12-27-2008, 01:07 AM
Firefly sat glaring at her round belly as the heavy snow came raining down from the heavens. She had grown to ignore the hold, her fluffy pelt doing well to keep most of the heat close to her skin when the winds weren't wrecking hell on the world. She bared her fangs to the truth for a second before rolling to her side and just laying there like a lump. The puppy bulge was getting bigger, a sign that the parasites still festered in her womb. Her hopes that they would have just died had failed her long ago as the cold hard truth had lay like a basketball between her ribcage and hips.
Life was just ironic now wasn't it.
First she's somehow deceived into believing that Haku actually wanted her by his side, (She still blamed the wine) as she accepted his wants to bind their souls as mates. She knew the ways of the man and yet she had agreed. Somewhere in her coy cunning little mind she must have thought there was sometihng that she would have got back out of the arrangement.. and yet nearly a moon later all she'd been left with was the sick sorry truth that another woman carried his bastard children before she'd even been made his mate and now she was pumped full of little miniature versions of the monster as well. There was no way his spawn was ever going to be some cute little innocent being with a heart of gold that dances in fields of sunshine and buttercups. She was royally screwed.
Just for good measures she growled once more at the one that squirmed inside of her, a little spark of hope that perhaps it was just worms.
Life was just ironic now wasn't it.
First she's somehow deceived into believing that Haku actually wanted her by his side, (She still blamed the wine) as she accepted his wants to bind their souls as mates. She knew the ways of the man and yet she had agreed. Somewhere in her coy cunning little mind she must have thought there was sometihng that she would have got back out of the arrangement.. and yet nearly a moon later all she'd been left with was the sick sorry truth that another woman carried his bastard children before she'd even been made his mate and now she was pumped full of little miniature versions of the monster as well. There was no way his spawn was ever going to be some cute little innocent being with a heart of gold that dances in fields of sunshine and buttercups. She was royally screwed.
Just for good measures she growled once more at the one that squirmed inside of her, a little spark of hope that perhaps it was just worms.