Extending the Family

Amy Sunders · 02-28-2012, 11:46 AM

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OOC Feb 29 be warned, she is extremely volatile and panicking

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Amy had been working on setting up her cabin. She had set aside a place for her slave, a nice place for her to tie him to and keep him out of the way. A sturdy wall had been drilled into to form a place for her to attach his chain to. Raoth was in there right now, still working on caring for his legs that Amy had ripped open dragging him behind the wagon. Amy was in her own room at the moment, laying furs out and thinking about how to go about getting a nice mattress when a wave of pain washed through her. Amy stood still for a few moments, trying to think about what it was. A second wave confirmed the thought. She was going into labor. There was no time to waste, the pups would be coming.

Isolated from the rest of the pack there was no one nearby to help her with the birthing. Stumbling through the house Amy reached the room Raoth was tied to. The slave looked up startled to find a very fiery Amy standing in the doorway, clutching some throwing knives. Get someone to help. NOW! Raoth wasn't too sure what she was talking about, watching her unchain him. He hesitated, and Amy cursed, chucking a knife at him. He narrowly dodged it and set off running for the caverns. Sticking her head out she howled, trying to get more attention. Another wave hit her and Amy worked her way to the bed, concentrating on pushing with the contractions, trying not to worry about what they would be like.

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Octavius Poer de Angelo · 03-01-2012, 10:05 AM

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he knows nothing about pups, but he can help somehow! xD derp! / +bleh!

Octavius had been hunting when the pain filled how reached his ears. Head snapping up, he listened to the end notes as it died off, trying to figure out which direction the sound had come from. It was on Anathema land, that was for sure. He was only a half mile from the caves, and the howl had been almost loud. Someone in his pack was hurting…he had to go see what was wrong!

Grabbing the two rabbits he’d killed in his jaws, he jumped into a run, all four paws hitting the ground in a fast pitter patter that made not a sound on the forest ground. The white boy was already large in his wolf form, but the secui shape he was currently in made him look like a hulking beast. Warring scents hit his nose at the same time, that of a female and then a male…and blood, the smell of blood was very strong. Octa broke through some bushes and came upon the small cabin, taking in the framework with curiosity before getting closer.

The rabbits were dropped to the ground near the door and he let out a soft yip, trying to let the person inside know that he was there without scaring them. Hello? Who is in there!? What’s wrong…why does this place smell like blood? The boy puffed up a bit, letting his hackles rise to make himself look more threatening just in case someone tried to come fight him.

Amy Sunders · 03-01-2012, 11:48 AM

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Amy's mind had become clouded, concentrating simply on the effort of not losing her mind with the contractions. Occasional grunts came out but that was it. The pups weren't coming out yet, still leaving some time for someone to come and help her with the birth. Hopefully it would be soon, as the contractions were starting to pick up. The pups would be coming whether or not someone was there to help her. She could only hope that the pups would be alright without medical attention, or that the local medic was really, really fast in moving.

A young voice brought her head snapping up. Her fangs bared in annoyance. This was no time to deal with foolish pups. Grabbing a throwing knife she chucked it. It hit the wall beside the doorway, quivering slightly from the force of the throw. The pups are coming boy! This is no time for stupid pups! She hoped he would leave her alone. An extremely painful wave hit Amy, followed by a long string of obscenity once she was able to breath again. She had no idea why she wanted pups so badly anymore. It was so much effort, and she didn't even know what the end result would be.

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Octavius Poer de Angelo · 03-01-2012, 05:24 PM

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D: / +bleh!

The knife hit the wall near his head, sending the boy reeling back in shock and fear. How could this woman, someone obviously new to the back, do that to a pack member?! Growling softly, Octavius entered her home, crouched low, and stalked towards the woman. She was obviously in tons of pain, and he was not going to just sit there and let her suffer without trying to help in some way. That was not how he was raised, and it was something that his brothers would do, just to know they made someone hurt.

