All You who are Weary and Heavy Laden

The dame of an ivory pelt stumbled through the lands of Ser... what was its name? Why couldn't she remember? The voices were relentless:God damn it Ghost! Focus! Let the poor dear sleep! Look at her she's exhausted! And swollen with life! Bastard pups! She will kill them she will! Ha! If she even makes it to term, she's flesh and bone now! Her abdomen looks like something from a cartoon! She pawed at her cranium, gouging scratches into the already scabbed over flesh, she cried, a soft, barely there whine that ripped from her larynx against her will. She wanted them to stop. Please, please, please make it stop. They wouldn't of course, they offered her no quarter, no mercy. The voices pressed upon her like a plague and that fucking healer was intent on saving her. Why? Why did she have to fight this?

She was walking somewhere, she couldn't remember why or where, why had she stood? Why had she risen? Why was she alone? That god damned healer was usually cramming one herb or another down her throat, forcing her to eat drink, take medicine. She wanted to snap her snout in two, she wanted to stop trying. She wanted this suffering to end, she wanted her mind to stop breaking! A violent cough racked her form and her legs trembled, bowing beneath her and she hit the ground with a dull thump, blood trickling from her parted maw. For an instant, a split second the noise in her head went utter still and she could remember, could see everything with a perfectly clarity.

She loved Segar, it was his pups that she carried within the whole of her womb. She was a countess of Seracia? Or so the King had not demoted her yet, although she couldn't fathom why. She was mad, utterly insane and her body was just twisting in a macabre way to match her mind. He should kill her. The pups would be better off not seeing daylight. A pack meeting had been called, she was trying to pull her broken body too it, wherever it may be. On will alone, she forced her body to stand and she trembled beneath the weight of the pups and the lack of nutrition her body had received. She was dying, slowly but surely she was dying.

She made it, at least to the point where she was in range and in sight. She let her legs give out beneath her and she hit the earth with a dull and resounding thump. It was clear she was with pup and only barely had she managed to take the force of the impact to her chest rather than her belly. Her ribs suctioned her flesh against them with every breath she took and her legs were naught but sticks beneath her. Her face, gaunt and sunken in. She had never quite appeared like her namesake as she did now. She had her mind, it was her own... again. For how long, she knew not, when she was dismissed she would attempt to find food. If she died it wouldn't matter, but she was fighting for the life that grew within her body and they needed nourishment... but she keep this random bout of sanity? Could she maintain it once again?

She succeeded in remaining unnoticed. The Kings gaze barely dusted upon her crumpled form, if he had at all acknowledged her. His words reached her, and she did her best to listen, treaties and alliances... they were for the alpha and the beta not for the peasants like her. She would have no reason to be a part of such discussion. She stayed silent, keeping to her namesake, all she wished was to be dismissed, and hopefully... live long enough to birth these pups. Segar deserved that, at least.