We’ve Unlocked Pandora’s Box

[Alexey Koios]

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300+ Let me know if you want anything changed. :3 Had they met under different circumstances, Alexey would’ve been a little less suspicious. She too, was wary of those she did not know; especially when one of her leaders (and Dahlia’s only warrior) was unable to stand her ground. But she’d caught the exchanged glances between them, and the harder she looked, the more obvious it became. There was something about them, and it was pure. Love radiated from his every move. The Caregiver’s gaze softened gradually, until uncertainty was nothing but a distant feeling. Perhaps in due time, she would even find it in her to trust the male. It was the subtle change in Cwmfen’s behavior that brought her back to reality. Honey-hued eyes did not leave the birthing mother’s face. Inhales were observed meticulously. The Adonis’ breaths became sparse, quicker: pushing had become her top priority. Alexey had noticed similarities in Firefly’s behavior just before the Lilium's children had been granted the gift of life. At this point, Lexey couldn’t quite remember who'd come out first, Emwe or Conor. What she did remember was the inanimate form that came after them. The child’s body had been cold and distorted; a horrific sight Alexey would never forget. Cwmfen’s cry reverberated in the atmosphere, causing the Caregiver’s ears to flatten against her skull. She waited silently, a few seconds at most, evaluating both the mother and father to be. Understandably, the Adonis did not have time to care for her firstborn pup, seeing as there was another already on its way. And the coyote, in spite of all his good intentions, seemed rather clueless. The Koios girl left her leader’s side, repositioning herself where the puppy lay in a puddle of blood and birthing fluids. She hesitated briefly, unsure how Cwmfen would react to her sudden involvement. In order to breathe, the puppy had to be liberated from the amniotic sac. Lexey, who was quite inexperienced herself, did not know how long a puppy could remain in the translucent envelope without risking death. Hence why she did not wait any longer. Cautiously, without the use of her claws, she tore at the membrane and removed the child’s head from its confinement. Her hand reached for the male’s scarf (unfortunately for him, the nearest cloth she could find) and with it, she removed the majority of the amniotic fluid from the child’s face. “Oh Cwmfen, he’s beautiful.” she murmured, encouraging the mother to persevere.

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