What is happening?! Why are you hurting? I'll c-call my momma. He sniffed at the woman for a few moments before dashing outside and throwing his head back, sending out a sharp, urgent howl. Hopefully his mother would hear it and recognize the panic in his voice. He was still just a pup and had no idea what to do in a situation like this. How was he to help a woman when he knew not what was wrong with her in the first place?

Caprica D'Angelo · 03-01-2012, 05:53 PM

Caprica was out, riding her mare at a steady canter across the foothills, trying to blow away some cobwebs when she heard the howl. The first one confused her: it was a voice she didn't recognise, from the direction of the temple. She doubted it was meant for her, and the general alarm had not been sounded, so albeit a little puzzled, the dark woman didn't turn her horse at once. The further she got, though, the more the call preyed on her mind. There had been a note in it that gave her concern. She slowed the mare to a trot, and then came to a complete stop, while she thought for a moment. Then she rolled back her head on her neck with a great sigh: yes, she couldn't bear it, she was going to have to go and check out the disturbance.

The thoroughbred was pacing reluctantly back the way she'd come, sullen from having her run interrupted, when Caprica heard the next cry: and this one made her eyes become as hard as emeralds, the whites of her teeth showing. Her brother had called for help, and the sound cut into her like a knife. Nobody touched her little brothers. Caprica had been through hell for them already, and had all but sliced a bear in half in the process. The horse was shocked to find her usually laconic mistress suddenly digging her heels in and driving her forwards with an imperious and urgent bark, and answered with a full-tilt gallop like the racehorse that, in another world, she might have been.

They reached the cabin and Caprica barely gave the building - new to her - a glance. Octavius stood outside, his expression panicky. Caprica hurled herself off the mare's back and hurtled to his side, her stance poised and warrior-like as she snapped her head this way and that, searching for the cause of his distress with fury in her eyes. "You okay? What's wrong?" He didn't look damaged, and so the young Anatheman relaxed a little, but her face was still charged with suspicion. The scent of the woman reached her then, and she moved to the entrance of the house. "Who's there?" she called out. She needed to get a handle on what was going on, and fast.

Amy Sunders · 03-02-2012, 11:50 PM

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Did this pup not get the message? It must have been dropped on it's head when younger with the stupidity it showed. She didn't bother answering it's questions, growling as the pain rolled through her before swiping a clawed hand towards the pup when it got too close. It darted back outside, letting loose a fearful howl. Well that was just fantastic. Now she'd be dealing with accusations of hurting the pup. Amy managed to heave herself up, grabbing a stool that she'd set up earlier for when she'd be drinking. With all the force she had she chucked it towards the door. Get out!/p>

Whether it was because of the thrown furniture or the fact that he wanted to watch for whoever he'd called for the pup went outside. Laboring Amy grit her teeth together. The sounds of a horse arriving had her ears pricked, hoping that it was someone who could help. Nope, sounded like someone else with no brains, looking in and checking for danger. Amy replied by cursing and throwing another couple throwing knives. Her aim was more accurate this time, aimed right for the stranger's head. Dragging herself out of the bed Amy searched around for more things to throw, clutching the remaining throwing knives like a life line. Leave!

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Aeron Ganesa · 03-03-2012, 06:41 PM

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Aeron Ganesa

She had hit one of those moods and she was not to be tampered with. Aeron found herself moving across the lands checking on things and keeping herself busy. Aeron need not be bored, but today the pups were on their own. With Jandro and Adwen and over two months they were able to care for themselves a bit more. This allowed the mother time to speak with pack members and do her work.

Aeron moved atop Elzar as the pair moved through the lands. She wondered why it seemed quite to her. The crows were not on alert, though that could mean that Amy was in her 'home". Aeron huffed as she stopped her stallion and listened it seemed like everything was peaceful but that bothered her more then the noise. She thought about going home to the pups.

then a young sounding howl rang and aeron forced herself to move. She was not sure what was going on but the child seemed to need help. the call how ever caught shou's attention. go ahead She spoke as the bird took off and Aeron clicked sending the black male into a full on gallop. She wondered what on earth had caused such a cry but then the thought of an intruder but the crows would have called she she brushed that aside. Soon enough though she slowed the stallion. Seeing Caprica and the young Octavius.

