ooc;; Nova then pups. Won't be calling anyone.

She was living in a womb of reefer, drifting in and out of consciousness. This had to be her most brilliant idea ever, eating the cannibis to help reignite her hungar and quell her unsettled stomach. The second half of her pregnant had been easy, living in her den mostly cuddling Nova and then jabbing him instantly for food. She was always hungry. Other then that she simply slept 90% of the time. Maybe pregnancy wasn't that bad. At least that's what she thought until a searing pain ripped through her stomach, arching like white hot fire through her spine and settling in a tight ball at the base of her skull. Immediatly wild red eyes would fly open, startled and shocked though no sound would come out at first. She would glance around nervously only to find Nova. What time was it? She looked outside and it was pitch black, what time was it? Another searing pain and immediately she knew. It was time. She would flip away from Nova, laying so she was on her side with paws facing Nova. Hind paws kicked at him and she groaned and wrapped her paws around her belly. She would not speak, eyes screwed shut and teeth clenched. "Nova... It's time..." She whimpered, wanting nothing more then for these foul creatures to begone from her belly.

The Merle brute was rather content with just relaxing, having no one to bother him or nag at him. And well, these past few months had been rather amusing and frightening. Dione looked like a big green melon who seemed to just be hibernating for the whole pregnancy, though it was rather intimidating that Dione could jab him with her horns at any moment, perhaps as punishment for putting her through this. Though, the relaxing vibe the green nymph had given of didn't last much longer. The sudden shifting would make Novaro's triangular ears twitch, before she really seemed to be getting uncomfortable. Nova would move his crown slightly of the ground, until the forced words would slip her ebony lips. He would quickly raise to his paws, giving her space, though staying close enough so she knows he'll be there to support her. " Should i call someone? Get some herbs... Cannabis? ooo! ooo! Do you want more food?" He would tilt his crown, not really understanding the concept that she may very well be in a lot of pain and that he should probably stop blabbing as much as he was.

He would wake when she shifted, groggy at first but then snapoing to attention as soon as she spoke, panicking slightly and all she could do was groan, clutching her stomach further as she pressed her face into the ground. "No one else! I don't need anyone to judge me when I kick these fuckers in a river for ruining my body..." Words were hissed between clenched teeth, shoulders rolling as she kicked a bind leg out violently behind her and flipped her tail out and another contraction racked her swollen frame. She wanted all of this over now! "Babies, canibis then food. Ready for this?" She asked between pants as she looked at him.

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Heat, blessed heat, and contact with... something. It was so wonderful, and then the pressure began. He did not understand, could not understand. What in existence, what in his existence... He had nothing to base his understanding on. He was so limited, and then it was cold. Squalling, the boy entered the world. It was a horrible thing, if he had been of the capacity to understand. But he could not, did not, and by instinct was driven forward. Milk, sweet and warm, but he could not see. Yet there it was, a teat. He latched on with strength ferocious for his size and age, still feeble once all things were considered. He was content, if cold and damp, but he had arrived. "Talk" "You" Think

The impossibly bright green girl would know nothing but contentment up until that day, of course she would stretch and begin to grow cramped, but life was perfect within that dark safe place. Eyes and ears completely ignorant to the world she would feel a difference in feeling as her world began to squeeze and contract, forcing her closer to her unborn siblings until finally the first would be released. For a moment the unborn pup would feel a sense of relief, until she was brought into the cold openness of the outside world. As she was cleaned and released she would not cry despite the conditions she now found herself in. The feeling on a tongue on her back would cause her to squirm, the feeling in her belly becoming more uncomfortable by the second. The only noise she would make were little puppy grunts as she tried to wiggle towards the scent of milk and the feeling of warmth. It was unlikely that during the next month she would become much louder, or easier to please. ""

From the womb to the outside world, something the tiny child would never understand until his dying day. What was love, how could it make other little beings such as him? He would never look at children and want them. He would never look at a woman and see how her beautiful eyes sparkled in the sunlight.  But love is what brought him here, right? After coming to the colder region, though not really having a feeling on whether his disliked it or cared, he wouldn't do as his other two siblings. He remained where he was, not going to the milk and not trying to find a warm body to lay next to. Obviously he was breathing, so thinking that the puppy was dying wasn't an option as to why he didn't do what other pups should have. Even if he was lifted or pushed to grab some milk, he still wouldn't take any. but his tiny jaws would open and close slightly as if he were already there. This would be the most love he would feel in his entire life. Walk "Talk" Think

A smile would faintly touch his lips at Dione's comment, and well... did she really care that much on how others viewed her? He would have thought it was normal by now, since she has horns! " Your body doesn't look that bad..." It wasn't in perfect shape like before, but its not exactly horrendous. " Ill rate you a strong 3" He would look at the pups that'd been brought into the world. First, it was a boy- appearing to look much like Novaro and obviously the most handsome, the next would be a little girl, who looked much like her mother, though more of a vibrant green. The last would also be a boy, a mix between both parents, though he was much more quieter then Novaro would expect. Weren't pups meant to like wiggle or something? " Now Dione, no throwing them of cliffs in my absence." He would chuckle before going over to the quietest one of all, gently nudging him towards Dione in the hopes he would act more... normal? The other two seemed to be fighting for food.. and this one not at all. Was it going to be weak? " Would you like to name them, Di?"

It was a relativly easy birth as far as births went, no complications and all that was needed was a little tlc from Mother Nature. Dione would lay back, her whole body tensing and releasing with each contraction. She would not make a sound, not wanting to call attention to others. It wasn't that she worried about their opinions it was simply that she did not want to deal with them. There was a war inside of her, that mothering instinct that told her to love and care for this children and that sensible side that said that they little demons had ruined her body and they needed to pay. Nova would lay down a steady commentary, giving her a 3 and eyes would slowly slip open in an expression that she hoped would tell him that if she wasn't in the middle of pooping some kids out she would probably remove his head. It was over fairly quickly and she was left with three wriggling masses behind her. Slowly she would roll a bit, looking to prop herself on her elbows as two fought to find the warmth of her belly and milk from those disgusting overgrown teets she now bore because of them. One did not really move, simply opened and closed its mouth like a fist out of water. What the fuck was its problem. Nova would ask her not to chuck them off a cliff while he was gone and she would flash him a devious smile. "Fine, into the Rapids it is..." She would coo, leaning down to nuzzle and lick each child individually. They would know the warmth of her voice from birth, not the nasty threats. Not yet... Nova would ask if she wanted to name then and she would frow and then smile slyly. "This one will be Ganja, like the lovely drug that got me through this awful experiance. This one will be Toxin, like the poison you filled me with. And this one will be Necrosis... Who's last name should they bare?" She didn't give her reasoning for its name, not yet. Instead her expression fell as she stared at the boy that was a mix of her and her husband. Novaro... Her eyes would lift and she would look up at his orange gaze. "Do you think they will survive the winter...? That one especially...?" There was a hesitance in her voice, uncertainty as she looked back down at the tiny helpless forms she was not forced to protect.