The youth had found solitude beneath the modified roots of a large willow, the naturally engraved den-like entrance beneath the tree had been more than enticing to the expectant mother; not much effort had been required to make it worthy as temporary housing for the life that now squirmed wrathfully within her womb. She would sit at the entrance, nostrils quivering as she remained aware of any potential menace, the helpless situation she could feel growing heavier within her abdomen would be enough to put her on edge, a rising hatred for the pain the tiny creatures would inflict beginning to tap mercilessly at her mind. Jaws would be thrust athwart, searching desperately for contact with her lower stomach, gnawing mercilessly at the contractions of muscle that would send ruthless jolts of pain ricocheting her cadaver. She would presume her mate lingered somewhere near, though hoped, for both their sakes that he would allow her her isolation; the helplessness she felt, strangling her airways, paralysing her core, was enough to encourage a sense of hatred for the pregnancy that had arrested her for so long. It would not take much stimulation for the woman to snap at toothless beings, shredding their good intentions with aggravated jaws.

She would attempt to wrestle the seize of nature with desperate incisors, raking them mercilessly across conceited ribs, grazing her skin until it would pain her enough to change site. Frequently now, her spine would arch in involuntary waves of pushing, a screech of pain echoing feminine maw as liquid would begin to pool beneath her; a flooding of pale fluid that would announce the arrival of the first babe. Hesitantly, reluctantly, the russet queen would retreat beneath the confines of her den; crouched uncomfortably beneath the surface as the first sign of life would be forced from her body, wriggling within the pallid encasing of its brew. She would feel it for a few moments between her limbs, it?s squirming growing weaker as it struggled for oxygen; though the first-time mother could do no more than watch, perhaps unaware of her required actions, or too distracted by the continuous waves that still rocketed her pelvis.

Barely moments later and another squirming creature would drop alongside the other, now immobile and lifeless, though this time she had learnt; and quickly the youth would reach between her forelimbs, licking free the pale sack that enveloped her child, unravelling the crying being from its encasing as it writhed helplessly at her feet. A sense of custody would begin to flurry the two year olds chest, expanding beneath her ribs as she looked upon the russet marked child with liability, heed. And carefully she would give in to the requirements of mother-nature, lowering her elbows to the earth and rolling to her side as the babe would search eagerly for its first feast; the nudging and tickling an irritable sensation the lady would need to get used to before appreciating.

The birth would leave as quickly as it had arrived; and surrounding the woman would be her first spawn, five of them vigorous, representations of future magnificence, grateful for the perfected incest that had formerly created them. The lifeless child would be pushed athwart by a half-hearted hind limb, no pain felt for its loss as the young mother would lie, exhausted, allowing her offspring the fortune of self-decision, assisting nobody in their conquest of life, but rather allowing the babes to path their own success. The strong would live, and that was all that mattered to the vixen. Silently, pale eyes would begin to flicker, only the whining of new life to be heard as the recently departed alphess would attempt to recover her body, impatience writhing her intellect though unapparent within her motionlessness.


ooc; for all syros pups! presuming there are five, any who don't reply will die I suppose.

Ripped and released into the world would Meinx be born, inhaling and exhaling her first breath would she shudder, taken away from her old home for all those months. the world was a prison, a cage with our own thoughts whisking us away from reality, and for the whelp, it was an awakening. With a struggle would she fight her way to be fed, for the warmth to fill the belly, having the liquid seep down the gullet for the very first time, not caring for the world about her siblings, not yet anyway. Only the strongest survive. It was summer, the air was calm. Warm as it presses against the flesh. curling into the shape of her mothers position would she rest, building up strength isn't an easy thing to do, with the help of the ex royals would she become strong, lustful and loyal to those who deem worthy. To take power one day in the grasp of a paw.

The skin was dark, an earthly colour that mother nature has so kindly given, tracing the entire body with a coffee grained pelting. The incest between two siblings have created the 'perfect' children, where others will either look down upon or admire. Before long the young child would find the ebony lips to the prize once again, and carry on from where she last finished. Greedy wasn't even a big enough word to describe Meinx, if she could devour whatever her mother had then she would, withought second thoughts.

With a whimper would the whelp move about the best that she possibly could, to keep the small tiara against the mothers sagged belly. Feeling a sibling at each side began to grow as a comfort to the young Meinx, not a nuisance. With a last struggle Of twisting and turning she was off, sleeping next to her family as a whole, for the first time in another world. It all still remained as dark as the night, not yet able to see or even hear anything.