The screams of Amy and objects that seem to fly from the building made the woman laugh. I'll go in both of you wait here. Aeron spoke as she looked at the siblings. She knew that she could stop the woman only because her training had made her able and neither of them would stand a chance. Caprica water please. she stated looking at the dark woman. Octavius when I get her calmer my bag please. Aeron said pointing to the horse. She stepped in seeing the woman. Now now throwing things will stress your body. Though the fact remain aeron loved seeing her in pain it brought a smile to her face.

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

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Octavius Poer de Angelo · 03-04-2012, 01:55 PM

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lol this is funny xD / +3!

Octavius was thoroughly freaked out by Amy’s behavior, he didn’t know what she normally acted like…but this was ridiculous. Throwing things at someone who was trying to help her? The woman was insane! Whining and shaking, the large white wolf crouched by the front door, keeping low so as to dodge anything she threw at head level. He hoped, so very hard, that someone would come check out what was going on already. Being here alone with this psycho woman was scaring him.

Finally he heard hoofbeats and then saw his big sister break through the brush on her beautiful steed. The dark woman jumped from the horse and raced over to him, scanning his body to check for wounds or anything bad. Octa dropped his muzzled to her shoulder and wrapped his long arms around her body, pulling her in for a tight hug and then shoved her to the ground when he remembered the wacky knife throwing woman in pain. She’s hurting…but is screamin’ and sooo mad! What’d I do, Cappy? Why she mad at me? Despite his age of seven whole months, the boy was still acting a bit childish when he was sad, excited or scared. At the moment he was a mixture of the three, and had yet to let go of his sister.

Someone else was arriving. Whipping his head around, he watched as Aeron walked up to the front door, gazing in and grinning viciously while instructing the woman inside to calm down. It seemed as if Aeron enjoyed Amy’s pain, but he couldn’t be sure. Her instructions gave him something to do, and he desperately needed to be moving. Jumping away from Caprica, she rushed over to Aeron’s horse, keeping his hands out steady and making soft noises to the unknown beast. It pinned its ears but otherwise ignored him, even when he grabbed the bag from its back. Thankful for no trouble, he brought the bag back to the house and curled up again outside the door to wait.

Caprica D'Angelo · 03-05-2012, 07:46 PM

She was greeted in a rather more exuberant style than she was used to, as her brother seized her and dragged her to the ground. They toppled down together in a heap, at the exact moment that a knife came whistling out of the open door right at where Caprica's head had been. "Goddamnit!" she cried indignantly as she leaped up in front of Octavius, making her substantial body a barrier between him and whatever crazy woman was inside the lonely cabin. "I dunno, hon, but she's got me to reckon with now." Octavius had said the mysterious woman was hurting: well she'd be hurting more any minute now, Caprica thought savagely and advanced menacingly upon the doorway, hands clenching into fists… and then laughter sounded nearby accompanied by hoofbeats and she turned her head, eyes full of suspicion: what new madness was this? That knife could have killed her or Octavius, and somebody was laughing?

It was Aeron. Caprica got the impression that she knew whose residence this was, and perhaps that was the reason for her order to wait outside. Caprica didn't want to just wait out here to be struck by another oncoming projectile, though. She could handle herself fine, especially if protecting her little brothers was called for. Aeron didn't bother to explain, merely adding another command. Water - why was she being asked for water? She shot a sidelong glance at her brother, a mystified wtf of a look, then shrugged and moved to unhook her full water-skin from Rohan's saddle before following Aeron inside. "What the hell is this," she demanded, but then took in the scene in a moment's glance: the woman with the stomach stretched like a beachball, her face shadowed in pain and unpleasantness. Aeron seemed to be providing a caring role, telling her that throwing things would stress her. Caprica snorted. "It's certainly stressful to be on the receiving end that's for sure." She supposed a delivering female could be excused a little craziness, but this was outrageous behaviour. "Who are you?" she added, not offering the water at once, her expression unfriendly.

