It was a dark and stormy night [ BIRTH THREAD ]
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13th, just before midnight.

Knowing the exact date of a pregnancy was a tricky thing but all things considered, Neela had a good idea of when she was supposed to be due; having a short but potent heat cycle helped in that regard. Her pups should have been born two days ago.

Neela, worried and scared to begin with, was almost frantic by this point and was alternating between pacing and room and huddling up inside her den – a massive pile of furs and blankets and pillows covering nearly half the bedroom – in a scared ball. Currently she was doing the former, trying to block out the outside world.


The day had been cloudy and rainy and as it became night it had progressed to storms and thick black clouds that blocked out the stars just as their lighter cousins had the sun earlier. It was an unpleasant day by anyone’s standard but for Neela is ticked practically every box on the Bad-Luck Form that it could. Her previous sense of fear had evolved into dread and a feeling of certainty that something was going to go wrong. Tony had been long since driven from the house; whatever was going to happen, she didn’t want him to see it.


Isa was the only thing keeping her sane, as unsure as Neela had been initially about the younger woman's offer to help her with the birth, she was grateful for it now. Despite Neela’s increasingly irrational behaviour and aggression the silvery woman had stuck by her ever since Neela’s due date had come and gone with no sign of the pups emerging, doing her best to keep Neela calm.


For the moment her efforts were succeeding and Neela was huddled quietly beneath her blankets, whimpering occasionally when lightning illuminated the room outside her refuge, followed by the clap of thunder. Neela hated lightning and thunder, they were symbols of death and bad luck and the heralds of storms, which were often fatal for sailors.


A pang of pain shot through her stomach, but Neela dismissed it as a hunger pain; she hadn’t eaten for nearly a week at this point and it was past time to gorge herself following her normal diet. Then a second burst of pain, sharper this time, provoking a gasp set her straight with that notion. ”Isa!” she called out, gasping and curling up into a ball inside the blankets.

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