ezra had left, Coli was really starting to trust him. It was so rare for her to befriend a male, too.

The one thing she had to look forward to was losing the giant awkward belly that made it so difficult to perform her daily rituals. She was kneeling in the communal garden, struggling to balance her clumsy weight as she pulled weeds. The summer heat was fading, and it was no longer necessary for her to carry lake water to the plants, as had been her routine all season. Now she needed to prepare for a chance of frost, which could crop up without much warning in their northern clime. Mulch, or perhaps a canvas tarp, to shield their precious herbs and wildflowers from the chill, keep them safe until spring...

Cream-furred fingers grasped at the base of a stray dandelion, tugging it until it abruptly came loose from the soil it clung to. Coli made a small noise of surprise, lurching backwards as she overbalanced. She fell back onto her haunches, sitting with a bump as her breath escaped in a hiss. Her palms pressed against the dirt, righting herself with a scowl and tossing the offending dandelion over her shoulder. It was ridiculous to try and work like this, but she hated sitting around in her empty home even more. As ungainly and slow as she was, it was better than lazing about and being a burden to her packmates. Her bobtail twitched in annoyance, and she stubbornly grasped another weed, pulling at it with a vigorous growl for emphasis. She was not useless.

Image courtesy of mackenzei-stock@deviantART! Table by Haley!

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