[ No table, ill make one as soon as I can, ill be on holiday for two weeks so in my absence Meinx shouldn't go inactive, I think I left a post explaining:)]

Quietly she?d brewed in darkness, content by the closeness she felt with the things this world had felt fit to give to her. She nursed from the womb, stealing sustenance selfishly from her mother, enough to make her size swell. Vyvienne was a giant, squished in amongst other children and content in taking all she could. However, it would seem that this simple beginning was not going to last. She was expelled into a world far more vile and disgusting than the one in which she was created, a proud result of a heated night of lust and incestual desire. Of course, she knew none of this. She was a babe, fragile and weak compared to most things in nature, but strong and hefty for her kind.
She moved against her mother, claiming her place at her teat and drinking in nourishment as she had within the walls of the womb. She concerned herself first with her own hunger, and then with the growing number of siblings pressed against her. Vyvienne pressed close, knowing this was her world, and wishing to dominate it as best her blind, deaf, wriggling form could. This was what was hers, after all; her mother and her siblings. She knew not of her father yet, but upon knowing him he would become hers as well.
She did not wish to give into the weakness that called upon her, the fatigue that demanded she sleep. And yet she did not cry in frustration; she was a silent babe, perhaps somewhat concerning to her parents. But she was fine, healthy, simply uncertain why making a big fuss was necessary. Instead she decided to fade into oblivion, allowing sleep to overcome her hulking frame and contentment to come over her. She would wake and eat soon, and further learn about the world gifted to her, the world that was hers and the family that was also hers.

From the crooked and unnatural relationship betwixt littermates would the malfunction truly manifest, distorted not physically but stricken with diseased mannerisms as the misfortunate and predictable punishment for the unorthodox sins of her creators who were more than aware of their crimes, but simply undaunted by the impending results. But the deed had been carried out with little regard towards the affects and the hellion had been spawned, developing as any fetus would within the confines of her mother's womb, surrounded by the remaining products of incestual lust that would escape the merciless clutches of the mental illness that would forever plague the brindled babe -- a penalty for a crime she did not commit. Even still, none would come to recognize the slip in her genetic coding before it was too late and she became a brazen and unstoppable force, fueled only by the unjustifiable and instinctual drive to wreak havoc upon whichever poor soul fell within the premises of her focal point, forever tainted.



Involuntarily would her minuscule form writhe with the contractions of her mother as she was expelled from the only haven she had ever come to recognize, greeting the warmth of the summer air with jagged breaths as her mother's tongue rid her flesh of the remnants from the womb. Whines of discomfort would vacate her gaping jaws as pangs of hunger wracked her tiny body, soothed slightly by the encouragement provided by her mother as well as the competitive wriggling of the surfaced siblings beside her, forcing her to give into the peer pressure they offered as well as instinct while she thrust her tiny form towards the sole supply of nourishment. The child's cries would only subside as her inky lips latched onto her mother's teat, suckling greedily at the fluid it provided and sighing with comfort as its warmth surged through her abdomen, silencing the babe if only for that singular moment.

The pressure around her wouldn't cease until she was expelled into world, falling in between her siblings, tiny lungs burning with new oxygen, an unhappy cry spilling from her jaws. Foreign materials touched her newborn flesh. The unyielding earth, her mothers thick pelt, the warmth of summer air. She didn't understand this new world that she was forced into, forced to live in now, she simply wanted the warmth and protection of her previous home within her mothers womb, not to be exposed to all kinds of unknown dangers. Crawling blindly, she was forced to find her own way, to find her siblings and take her place amongst them. It went unnoticed that their mother left them to figure it out on their own, newborn or not. Only the strongest would survive.

Tucked away against her mother side she nursed, suckling to get the precious nourishment she needed to survive. It was survival of the fittest in this cruel world. Little she know she would grow up to be something great, greater than either of her parents. For the moment she lived innocently, na?ve to the path she would walk, following in her parents foot steps.

Exhaustion swept over her, calling her name, beckoning her to simply relax and let sleep take over. She obliged for the moment, allowing all her cries and movements to cease. She found her place amongst her siblings, within their mothers careful embrace, drifting off into a world of sleep and dreams. Protected by her family and oblivious tot the world, sleep claimed the newborn babe, carrying her off to a dreamless world.

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A smart man did not near a woman in her heat, did not dare venture towards her when her children had only recently entered the world. Such an action would only make his imminent death a certain thing. And so, the red king would linger, far from her, far from his spawn, watching, waiting. When things had settled, in days, he would turn himself before them to grant them each names, to take them to their home. Though, this was all for future things to come, he was waiting, bathing in the moment. His children would be strong or they would die. It was safe to say he cared little, and yet he cared greatly. He yearned for each of them to achieve success, and thus his own arrogance and need for domination would be demanded up them. He expected no less than leaders. Than perfect children at each other's beck and call. They still had yet to earn their names. For now their precious maman would take care of them.

A vicious growl would rip free of his lungs, erupting from his scarred muzzle. Vehemence and his only call to let her know that he was aware of what had happened. He, however, would only wait, and at dusk he would find her food, find her nourishment. She had gotten...fat. Thus, he expected many children of the large caliber. Hopefully, he would not be disappointed.

"Speech!".