{p} there is life

Giselle Fantasia · 08-08-2012, 02:16 AM

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WC: 535. Ayieeee <333! Gen will reply first, then I think after a couple of replies Marie can step in, yes?

She needed to get to the window. She needed to sing.

Nowadays, it took Giselle a tremendous effort to roll her body out of bed. Her belly had swelled considerably, and for some time now she could feel the pups kicking. It was soft, at first, but the movements became more frequent and more painful, all leading the woman to become bed-ridden. The auburn female had no idea how many days she had been lying there, staring outside of her window, longing for the outdoors. Fresh air was a sweet treat when it blew through the open window, and no matter what Giselle was doing in that moment she would close her eyes and breathe in the air when it danced past her face. The world outside her window became more of a treat when a little bluebird had begun frequenting the windowsill, unafraid of Tux's attempt to paw at it after some time, and soon began to sing with the snow-white woman. Songs were few and far between, though the dainty female noticed it would calm the pups in her belly considerably when she sang to them.

That morning, the same bird arrived, but it would be a while before Giselle was comfortable enough to sit up on her furs, another few moments to stand and let the weight from her belly drop into her open palms, and even longer to shuffle across the way towards the window. Everything was an effort, now, and it left Giselle panting. Still, she beamed a smile into the sun when she poked her head out, delighting in the cool breeze. When she opened her eyes, the bluebird was there, hopping almost impatiently. "Hello there, sweet song bird. Would you like to sing today?" The question needed no answer, as the bird took to whistling and the red haired female chimed in.

"After the rain, o/`

The sun will reappear~ o/`

There is life. o/`

After the pain, o/`

The joy will still be here, o/`

There is li-- o/` Ah!"

The petite female's song quickly ended, as she shut her eyes to the sky. Her hands, which had been draped across the windowsill, flew to clutch at her belly. There was an extraordinarily large amount of pain around her abdomen, as if it were ready to burst, and it caused her to scream out loud. Ivory fingertips clutched at her swollen belly for dear life, and then felt a strange dampness near her thighs. Giselle barely opened her eyes - seeing a hot white flash before she did so - to see Tux running out the the room and the bluebird flying away in fear. "N-no... don't... ahh!" Waves of pain came crashing down with a tremendous force, so much so that she was weak in the knees and collapsed just underneath the window from being able to support herself. There was only one thought crossing her mind then, a single shred of hope to cling on to as she lay crumpled on the wooden floor, and with that thought came the one name related to that hope. With seemingly her last burst of energy, she tilted her muzzle towards the doorway and cried out weakly. "Silvano!"

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Silvano Sadira · 08-08-2012, 02:38 AM

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NOELLE. BABIES. OMG.

He did not stray far from her again, after his trip to Cercatori d'Arte for the bird. It was just a chicken that he had decided to set up at the stables, and had told Giselle he would show her the hen when she was no longer bed-ridden and able to travel. They might even take the children when they were old enough. He was down the hall in the library, reading a storybook and dog earring stories he thought sons and daughters would like to hear. He hoped his children would love books as much as he and Giselle did. Silvano flipped a page and smiled at the faded colorful picture of a human girl with her father behind her. Cinderella was a sweet story, good for a little girl, a young princess. Silvano knew he wanted a daughter, certainly. A young girl he could spoil rotten and make her know she his world. Sons would be his princes, heirs to his legacy, if he ever got himself one.

Another page turned as the man heard his beloved sing out. Nothing but her sweet voice echoed down the hall, vague and sweet. He titled his head in peace, weary in the wait for her labor to start. Silvano paused as he heard her voice trail off, but then resumed the easy read and marking off the next story. But then his hackles rose as she called out his name, pain falling off her tongue. He rose, book falling from his lap to the floor with a clack. But he ignored it, rushing from the makeshift library to their large room.

Emerald peered at the woman on the floor by the window and he cried out in worry. "Giselle!" he exclaimed, rushing to her side even as she clutched at her belly. "What's wrong?" he asked, stupidly. It had to be the labor, especially this late into the pregnancy. He delicately pulled her to her feet and led her to the bed as carefully as he could.

Giselle Fantasia · 08-08-2012, 11:58 AM

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Giselle had shut her eyes again, taking what small comfort she could from darkness. She was panicky now, feeling helpless and lost. But, oh, the pain made things far worse. It wasn't the usual pain the petite female had been experiencing, when a few soft words and hums would make it - and her worries - vanish. No amount of song or dance could help her now, and she grit her teeth to a contraction that, had she not heard footsteps from the hallway, she could have sworn she blacked out. It took energy to do anything now, even opening her eyes to see Silvano standing there calling out her name. Her vision was blurry, her hearing seemed muddled, and all she could feel was her distress and the shock that followed.

