A CORNUCOPIA OF OPIATES
06-27-2013, 01:04 PM
raii first please, then babehs
THANK YOU SEREN ♥
Hot breath cascaded from leathery lips gone awry in rapids as the pallid wraith teetered and tottered through the thinning slush, chest heaving with each bated breath. A snarl that told of the pain seething within her inflated abdomen racked her countenance, the vehement gurgles of misery slicing through the atmosphere and disturbing the once-placid wood with unavoidable cacophony. Fate had breached its untimely decision, pleading for that of which her womb contained to escape the confines of their creator?s interior and emerge into the outside world which awaited their impending presence that only their mother could permit ? so long as she could sustain the laborious process.
Involuntarily she would comply with destiny, maneuvering with lacking poise to the secluded bed of deer pelts that had been crafted during better days for the very purpose that had warranted her presence here today. The wraith thrust her distended form upon the threshold of the chosen birthing chamber, immaculate figure coiling and writhing with serpentine motions to express her pure agony as contractions surged throughout her petite body, forcing guttural snarl after snarl to vacate her throat. Forelimbs would snake forth, dulled nails grappling the coarse pelt as the barbaric wench pulled herself beneath the exposed roots of the willow tree and into the miniscule trench previously carved to obscure herself from the view of any bystanders; a tight fit but it would work for the early phases of her whelps? lives. A howl, broken by the pain unlike that she had ever experienced before, tore free from her jaws, the call an urgent summon for the brute that sired her ? their soon-to-be young, praying he would easily locate the birthing site with the help of her incessant growls.
Pain came in torrents as the wraith began to push her young from the premises of her womb, a permanent wince plastered to her contorted visage as she expelled the whelps one by one, piercing her own lips with her incisors until she withdrew her own blood and tasted the coppery liquid at her tongue. Once the grueling process was completed, metallic eyes ? now bloodshot ? flicked towards the new additions of her new family, examining their miniscule forms with care as if her pupils would decimate them, tongue then lapping gently at their pallid fur to rid it of the remnants of their womb days that had finally drawn to a closing. Cautiously, she nudged each in the direction of her teats, a brief smile flashing across her countenance as she observed them with evident intrigue.
?Elysius,? she branded them ? her family ? her blood.
Hot breath cascaded from leathery lips gone awry in rapids as the pallid wraith teetered and tottered through the thinning slush, chest heaving with each bated breath. A snarl that told of the pain seething within her inflated abdomen racked her countenance, the vehement gurgles of misery slicing through the atmosphere and disturbing the once-placid wood with unavoidable cacophony. Fate had breached its untimely decision, pleading for that of which her womb contained to escape the confines of their creator?s interior and emerge into the outside world which awaited their impending presence that only their mother could permit ? so long as she could sustain the laborious process.
Involuntarily she would comply with destiny, maneuvering with lacking poise to the secluded bed of deer pelts that had been crafted during better days for the very purpose that had warranted her presence here today. The wraith thrust her distended form upon the threshold of the chosen birthing chamber, immaculate figure coiling and writhing with serpentine motions to express her pure agony as contractions surged throughout her petite body, forcing guttural snarl after snarl to vacate her throat. Forelimbs would snake forth, dulled nails grappling the coarse pelt as the barbaric wench pulled herself beneath the exposed roots of the willow tree and into the miniscule trench previously carved to obscure herself from the view of any bystanders; a tight fit but it would work for the early phases of her whelps? lives. A howl, broken by the pain unlike that she had ever experienced before, tore free from her jaws, the call an urgent summon for the brute that sired her ? their soon-to-be young, praying he would easily locate the birthing site with the help of her incessant growls.
Pain came in torrents as the wraith began to push her young from the premises of her womb, a permanent wince plastered to her contorted visage as she expelled the whelps one by one, piercing her own lips with her incisors until she withdrew her own blood and tasted the coppery liquid at her tongue. Once the grueling process was completed, metallic eyes ? now bloodshot ? flicked towards the new additions of her new family, examining their miniscule forms with care as if her pupils would decimate them, tongue then lapping gently at their pallid fur to rid it of the remnants of their womb days that had finally drawn to a closing. Cautiously, she nudged each in the direction of her teats, a brief smile flashing across her countenance as she observed them with evident intrigue.
?Elysius,? she branded them ? her family ? her blood.
06-28-2013, 09:08 AM
Seraphim
i?m radioactive, radioactive
The solitary brute was wandering alone through the southern portions of Alacritis when the call came. He stilled, ears perking as he listened at length. He hadn't spoken to or seen Morphine since the mating that had sent him spiraling into a darker place within himself. For the last several weeks, he had only tormented other creatures or been wholly unpleasant, his only desires to rip someone or something apart, and to see his offspring. Her call was the signal that one of his dreams would today be realized.
Seraphim's feet carried him swiftly through the trees, following the sound to its source. He came upon her as she was entering the most difficult part of her labor her face contorted in pain, her eyes becoming red with blood. His eyes scanned the area on which she lay, the ground coated in deer pelts beneath the large roots of the willow tree. She had created an impressive little birthing cave. The brute came to sit beside her shelter, verdant gaze narrowly focused on hers - the only comfort he felt that he could offer. Seraph felt some sympathy for the dame, recognizing that the physical pain she was enduring would be unlike any he would feel in his lifetime, but such was the curse of being a mother.
It seemed that it was over as soon as it had begun for him. The tiny forms had finally emerged from her womb into their little world beneath the roots, and Seraphim found himself smiling for the first time in weeks. He focused his gaze on the pups, seemingly unable to look away. Finally, something he had dreamed of had come to fruition. He had children to care for, with a mother who expected nothing from him. While it wasn't under ideal circumstances, it had still come to pass and that was enough for him. Sparing a glance at Morphine, he gave his little congratulations.
They're perfect.
Tagged: Morphine and babies <3
06-30-2013, 10:15 PM