good luck has it's storms
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Word Count :: 300 Set the 11th, late at night.


It was late. Tenish going by Io's golden pocketwatch. Leon was out hunting for dinner. Analisewas tasked with preparing the dinner under the instruction of the coydog herself. Everyone was under the illusion that they still had a few more days, in fact, the words were uttered by the Spaniard that morning when hunting for dinner was first brought up, 'I'm sure you'll be fine while I'm out' he had said. Io didn't have the heart to inform him that sharp pans had already made themselves evident. Instead she agreed with a soft smile. There was no denying that today, or indeed possibly in the early hours of the morning the family would grow. And by a large number Io assumed, she had always produced large litters, but few survivours...


With the food brewing not far away, in the kitchen, she had tried to keep her occasional grimaces to herself, hide them from Aeron, at least until the other's got back. But now the pain enough to break the silence, as Io let out a whine. Analise entered 'Foods nearly done' she announced tiredly as she leant against the door frame staring down at her pseudo mother. She noted her discomfort with a surprised frown. 'Io' she said as she knelt to the ground, comforting the woman. The coydog nuzzled the larger girl fiercly, 'Go and get your father' she requested, attempting to stand against the girl. 'Okay' Analise said, smiling and bubbling subtly with excitment and what Io also assumed was nerves. 'But you've gotta promise me you'll take it easy til I get back, 'kay? Go and lie down' she order kissing her head and standing, letting the coydog waddle off, 'Fine, but do not get lost in the storm' Io replied. 'And don't go popping out any puppies either' she added as she rushed to find Leon.


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The young girl charged away from her adoptive mother, leaving her to her fate as she rushed out to find the man she called father. For all the excitement bubbling up within her fear was also a major factor, fear that the same thing that had happened to her birth mother would happen here again, that maybe it was her fault and that she was cured, she should stay away and let Io give birth in peace.. yes that was what she would do, leave them in peace. She reached the porch and shot off into the true wilderness, the trees loomed above her and the dark clouds that boiled in the clouds gave her strength. She followed his scent trail until it became lost in the other myriad of smells so the woman threw back her head and howled.

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The hunter was pleased with the catch he had procured. The small family of rabbits would help feed his soon to be growing family. The man regrettably had to kill them all after he had realized that the adults he had trapped had youngsters to take care of. He learned this as a small pup had wandered out of the burrow drawn by the cries of its parents. The man had immediately pounced upon the child and killed it instantly before checking to see if there were any more, there weren't as far as he could tell. The twist of wire he had used to ambush the adults was gathered back up and tied neatly to a loop from his belt. A short rope was unknotted off and he tied the rabbits together into a brace by their feet so they would be easier to carry.

He froze as a howl came through the forest and León pushed himself to his feet, returning the locator howl. 'I'm here, I'm over here.' It didn't take her long to find him and she stood stiffly in his presence, still not forgiving him and addressed him shortly in their native tongue,

"They are coming now. Io wants you." The unsaid question rang sharply in the charged air 'Although I don't know why she would' He dipped his head and gestured to her, "Return us then daughter." Effectively ruining any plans she had to disappear off until after the birth as he had known she would have, after all what what kind of father would he be if he didn't know his own daughter. The journey back was hurried and silent although by them for different reasons. He could only hope that one day she would forgive him, if not that then at least forget. He knew he didn't deserve even that but it did not stop him from dreaming that one day his daughter might love him again.

As they climbed up the porch the skies above them opened up finally with a giant roll of thunder, it was so loud that his ears pulled back, the storm was right on top of them. Lightning whipped through the air and he hurried her inside, they were safer inside, the man had deliberately installed a lightning rod stolen from one of the other houses onto theirs, the last thing he wanted was it bursting into flame.

Analise went her own separate way to find Aeron who was in her room with the cats she had found from somewhere. The man did not mind the felines as long as they stayed relatively out of trouble and away from his pups. That was where he drew the line, he would not tolerate the feline predators near his precious children. Boxes were piled here and there evidence that they were not finished moving in and building material everywhere to prove the b&b was not yet complete.

