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I’m back, and Drin is ready to pop any day now! Multiples welcome. Smile :: 4+

Palaydrian was huge. She felt as large and uncomfortable as one of the the tractor tires-gone gardening pit in her little bit of Eden. The massive girth only contributed to the deep seeded embarrassment she felt at bringing even more attention to her optime trapped form in a lupine form loving pack. The woman couldn’t help it! She had shifted a few weeks ago to transport some chicken wire she had found balled up and half rusting in the river that flowed through New Dawn back to her garden, where it would help with keeping the summer’s new bounty of rabbits out of her vegetables and herbs. And that was when the first active stabs hit her. There was no denying her pregnancy now and as a first time mother, she simply couldn’t risk shifting and hurting her unborn children. So once again, the Omega was stuck on two legs, while her family prefered four.


The kindhearted woman couldn’t help but feel her body was on display, her golden mane had grown insanely long and lustrous, Drin’s curves were rounded and supple, and her breasts had become swollen and engorged beneath her cream fur. No longer was she to be confused for an adolescent. The yearling was pure woman, fertile and simply glowing in her pregnancy. However, she unfortunately saw none of this and insisted she resembled something of a house, waddling away from the communal den as often as she could to laze beside the river. At least here she could wade in to take the weight off her hips and cool her tender ankles. And often times she’d think of Jiva and how he filled her head daily with lies about how beautiful she was. Of course they weren’t lies to him, but she felt nothing close to even pretty right now, especially when walking a few feet caused her brow to glisten with sweat.


An exhausted sigh came from her dark lips as the woman dipped her feet into the water and reclined back on her elbows. Her back was killing her, but at the moment the rush of coldness from the mountains felt Luna sent. A pleased smile spread across her face as she closed her ocean eyes to the world and listened to the birdsong of the morning. Drin’s moment of bliss lasted less than a minute when her stomach gave a lurch of protest. Hungry again? She mused, as one of her gloved hands lovingly caressed the large bulge a few inches beneath her breasts. It moved beneath her digits, adding more pressure to her bladder. Okay, okay! She protested, rising out of her reclined position and haphazardly trying to get back onto her feet.

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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: lalala


The death of the alpha's pups had been devastating. Even worse, the alpha's mate had fled the pack. It was illogical. Pups died all the time. He himself had almost died several times in his youth, and had his siblings dying around him as he grew up in the north. Rage filled him, thinking of the tiny female. She hadn't been a strong alpha. She was unworthy of the title. At least he didn't have to think of that now that she had fled. Zalen would find a better mate. A stronger one, without the tendency to flee from life.


There were other pups though. The pack hadn't come to disaster yet. Hopefully these ones would live. So he hunted, scouring the lands until he found some ripe rabbits and brought them down. A pair hung in his mouth, one dropped off at Fayne's den before continuing on, following the scent of his other pack sister. Spotting Palaydrian Tharin's tail wagged, whining softly. He couldn't speak through the mouth full of rabbit, just hurrying as quickly as he could to her side.


Family comes first.

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She promptly sat back on rump when a familiar scent hit her wet nose followed by his sounds. Tharin! She called in surprise, turning one of her heart melting smiles onto her brother. She could feel her mouth watering at what the Gamma had in his mouth. For me? She asked teasingly as it was apparent he was offering his prize to her. He was a doing a good job at keeping the expecting mothers fed within the pack while their mates were off either tracking Amy or securing the boundary lines. A rabbit is just the thing I need right now, she said as her gloved hands gently caressed her engorged stomach. Soon the pack would be full of new life and though her heart was saddened with Titania’s disappearance, she had no doubt in her mind the alphess would return and order would be restored.


What have you been up to brother, other than terrorizing the woodland critters within New Dawn? She asked him good naturedly as she re-dipped her sore feet into the water. Feeling large and uncomfortable was hard work. It had been some time since she trekked across the unclaimed lands with Tharin and Fayne to seek out training in fighting. Now she was no use for even hunting as her body harbored fast growing pups. Moving from point A to B was a challenge already, she couldn’t help but feel tremendously thankful her brother had happened by this way. Mustering up the energy to call on Zalia or another pack member to help her out with food would’ve proven difficult. Little did she know, the days of feeling useless would soon come to an abrupt end. Drin just couldn’t wait for her babies to arrive so she could finally move around once more.


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