The male had picked her up as gently as he would a flower, but to Giselle it felt like she was being tormented. She felt the furs surrounding her, and suddenly opened her mouth to take in large gulps of air. Powder blue eyes remained open but became squinted instantaneously, unsure of what to do. "H...help... I think... the children..." She spoke between gasps, her hands moving to clutch at the furs instead of her own body. Was this labor? Giselle was not sure. Out of everything she had witnessed and experienced for herself, nothing could have prepared the pale princess for... for this. A scream rushed out of her lips uninvited, but loud for anyone nearby to have heard, pushing her head backwards onto the pillows, red locks flying wildly around her. A part of the auburn female felt embarrassed, especially if anyone were to pass by the room and witness the horrified look upon her face, but something told her that she needed someone - anyone - to help her now.

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Amaranth Catori · 08-17-2012, 04:29 PM

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Amaranth Catori

Amaranth was not the type to be a great mother or anything but Amaranth was a good person deep down. Her mother was laid up in her home her mate laid up as well. Amaranth found herself slowly moving into the things that her mother did for the pack. Though she was no Ayita she could at least help for a little while.

It was a strange thing how things were working she was feeling calmer and more at ease. Having things to do kept her mind busy and kept her mind working allowing less time for out breaks. Amaranth knew that there were a few members who had children or were having them so and had spoken to them about her mother being unable to help. She felt so sorry because it was something her mother loved to do and help with she was a natural mother.

She had heard the call for help and stood. The hotel had become her home and she wasn't to far from Giselle. She grabbed the clean cloths and left the room to go to the other pair. Purple eyes traced the walls as she moved towards the room. Stopping she barely entered. Its amaranth I came because mom can't She spoke her voice soft not wanting to move just in case they wanted her to leave.

Silvano Sadira · 08-19-2012, 07:19 PM

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DELAYED AND CRAP UUGH

Silvano squeezed her hand tightly as he knelt by her on the bed, his knees digging into the hardwood floor painfully, but he ignored it as he watched the emotions flutter across Giselle's face. Her pain was evident and he could not help but whine along with her as she moaned or cried in pain. It was his fault, wasn't it? If he hadn't.. then maybe this could have been avoided but it was something the two of them had wanted. Denying that was like denying their love for each other.

There was a look of pleading in his eyes as he turned to face the woman in their doorway. He gripped Giselle's hand and never stepped away from her side, even though canine instinct screamed at him to let the mother be in case he upset her into hurting their children. Giselle was not going to do such a thing, he thought over and over again as he gently rose, keeping his hand linked into his mate's as she clenched and unclenched it with the pain of labor coursing through her body. "Please," he said simply, gesturing to his mate. He stepped back, letting her have all the room she would need while still keeping a hold on Giselle's hand. It was one of those things he had never expected to do when he was a young boy, and now that it was happening it seemed surreal.

Giselle Fantasia · 08-21-2012, 10:06 PM

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She hadn't noticed the crystal tears that began to gather at her eyes.

All she could feel was pain - waves of it - completely capturing her small body. Her giant belly almost seemed unreal and unnatural, as if it were something attached to her. But the puppies inside knew as well as she did that it was time. There was no consideration to the hand that she held on to - presumably her mate's - squeezing it as tightly as she did her eyes with each passing moment. Breathing seemed difficult, especially at such a rapid pace, and yet somehow Giselle knew it needed to be done. How was this something she had never read in her books? Why was this so... painful?

In the middle of her moans of pain and sharp intakes of air, she hadn't heard someone else in the doorway. When powder blue eyes flew open, they saw a woman standing there, holding what looked like clean cloth. Giselle grit her teeth and only managed a hard, visible nod, not knowing the woman but having to put trust in her for this moment. Her prince was there with her, and her little beady-eyed knight in the corner, and felt safe. Silvano's warmth retreated from her side some, and thinking he would leave she dug her claws into the palm of his mottled hand. As she did so, she let out a cry into the stale air, wondering just how much more the pale princess could take.

Amaranth Catori · 08-31-2012, 01:01 AM

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Amaranth Catori

Amaranth felt kinda bad she didn't really know the couple and her mother normally helped deal with these things. She was the pack mother and she was everything that the pack needed and wanted so many loved the older Catori. Amaranth how ever was the strange child the one who did not do much nor was around others much.

You need to breath as even as you can. I know its hard. i've only had two litters. She said looking at her. She looked at the male and smiled a bit. She laid the towels down. She looked at her. Just try to let nature do what its meant to do. It hurts I know but if you fight it, it will becomes worse. She said as she knelt down.

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