He was cautious as he approached the door to Io and Aeron's room as he understood that sometimes women went a bit crazy with the birth of thier children, as far as he was aware there had been another woman but he was unsure what was happening with the Charm woman. He called out gently as he entered her room, unwilling to take any more scars to his body just yet, the wounds from the war were still fresh.
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As Analise shot off, only a few minutes passed before she was no longer alone. She didn't let her hopes rise, because she knew it was too fast for Leon to return. The door opened a jar and a shadowy figure emerged. Andrej. 'Io he said, placidly, understandable tired, it was very late. 'Andrej' she said, smiling faintly. The cat snaked over to the cut hole in the door leading towards the closet. 'Come on' he ordered sleepily, while he didn't doubt Io would do this of her own accord, she'd proabably put it off til it was too late. The russet and white femme rose shakily, moving slowly and steadily, she soon moved herself to the closet. Laying down on the thick furs, she waited, staying mostly silent through the pain.

She had waited patiently. Though they had taken a long enough time to get back. Leon called out, and Io lifted her head towards the curtain. 'Leon, come in' her voice had a strange kind of urgancy to it, all she really wanted was company. Andrej was here, though his stoic sarcasm was far from what she desired. She wanted her family, those she loved. And for all he had done, Leon was family. Analise had gone to find Aeron, probably with her cats, Io supposed. She had thought of asking Andrej, but he probably wouldn't know, seeing as he usually kept to his room.


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His ears pulled forwards as her voice floated from the hole in the wall that led to the room's closet. He had no idea that the woman had intended to nest here, he didn't often com into their room or disturb them really. Most of the time he spent his free hours alone either working on the stables or on finishing up the B&B for them. He had intended to finish it before the children were born but evidently they were not content in waiting until he was done for them. The Spaniard folded his ears back as he kneeled down to crawl through the hole. He would have fit through it easier had he been in lupus or secui but the man had no time to shift and soon his daughter would be back with Aeron.

The man barely resisted the urge to bare his teeth and growl at the presence of Io's pet cat. He disliked the blue furball and he was pretty sure the cat hated him as well. But he kept his feelings to himself for now, Io didn't need them scrapping while she was giving birth. His attention turned to the expectant mother who was laid down on the furs collected,

"How are you?"
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Io smiled as Leon crawled through the hole, lifting herself up into a half sitting position she spoke, 'Like the nursery?' she asked, her voice withered by pain that had only just past. She pressed her nose to his cheek, only a small thank you for his presence. She lowered herself down again, her tail flicking slowly behind her as she waited for Aeron. 'Did you sen Analise to find Aeron? she asked, huffing in pain. Io focussed on Leon's face, trying to waver her mind from the pain. A conversation with Leon would do it while she waited, and it seemed she'd be waiting for a while. Her progress so far was very slow.


As Leon asked if she was okay, the russet and white girl prepared herself to speak. 'I...' but she was interupted by Andrej, who sat above the pair, holding a clawed paw up, inspecting it carefully. His golden-emerald eyes, peered down at Leon casually as he spoke, 'She es en an understandable amount of pain, Leon' he said, a sly grin on his face. Io rolled her eyes below him, wishing she could reach up and scold him, though he was too high up for that.


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The sun will rise within your eyes,

Aeron laid on the floor in the room were she kept her cats. Zenna draped on the floor beside her eying her. The bright eyed cat never wanting to leave her side. Aeron smiled at the feline almost getting humor out of this. Mama you'll be ok right?" Zenna asked as she watch Aeron cringe in pain. Aeron had been in here for hours. They had gone out on a training mission and had come back when Aeron decided that she couldn't walk any longer. Now both cats sat watching Aeron almost paralyzed by pain.

Zenna Leave Aeron Alone" Thisle scolded looking at the younger cat. Aeron smiled as she laid there those two just really made her day. "Thisle be nice she's only t......Trying to hh..Help." Aeron said through the contraction. She felt like her insides were being ripped out of her. She curled into a ball more so on the floor. She could feel zenna moving closer to her trying to help. the poor young cat just didn't know what to do.

"Aeron" The voice it wasn't either feline. No it was Leon's daughter, the girl had nearly fallen over her rushing to her. Aeron just couldn't believe how funny she was finding this. "An....analise, wheres Io? Is she ok?" She spoke through gritted teeth. This pain a nightmare far worse then the first. Though before she had so much adrenalin coursing through her. "She's in labor, we've got to get you to her." She wanted Aeron to move this was insane she could hardly talk through this pain. Besides didn't Io have Leon? The idea made her sick. Charm had stayed only a few days before leaving Why Aeron was unsure nore did it matter. But when she had asked Io permission to bring her here Io seemed all to willing to take on Leon. Aeron looked at the girl. "I'm gonna need a hand." She stated getting a handle on the pain. Analise helped Aeron up the best she could as the two felines followed the pair to Aeron and Io's room.