Amy Sunders · 03-06-2012, 03:50 AM

Things went from bad to worse as one of the last people Amy wished to see entered the house. Being told something that she already knew didn't help any. Amy knew that her body was under a lot of stress, but the need to defend herself and the pups overwhelmed all of that. A stupid black female followed Aeron inside, proceeding to make rude demands. Gripping the throwing knives tighter Amy looked at how many she had left. Five. Each throw would have to count then. Carefully she selected one and threw it at the intruder. Get out! I don't want you here! Where's a medic when you need one?

An especially painful contraption rippled through her, and suddenly Amy didn't care that Aeron was what was available for help. She'd take what she could get. As fast as she could Amy crossed the room, leaning her weight onto the coyote. Help me get to the bed. It was all she could do to not add please, knowing that there was no way she was going to last longer. Another ripple ran through her, and Amy bit her lip, knowing that a pup was heading on it's way out. This wouldn't do. It couldn't come out into such a horrid environment. She shot the stranger a venomous look. And you. Leave.

Aeron Ganesa · 03-06-2012, 10:49 AM

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Aeron Ganesa

Aeron could not believe what was going on. The demon dog was hurling things and was as venomous as a rattle snake. But here aeron was not because she cared. Aeron didn't care if it woman died in birth or all the demon children did.

Aeron was worried more about the safety of the two pack members here. Both held more priority then the pregnant sut. Another knife was thrown and aeron lifted her sword deflect the object from the pair. Caprica this is Amy our resident Sut. She's the woman that your mother warned us about. She watched the woman as she placed her sword back. Your looking at the only aid that came. I have nothing to dull our pain, nor do I think I would if I could. It was cruel but Aeron still had a chip on her shoulder with this woman.

Caprica is going no where so shut up and take the aid. She spoke her voice now taking on its authority. She looked at Caprica as she then turned taking hold of Amy a little rougher then she should. I swear if you throw one more thing I will tie you up. Aeron said as she moved to the bed helping Amy down.

Octavius my bag please I need a few things. She spoke as she looked at Caprica oh these two picked the wrong day to be down in this end of the territory.

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

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Octavius Poer de Angelo · 03-06-2012, 02:29 PM

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lol this is funny xD / +blah!

Octa was crouched near the front door, peeking into the small house as Caprica and Aeron interacted with the mean fat woman. The boy whined and shivered slightly when another knife was thrown, thankful that the other scary woman drew her sword to block it from hitting his sister. When the black furred female began walking back out of the house, he jumped after her and snuggled up against her side again, nuzzling her shoulder affectionately. He had always been the most touchy feely of the three brothers, but only with certain people. Now that he had a body that he could hug with, he was using it a lot.

Turning his head, he looked into the cabin again as Aeron called for him and her bag. Moving away from his sister, he walked in slowly, cautiously. The bag was clutched to his chest with both arms, wide red eyes watching Amy with disgust and fear. Naniko would not be happy to learn about the way with woman had treated her pack mates, especially the Angela’s children. It was obvious that Aeron and Caprica could have taken care of themselves, but if she had cut Octavius with one of those knives? He was still a child! And just trying to help someone who he thought was in pain and was calling for help.

Reaching out, the boy held the bag to Aeron and then backed up against the wall. He wanted to know why Amy was hurting so much and freaking out about them being in her house.

Caprica D'Angelo · 03-06-2012, 06:09 PM

heehee. Wish I could draw Cap, Aeron and Octa's expressions on being pelted with knives.

