Counting Crows [Loki Birthing Thread]
06-17-2013, 11:40 PM
Loki's emerald eyes were sealed off from the rest of the world, the dame was fat, swollen, remarkably so, even when she had given birth to Thor's brode she had not grown so heavy, although this time she was fairly certain it was due to an extra amount of whelps. Thor had bred her once. Nnoitra had bred her again and again and again, to ensure she would grow thick with his offspring and grown remarkably swollen she had. She could barely walk, much less perform any other mundane task. It irked her, made her testy, not vicious, not violent, but frustrated. Loki was a creature that needed mental stimulation, she didn't thrive well on complete solitude and yet... Emerald oculars snapped open as an uncomfortable rippling of her abdominal muscles rumbled across her bodice. She grunted, head careening to lick the morning moisture from her pelt when a much sharper, much more searing pain crunched through her. She knew that fucking pain. Emerald oculars blew wide and her jaws splayed wide in a silent cry. Eyes snapping open, hollowed emerald orbs sought her empty den before a scream, a bellow ripped across Tortuga as the pain laid her flat in the dirt, nostrils flaring, legs paddling with the effort of expelling her soon to be litter. It carried a singular name... Nnoitra. Speech, |