Leon's scent hit her, it was something she was used to being late getting to Io Leon was always there first. She let go of the girl grabbing the wall with a clawed hand. Trying not to scream she accidentally bit her tongue. The matlic taste of blood lacing her mouth. Dear lord she was going to die wasn't she. She gave a faint whistle to Zenna who nodded. Zenna raced to Leon and Io, "Leon, in the second closet ms. aeron has more blankets furs and things." She stated looking at the man then looking at Io. Did Io truely want to be in this cramped space. A closet? she then turned not knowing what to do. Aeron slid herself along the wall of the room, Thisle walking along side her. She looked at Thisle, Go you do not need to stay." She figured she would run off. But she stayed by Aeron's side. Aeron moved to the bedding that the girls shared it too up a large portion of the back half. She was in Optime form if she shifted she would kill them. There was no way she'd fit in a closet with Io and Leon. But something made her want to be with Io, it was the love Aeron actually had for the woman. "Io..." Her name so faint as aeron hissed through more pain. Aeron stood shaky by the closet where Io was. She wasn't going to move from the spot if it killed her. "Io love, I'm here" She couldn't muster the strength to crawl through or even be in there she didn't want to feel cramped. She leaned into the wall as both felins sat next to her. She should be laying down but not she'd stand here because she would be there for Io this time. She would be there for her. "I love you." She managed to say.

The moon will light your smile.
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León looked down upon the woman that was now trying to push his children into the world with a strange feeling in his chest. He did not love the russet and ivory woman like he had done with Analise's, most of the time he could barely even get along with her it seemed and yet there was something... something more now like the beginning of a new chapter. His past wrongs committed onto her still stood but now they held less meaning and less pain for him. He would never be absolved from them but maybe now he could finally begin to atone for it.


Her words brought him back to the present and he hadn't realised he was whispering words in his native tongue to himself. He looked around the small room she had decided to bed in and nodded with approval,


It's nice. Even crouched down and kneeling on the floor he seemed to fill up the room and make it seem even smaller than it already was. While he did not flinch as she touched her nose to his cheek a flash of fear made his fur ruffle. He didn't like to touch her anymore and avoided physical contact with her as much as possible, she had already suffered through his rape of her, he wouldn't foist his touch on her anymore than he could help. She laid back down and he felt relief for now, he knew he would have to place hands on her again, several times before the night came to an end. His head nodded jerkily to her question.. in fact she should be returning any second down.


His white gaze found the cat as he spoke, León had almost forgot he was there to be honest. His response to the blue furball was far from the usual sarcastic remarks although he turned away to focus on Io for a second before answering. He could not be bothered with the cat's dramatics today and therefore gave him nothing to grab hold of and use,


Obviously. But concern drives me to ask. He returned his gaze to Io, sitting down next to her, Ess their anytheeng I can get you? Before she could answer however another cat, one of Aeron's raced into the closet and the man felt his temper beginning to fray slightly, bloody cats everywhere! His ears pulled forwards in concern as it mentioned Aeron however, both of them had gone into labor at the same time? Ayaa! someone might as well just kill him now.


Already beginning to feel the stress that the night ahead would give the man pulled himself back out of the hole in the closet and Analise slid through it to see Io, 'Mother! Mother Io are you alright? Is their anything I can get you?' She echoed her father's words spoken not a minute before. León hauled himself to his feet and looked down at the stubborn golden coyote for a second before disappearing off into the second closet to retrieve more furs and blankets for Aeron to lay on. The man arranged them all quickly near to the entrance to Io's nursery and again looked at her and slowly extended a hand.


It would be a stand off between them now, would the ferocious man hating warrior accept his help or would she struggle alone. Whichever she chose León would be their anyway just in case something happened, she also carried his children and as much as she did not like him he held a certein fondness for her.


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When Leon asked if there was anything he could do, the woman shook her head, 'I am fine' she sighed, shifting her weight awkwardly. 'Just go and wait with Aeron, send Analise in here'. Io assumed that Aeron would be quicker, it was evident that Aerons litter was smaller than Io's. Analise appeared suddenly, 'I am fine, just stay here while your father waits with Aeron' she said, hissing through her pain. When the pain passed, Io sat up, unable to stay lying down. 'Io es et wise to leave yowa well-being in charge of eh girl?' Andrej probed earning a sharp glare from the russet saddled woman. 'Leave her alone...' she warned, moving to nudge Analise's cheek with her pink nose.


