could you not? {{ birthing
She had almost forgotten the pain she had dealt with the last time she had given birth. Of course, that was her first time...so she had been all the more horrified and frightened by the pain. This time she knew...however, it was only knowing what was ahead of her. Horrid pain, and then her beautiful children. If...they were delivered alive, that was. But she had faith. She could feel, even when they were in her womb, their liveliness. Their tiny, beating little hearts. The slight bit of hope brought a slight calmness upon her, until another agonizing contraction racked through her. She thrashed herself against the dirt and let out pained whines, her ears pricking and her troubled gaze brightening as her husband arrived. Bass...finally. Her beloved...he always knew how to make her relax. Despite obviously being less pregnant than before, the contractions weren't as bad as last time. But they were so long and agonizing...and she couldn't manage to find the breath to push, even with Bass singing sweetly at her side. She tried to relax her breathes, in, and then out. But when more contractions came rolling in, she totally abandoned the strategy, and returned to panicked breathes and pained thrashing against the ground. This was horrible. The pain, it wasn't as severe, but it was so long...like dying slowly. Her head was growing light, and she felt like she'd black out any moment. Of course, until her son arrived. She lifted her head, his aroma and voice calming her almost as much as Bass' did. She couldn't quite see him, due to her vision becoming blurred with pain and exhaustion. But she knew he was there. An uneasy smile threaded through her lips. "Starling, mio caro figlio..." She whispered through breathes, attempting to nuzzle him, put pulling back as pain exploded in her abdomen. She whined, pulling her legs into her stomach, biting into her tongue and feeling her head grow light once more. She couldn't handle this...it was too much for her tiny self. How was she able to give birth to five pups before?! Why wasn't it that easy this time?! Wren dug her claws into the dirt, her tail folding beneath her trembling legs. When he offered her the herbs, it took her a moment to get them into her mouth. But once she did, she chewed frantically, ignoring the bitter taste. While she did this, she trained her breathes, trying her best to steady herself. Really, this was horrible. The worst pain in her life, and she still wondered deep into the back of her mind why this was so difficult, and why it was so hard for her to breath calmly. Her vision continued to blur, and she whimpered loudly, her ears falling back lazily. She was going to black out, wasn't she? She was already so exhausted...and these pups were still inside of her. Tears began to form around her eyes, and she gritted her teeth, feeling the presence of another around her. Harmony. She explained the method, and Wren attempted it, managing to calm herself. But just slightly. "Così...fiero..." She whispered, nodding slowly to the sudden question that had come from Harmony. Could she do this...? "Burn Baby Burn" |