A CORNUCOPIA OF OPIATES

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


Hot breath cascaded from leathery lips gone awry in rapids as the pallid wraith teetered and tottered through the thinning slush, chest heaving with each bated breath. A snarl that told of the pain seething within her inflated abdomen racked her countenance, the vehement gurgles of misery slicing through the atmosphere and disturbing the once-placid wood with unavoidable cacophony. Fate had breached its untimely decision, pleading for that of which her womb contained to escape the confines of their creator?s interior and emerge into the outside world which awaited their impending presence that only their mother could permit ? so long as she could sustain the laborious process.


Involuntarily she would comply with destiny, maneuvering with lacking poise to the secluded bed of deer pelts that had been crafted during better days for the very purpose that had warranted her presence here today. The wraith thrust her distended form upon the threshold of the chosen birthing chamber, immaculate figure coiling and writhing with serpentine motions to express her pure agony as contractions surged throughout her petite body, forcing guttural snarl after snarl to vacate her throat. Forelimbs would snake forth, dulled nails grappling the coarse pelt as the barbaric wench pulled herself beneath the exposed roots of the willow tree and into the miniscule trench previously carved to obscure herself from the view of any bystanders; a tight fit but it would work for the early phases of her whelps? lives. A howl, broken by the pain unlike that she had ever experienced before, tore free from her jaws, the call an urgent summon for the brute that sired her ? their soon-to-be young, praying he would easily locate the birthing site with the help of her incessant growls.


Pain came in torrents as the wraith began to push her young from the premises of her womb, a permanent wince plastered to her contorted visage as she expelled the whelps one by one, piercing her own lips with her incisors until she withdrew her own blood and tasted the coppery liquid at her tongue. Once the grueling process was completed, metallic eyes ? now bloodshot ? flicked towards the new additions of her new family, examining their miniscule forms with care as if her pupils would decimate them, tongue then lapping gently at their pallid fur to rid it of the remnants of their womb days that had finally drawn to a closing. Cautiously, she nudged each in the direction of her teats, a brief smile flashing across her countenance as she observed them with evident intrigue.


?Elysius,? she branded them ? her family ? her blood.