Caprica caught the knife Aeron had deflected and stuck it into her jewelled belt: if her eyes had been able to smoulder any more, they would have. "Fucking stop flinging the sharp objects, for fuck's sake!" she cursed the woman, forgetting herself and that Octavius was nearby. What kind of an environment was this for children to be born into? They would all be needing medics by the end. Before Aeron spelled out the identity of the Sut, Caprica had guessed Amy's identity. Naniko's decision had seemed wise to her at first. Now she wasn't so sure. The woman seemed more than just violent and haughty. She was insane or not far from it. Aeron mentioned painkillers and Caprica wondered whether to bring out her stash of marijuana. She thought it was probably best not to, as the drug might have harmful effects on the pups - she didn't know enough about plants to say. Or childbirth. Well, she'd been present for Octavius' birthing day, just after the event - but it had happened so quickly and easily. Of course she knew the theory, and some of the problems that could occur. If nothing went wrong, though, the woman should naturally be able to handle it all herself. Caprica was beginning to wonder if they should all leave her alone. But of course - she was in pain, which meant something was probably wrong. Her brother nuzzled against her, and she attempted to steady her anger, not wanting to shout any more in front of him if she could help it. Her eyes were still cold as she glared towards Amy, who was being helped onto the bed. "You don't need another medic. You're in capable hands, believe me," she stated firmly, figuring that a little injection of confidence couldn't hurt although she really had no idea of Aeron's medical skills. She herself knew barely a thing. "What's in the bag?" she questioned Aeron as Octavius handed it over, and then moved to the youngster's side to squeeze his shoulder affectionately, whispering so only he could hear. "I'm proud of you bro… staying cool under pressure, there. We gotta stick around a little more in case the crazy lady needs any help with her puppies. Don't be scared, we won't let her hurt us."

Amy Sunders · 03-06-2012, 06:24 PM

She was helped over to the bed, and with one more push the first pup came out. Dipping down Amy scooped him up. She sniffed at him, realized he wasn't breathing, and gently put him aside, pretending that he was just asleep. Again pain rang through her as she continued to push. Cursing loudly she glared over at the pup that was huddling in the corner. This was no time for children to be around. Desperately Amy reached around for something more to throw, trying to drive him away. He couldn't stay and see this. He had to leave.

Groaning another wave hit her, faster than the first. Amy halfway pulled herself out, reaching for Aeron to hold onto. Remembering that she still had a couple throwing knives Amy glanced at her hand. Carefully she drew her hand back, getting ready to throw it, before giving in with despair. There was no point to it. No matter how hard she tried they wouldn't leave. Her hand finally released the grip, eyes meeting the coyote's and pleading for help for some kind of protection for the pups that were coming. At last another one came out, this one jet black, looking just like her ancestors. Carefully she scooped him up, feeling his ragged breathing. At least this one was alive. Gently she nestled him into her, calming down.

Aeron Ganesa · 03-08-2012, 11:40 PM

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Aeron Ganesa

Aeron was a cold woman she was not here to hold amy's had and be her friend. She hated the woman not may things would change that so she huffed and looked at her. She pulled herself away as she held her bag. Placing it down she looked at Octavius and smiled Thank you She spoke. Ocavius do you think you could build me a fire outside? She asked tossing him a flint.

She looked at Amy as she saw the first pup not move. She didn't even try to save him. She pulled out a slighly worn blanket and looked at Caprica. Just random Items I may need since I never know what I'm doing day to day She spoke

She figured asking for octavius to make a fire would be better then letting him watch this. Amy seemed to give up fighting with the group and Aeron looked at her. She was reduced to a pathetic lump of a woman. Her pleading looks met Aeron's stone face. She had no desire to be nice not even here.

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

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Octavius Poer de Angelo · 03-09-2012, 11:23 AM

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lol fiyaaah, betches! / +blah!

Octavius handed the bag over to Aeron and waited for further instruction. He was so happy that Caprica was there, because her presence was comforting in this time of unknowns and fear. Also, he was learning new curse words from her, which almost had him giggling in spite of the possibility of a knife flying at his face. When the older woman asked for him to go make a fire, he nodded and took the flint before walking out of the cabin. Sadly, he really wasn’t sure HOW to make a fire, and sat there staring at the ground for a while before actually doing anything.