She grumbled a few forgein swear words as more pain came. They were low, almost inaudibe things, kept from Analise's earshot. As a natural mother Io was cautios about letting the girl here any bad words. Even though she was old enough now. 'How have you been?' Io asked, taking her mind away from the situation at hand. 'Not getting in any trouble?' she probed, smiling.


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The sun will rise within your eyes,

Aeron stood there and watched as Leon came out and fetched things that the cat spoke about. Leons daughter then entered the room and Io said nothing to Aeron but she could hear her speak to the girl. Io was most likely trying to keep herself calm but Aeron just wanted to curl into the woman and die.

For once Aeron was caving in. Her body felt crippled from the pain. She looked up at leon as he held out his hand, she didn't want to rely on him she didn't want to even like him. She lifted a shaky hand and looked at him. "I'm trusting you." Her voice low and racked with pain. Slowly he helped her down to the ground and she found herself even more uncomfortable. The pain just seemed worse as she was standing there. She forced herself to move, she was a warrior she could do anything. She had to keep herself focused, she could feel Leon's touch as he helped her into the small dark room that Io had made fit for pups. why in gods name in here though. She looked at Io pulling herself close to the woman she needed the comfort she needed the touch that was Io. She nuzzled into Io's fur breathing in the woman's scent.

"I love you." She mumbled into her fur. She glanced at Leon with a look of thank you as she almost crumbled within herself. She'd been feeling this since late the night before. but she just blew it off to nothing. Now though she was in full blown labor and she would have more children soon. She moved away from Io Slightly as she bit back the pain. Why? why in gods name did she do this?

The moon will light your smile.
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His ear flicked as Analise spoke to her adoptive mother but other than that he did not move from his position, his entire body rigid with.. fear. It was fear that held him so still now. Before his eyes flashed bloody images of a nightmarish day more than a year ago when his daughter had been born and he had been responsible for the death of his mate. He could still feel, the coldness of the knife against his fevered skin, the tears against his cheeks, the crimson that he'd been covered with from head to tail, it had taken days, weeks to scrub the stains from his fur, the feel of her skin splitting as he dragged it down over the swell of her stomach and blood blossoming forth, and the rush of air as she exhaled her last breath leaving him alone with two dead bodies and a sickly tiny daughter. Would the same happen again today? His fear was a real thing, he probably stank of it and neither of them knew why, they would think he was weak but he found he didn't care.

Analise's words drifted faintly as from a place far away, I've been good, there is a storm coming, no trouble for me She replied cheekily as she cuddled up to Io.

Aeron's statement gave him hope, she was too strong to die today. But he had thought that of Kailypso, the woman had been weakened by sickness and exhaustion, as far as he was aware neither of them were sick, he had provided for them, both of them as best he could. He had built them a house, just like he had done for Kailypso, tried to keep them safe. But would it be enough, for Io that answer was no, nothing would ever be enough but Aeron he was unsure about. He helped the golden warrior down to the floor and then backwards into the tiny closet Io insisted on using.

As cramped as it was the huge distance between himself and the three women could not have been more obvious. A crack of thunder and lightning raced across the sky, illuminating the room from a small window for a second, white eyes glowed in the darkness as the man whispered,

"La Tormenta."
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Io nodded along to Analise's, unable to speak though pure pain. She saw the worry in Leon's eyes, she only half understood why. Those tiny details escaped her, though she assumed that the Spaniard had never divulged that information. She hissed fiercly, shooting a soft glare to Leon, almost wanting to blame him, but she had asked him for this. She smiled, half heartedly at him before digging her face into her daughter's coat. When she came to Leon she came for his dna, but she found a daughter, something she had longed for. All of her own died, and even then there hadn't been many. Unnamed and somewhat forgotten.


'Yes' she replied, the pain disappearing as she considered his words, 'That is what we should called them...'. Tormenta. 'I have no wish to imprint anything of my family on my children. Not anymore. I have dedicated Sarajevo to them, that is all I need'. Sarajevo had been born into the pack of her own birth, therefore he continued the name. These would be the Tormenta's, perfect for the night. 'The storm' she crooned gently.


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