heal the scars and change the stars

Lilin Soulstorm · 10-01-2012, 10:22 AM

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Sól. Sólieri. Golden and radiant, like the sun. A weary smile tugged at her lips then, demonstrating the extent of her approval with the name her mate had chosen. He wasn't fluent in the old tongue, but clearly he'd paid enough attention to her lessons if he could come up with such a beautiful name for their daughter. It was an effort well-placed and Lilin was impressed. The birth of her children had been free of complications thus far; aside from the last placenta that was yet to be expelled. Lilin had chewed, licked and eaten the first two placentas that had accompanied her sons. This one, however, took a little longer to emerge. She could sense the palpable anxiety in the room and one look at Saul told her that many things could still go wrong. And yet, in a moment of selflessness, she found comfort in the fact that her life had contributed to the growth of their family. It had not been in vain.

Had she had enough strength left in her, she would have tried shifting. Although she wasn't particularly fond of her four-legged form, something felt right about curling around her puppies. She grew still for a moment, concentrating on her still pulsating inner muscles. Trembling fingers reached behind her neck to untie her pareo, allowing the now-stained material to drop onto her lap. Her sons were lifted off the makeshift mattress and brought to her breasts, where they pushed and nudged each other until they each found their source of nutrition. Lilin wasn't the most knowledgeable when it came to giving birth but instincts told her to prioritize the eldest two for the time being. Sólieri was still tucked in her sire's arms, not raising too much of a fuss. The stimulation did wonders for her body, and the last placenta finally expelled from within her. With a sigh, she lowered herself onto the bed and let nature take its course.

She had no desire to consume the last placenta. In the heat of the moment, the Virding hadn't thought much about what she'd been doing - too intent on getting oxygen into their little bodies. Now that the adrenaline was ebbing away though, she felt no need to eat her daughter's afterbirth. Sólieri was healthy and that's what truly mattered. Reality was rushing back to her in steady doses and before long, the new mother wanted nothing more than to cleanse herself of the mess she'd made. Newly acquired responsibilities and sheer exhaustion kept her in place, where she would remain until all three of her children were fed and content. Then together they would sleep and recover from the longest night of their lives. ''Everything went well,'' she murmured finally, raising her chin to look up at Saul and their youngest child. All five of them would be alright.

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