Walking through the shallow layer of snow, he went and grabbed two handfuls of leaves and sticks from under a bush. It was relatively dry, having been covered and protected from the snowmelt and flurries. Bringing them back a bit closer to the cabin, he kicked the snow away from a small area of ground and dropped the sticks and leaves into a pile. A rock was found and he began smacking it against the flint, hoping to make a spark of some sort. It took a few minutes before anything new or exciting happened, but he finally managed to get a few sparks to fall on the foliage. A few leaves lit up and then the whole pile burst into flames.

Yipping happily, the boy ran back to the trees and gathered another big armful of dead junk from the ground, making a few trips and piling it all up a few feet away from the fire. He then began to steadily feed pieces into the flames, sitting on the ground and soaking up the warmth coming from the foot high fire.

Caprica D'Angelo · 03-09-2012, 06:19 PM

Aeron sent Octavius out to make the fire, but Caprica wasn't leaving until she was sure the pups were going to be okay, despite Amy's obvious anger at their presence. She knew it was hard-hearted of her to avoid the woman's wishes, but those howls for help still rang through her head. If Amy still was holding out for someone who would be less aggravated by her rudeness, she was wrong. Nobody was going to stand by and allow lethal weapons to be tossed around willy-nilly. Besides, for now they were all the help she had, and Caprica was only waiting for Aeron to figure out the problem and let her know what had to be done. The golden-beast handler seemed much more knowledgeable about this task than Caprica felt.

She saw the doom in the Oriax's eyes as she answered, and turned her face to the first pup. There was no movement, no sound. So that was the problem. A stillborn, perhaps aligned wrong in the womb, hence the difficulties Amy had been experiencing. There could be more than one by this point. She was glad now that Octavius was gone. Although she approved of letting youngsters see and learn about the realities of life and considered him quite mature enough to know what birth was really like… this grim scene was a little much for any youngster. Caprica moved closer to Amy. She wasn't sure how she could help, but she wanted with all her heart the rest of the little pups to be safe - no matter what a crazy lady their mother seemed to be.

The next few moments were an age, dragging on with the tension of Amy's struggle, and Caprica slowly reached out a hand, wondering if Amy wanted to take it, if even a violent woman like her would appreciate the small show of support… but then, at last another infant made its appearance, and this one was living. Caprica's face split into a huge grin. The horror was over, and surely now everything would be okay. She would acquiesce to the new mother's wishes and leave. Retracting her hand she got up and murmured "Congratulations, man. I'll be outside if you need anything." Still smiling uncontrollably she hastened outside to where her little brother sat next to the fire. Why Aeron wanted water, a fire and a blanket she had no idea, but it certainly cheered up the scene which had been so sinister and surprising a little while before. "Hi," she said, crouching next to him. "A puppy just arrived. He's so cute! Tiny! Reminded me of when you guys were first born," she added teasingly. "Shame puppies have to grow up, ain't it?" She hoped her joking would make up for all the shouting beforehand. Amy had really riled her up there.

Amy Sunders · 03-09-2012, 06:47 PM

The offered hand was swiped at, Amy desperately clinging to it, claws digging in before she pushed it away, still trying to pretend she was strong. At last the pup left. That was a huge relief. As soon as he was out the door Amy relaxed. She didn't have to hide anything now. With the black pup born the young female finally left, congratulating her. It wasn't time for congratulations yet though. Amy was yet to know if they were strong enough to survive. Her body continued to push, and this time a golden pup slipped out. Surprised at seeing her own color Amy blinked. She'd been sure that Angel's darker color would have dominated the pups.

Carefully she picked it up. A female. It had a distinctly coyote appearance to it, large ears and a skinny body. Placed next to her brother Amy let the tiny pup settle, ignoring it's small size. She glanced around the empty room and let out a string of curses as she realized that she'd gotten exactly what she wished for, only to realize how dangerous that was. She had been left alone in a room with trash that wished to kill her. Protectively Amy pulled herself up, reaching for where she'd dropped her throwing knives, eyes remaining on Aeron.

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