heal the scars and change the stars

Lilin Soulstorm · 09-20-2012, 11:47 PM

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Together they had created life. An act she had deemed sinful and punishable by the Gods had rewarded them with a dark baby, alive and well. It was far from over though. As a mixture of pain and discomfort wracked her body once more, Lilin's mediterranean irises remained fixated on her son - so tiny, so vulnerable, and not particularly cute by any means. He was hairless and in no way did he resemble either of his parents. And yet she loved him. He was hers- she had suffered for him; she had relinquished her independence and kissed her beauty goodbye in order to carry him to term. ''Lund.'' The name was fitting. He'd been conceived under the watchful gaze of the Old Gods and he would serve them as she did. He would protect the Sacred Grove and see it for what it really was - a transcendental haven on earth. His future was already being carved out before him; doing so made the pain endurable. A small part of Lillith Stormbringer had come to life. The manner with which Lilin looked at her firstborn son was nearly identical to the way Lillith had once upon a time looked at her daughter. The Virding's gaze was full of hope, as if her children's very existence would somehow give her a second chance at life.

Thankfully enough, her body had a mind of its own. While she pushed and pushed some more, her mind was off gallivanting elsewhere; tuned out from reality until a familiar sense of relief brought her back to earth. Keeping track of time was near impossible - it was difficult to tell how long it had taken for the second puppy to arrive. This one was a little lighter in coloration, resembling more the pack's Godja than its parents. Her salmon tongue found his face with a little more confidence, determined to breathe life into her second son as she'd done with the first. A soft, nearly inaudible wheeze preluded his first breath. Lilin allowed herself to sever the cord connecting them, cleaning the rest of his little body with less haste, not feeling the immediate need to push. He was examined with a fervent intensity as she mentally went over her expanding repertoire of Norse names. ''What do you think of Rúni?'' she questioned softly, turning to meet Saul's emerald gaze. It was a derivative of Rún, a word meaning ''secret'' in the old tongue. Perhaps he'd even live up to his name with a matching personality.

A drowsy numbness hindered her senses for quite some time, tricking her into believing that the pain would dwindle down. ''I- I think it's over,'' she murmured hesitantly, catching her breath just in time before a series of unexpected contractions resurfaced, causing her to set Rúni down on the pelts next to her for warmth. She had spoken too quick. Her arms wrapped around her abdomen as she doubled over, her panting growing louder as a third puppy made its presence known. Before long, a third little form appeared between her trembling thighs. Anxiety rose like bile in her throat when she caught sight of the lighter puppy. She blinked once, twice - visibly panicked by the achromatic coloration. As she brought the girl closer to her maw though, she was comforted by the citrine hues that would no doubt darken with age. The Soulstorm heir assumed she'd inherited the lighter tones from the Dawnrunner blood coursing through Saul's veins and not from a health condition. Her tongue washed over her gingerly, cleaning her as she'd done with her two brothers before facing her mate once more, looking at him expectantly. His only daughter. Surely this would be daddy's little girl - he could have the honor of naming her.

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