Should have stayed home

Saxif Goldenfeather · 11-10-2011, 02:21 AM

Dated in the winter near Saxif's due date.
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A lot of this is just guess on how I see her pregnancy going and how Shandom and Saxif's friendship might go... lemme know if I need to change anything. Sorry for epic length lots of character development XD WC: 700+

Saxif was carrying her bow over her shoulder. Her uncomfortable steps were but a distant worry to the delighted female. She had been feeling overwhelmed by the constant watch and worry of her friends. The thought of feeling like she had not hunted in weeks was driving her mad. Everyone was just waiting for her, expectant of her. Finally even with the swollen belly and aching hips the female ventured from the pack land against better judgement. Throughout her pregnancy it had been clear that her maternal instinct was a bit off... she also knew so little about birth. Sure she knew those who gave birth but their tales of it often fell on deaf ears. Advice told to a distracted mind of a cooped up hunter.

This was not her thing; she never thought she would ever be a mother. If she had recognized her first heat she would have stopped all chance at procreation but she had not recognized it and now here she was about to become a mother. She didn’t know how long she had left before they would arrive looking up to her hoping she would be their all. This was what worried the female the most... could she love them, could she really be a mother? She did not know and it frightened her immensely. Her own mother didn’t love her... maybe it would be passed down to her. She did not know.

She did look forward to one thing about parenthood and that was the teaching. She would get to teach her children everything she learned since coming to these lands and Leon would teach them so much more as well. They wouldn’t grow up wondering why they are different, why their lives were so entrapping, they would grow up free to be who they were destined to be. Saxif paused for a moment her back aching. She rested her weight against a tree. Who knew being pregnant took so much out of you. She hated being pregnant, hungry all the time, sick at the same time, slow and unable to do so many things. She knew she had to take today easy, she just wanted to track and kill something anything even if just an unlucky squirrel crossing her path.

The huntress pushed forward watching listening with excitement. She missed this so much, just her free alone and hunting. She drew her bow at the sound of slight movement in the distance. She heard the crunching noise of a small creature and smiled. Finally something to track in this thick white wasteland... she started to follow the small prints her steps were far too heavy to be her usually silent stepper. In winter she often climbed trees but alas the belly before her kept her from that. She would just have to be patient.

As she tracked the little white thing that went about its business as though it wasn’t being followed Saxif thought. She thought of her friends most of all, how these pups would put so much between them, she wondered if Leon would treat her differently. And if he did would it be better or worse than what she enjoyed now? She also thought of Shandom, feeling as though he most of all would take this the hardest. The arguments were becoming far more frequent, she felt like she had to constantly reassure him. She understood and for the sake of her friend she did not mind reassuring him.

Finally the tracks were indicating he was nearly done his duties and would need to be taken out. She gazed about and took a slight guess that where the skeletal forest changed to the thick pines would be his destination to home. She slowly carefully stepped toward the thick brush and sure enough. A little white rabbit peeked carefully about behind a tree. Saxif froze knowing her own light fur would blend within the white surrounding. She smiled and drew her bow with such fluid motion the little thing would not have seen it coming. She pulled back the arrow and released just as the rabbit darted. She knew rabbits well as a light squeal could be heard before silence. She grinned taking a deep breath feeling complete. She would go home satisfied. She walked over to the bunny setting her bow against the trunk of a pine before awkwardly kneeling before the rabbit. She started her prayer of thanks toward the bunny as her eyes slightly closed.

Linquilea de la Rosesangl · 11-10-2011, 09:47 PM

[html] ooc: Forgive the wait! You'll also have to forgive the rustiness - it's been about three years since I wrote Lea, and while she's lived in my head for almost a decade, getting her voice just right is extremely challenging, as she is a complete and total psycho and I am not.

She stood on the cusp of everything, hands clasped firmly behind her back, golden eyes trained on the horizon.

This is what she had been waiting for. The thousand mile journey, the days of hard, rigorous training - it all lead up to this. Her heart was as excited as it could be. Slowly, the massive ebony woman made her way across the unfamiliar lands, memorizing them. Linquilea de la Rosesanglante used her massive brainpower to become acquainted with this new territory as if it were her own, as if she had never known anywhere else. She was completely and utterly focused on her goal; no distractions, no thoughts of anything else. The female formerly known as Lea Yae was determined to know this land like Shandom Qi'Vaex knew it, and from there she would discover where he was. And once she knew where he hid, Linquilea de la Rosesanglante would rip his throat out and drink his blood.

The female took her time as she moved through the snow blanketed land, leaving minimal trace and no societal wrinkle. It was out of character for her to live her days as a loner; Linquilea vastly preferred the comfort of a seized, ruined pack. But that would not be prudent, at least not right now. She was a woman with a singular goal, and the politics of a dissenting pack would distract her from it. As much as she enjoyed murder, as much as it made her feel more alive than anything else, being this close to him reminded her how and why she was who she was.

Familiar anger bubbled up within her; she broke into a run. She had trained her body to run long distances in all forms, and she did not show any signs of discomfort with two legs instead of four. Large, obvious muscles bunched in her legs as she moved like a shadow over the snow, a stain on the pristine whiteness. Her topaz eyes were narrowed in concentration as the wind whipped through her coarse ebony fur - she was not sure where she was going, just that she was. Intuition took her to this land, and intuition would lead her to her final destination. It was fate; it was the will of the Gods; it was what was right. A wolf's scent caught her attention; Linquilea followed it. Her movement slowed into a jog, not quite the brisk run it had been before, and she became as close to silent as an eight foot, three hundred pound female could be. It did not take her long to come across the origin of the scent, and when the kneeling, back turned wolf materialized substantially in her vision, the midnight female froze. There was a familiar flavor tho the scent now, a perfume that lived in her mind. It was weak, and if she were not so familiar with it Linquilea would not be positive it was even what she thought. But she lived for these moments, and her lips lifted into an uncontrollable snarl.

This woman smelled like Shandom Qi'Vaex, and Linquilea de la Rosesanglante would kill her for it.

Who are you? Her voice was calm and chillingly cold, but it did not betray any extraneous emotion. The expression on her face was dead, but her eyes were teeming with unbridled rage and murderous fury. I should kill you for the scent you bear.
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