heal the scars and change the stars

Lilin Soulstorm · 09-17-2012, 12:55 PM

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(598) Here comes Lund!

The Soulstorm heir thought of her mother - how could she hope to raise children properly when necessary morals and virtues had been missing from her own upbringing? Her puppyhood had been every child's worst nightmare. Lilin was confident she'd chosen the right father for them, a perfect match; giving them a proper chance to live in blissful innocence should she ever succumb to a mental illness, as both of her parents had. She hoped they would be strong and full of ambitions, so that one day they would relieve the Virdings from their duties and carry on their family's legacy as Vinatta's bright future. She didn't know what hurt more- the contractions or the unknown. Would they be as healthy as her sister's daughters? The mother-to-be did not think she would forgive herself if their chance at a normal life was stripped from them based on genetics alone. All of the pain she'd endured until now would have been in vain.

Pain came and went- she found temporary solace in between contractions and she could only thank the Gods for their mercy. Lilin did her very best to ride out the waves in moderate silence, clenching her teeth and curling up even tighter. This was not how one delivered puppies, but the huddled position allowed her to cope with the convulsions a little better - or so she thought. In the distance, she thought she'd heard the faint thundering sounds of a late summer storm. Was this a sign from Thor himself or her subconscious desperately seeking his presence? Pressing her face into the fresh linen, inhaling the smell of pine trees clinging to the material, Lilin inhaled shakily before exhaling with a defeated whine as another cramp tore through her body. ''Saul,'' she murmured amidst desperate sniffles, making her seem much younger than she actually was. She had her back to him, but she'd heard the door open behind her. There were so many things she wanted to tell him but they were running out of time. ''You're their father,'' she warned, her voice strained and quivering. ''Not my midwife.''

She hoped he would know his place and not overstep any boundaries. Her mother and her grandmother had done it without help, and so had her ancestors before that. The Virding was about to say more but her jaw clamped shut when a stronger cramp caused her body to re-align in a position that would facilitate the passage of her firstborn. ''Oh Gods,'' she gasped in between breaths, gripping Saul's arm with uncharacteristic strength. It felt good to redirect her pain and in a twisted way, she wanted him to feel just a fraction of what she was feeling. Her muscles contracted and pushed for what seemed like an eternity, until she finally felt release. She did not dare look, not immediately. Fear paralyzed her momentarily but she vaguely remembered what Colibri had done to stimulate the breathing. With trembling arms, she propped herself up into a sitting position from where she could pick up the child and perforate the membrane - gingerly licking its tiny face until she saw the puppy gasp for air.

Her lower lip quivered uncontrollably as she performed the actions required of her, only daring to look for Saul's approval once the cord had been gnawed off. Irises of mediterranean blue threatened to liquify and spill wild and uncontainable tears. Her anguished repose lasted only minutes before her labor picked up once more, and she relinquished her hold on her firstborn - allowing her mate to get up close and personal with his youngest.

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