Scrape Me Off The Ceiling [Abraxas Fam]

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 05-22-2017, 07:28 PM by Amon.)

Amon had been dead asleep. There were some things he took for granted, given his size and formidable stature, one of which being that he could get a good nights sleep without fear of disturbance, because who would dare? Another thing he took for granted was that if he ever assumed something, his sister would somehow prove him wrong. Her wail was enough to shake him awake right away.

He knew that her time was near, and he'd kept as close to her as he dared over the last few days. If Pyre was normally irritable, even for a fae, this pregnancy had turned her into a monster. Her nightmarish cravings and mood swings had nearly driven him to abandon all he'd ever held dear and run for the hills. Yet again, he battled the urge, but in the end surged to his feet and ran towards her at a dead sprint. Her following tirade was wince-worthy, and he cast a nervous glance around, having never truly grown out of the puplike impression of their father's omnipresence. "The Fallen God is feeling devious tonight, I think," he mused as he approached her. The smell of pain radiated from her body, making his pelt prickle. "What do you need?"

He saw a small, ashen grey-brown body nestled into her side, but she was obviously straining with another. How many children would their God grace her with, he wondered? He considered going to get her something to clamp down on, but before he could rise a final slimy form slid out onto the earth. He gave a slight gasp, barely audible, and he noticed his sister pause as well. Quickly she began to clean the young one off and her brilliant coat was revealed in full. While a bit dull yet, it was obvious that this was no natural wolf. He had taken his sister's story of bedding a fire spirit as pure myth, but... Well. It was not in his nature to admit fault, but damn if he was going to have a hard time explaining this away.

Caught between jealousy and astonishment, his chest swelled anyways. Two more strong, healthy pups for the Abraxas name. His sister named the girl Asharya. He realized he must have missed the naming of the first youngling, but he would ask her later... When she was not so strained. "Where is my treat?" She demanded, and Amon chuckled despite himself at her exhausted good humor. He tipped his head back and let loose a mighty and joyous howl, beckoning their family to come and meet the newest members of their clan. Once Pyre was supervised he would set out and find her a meal, but he felt uneasy leaving a weakened mother and two newborn pups unattended, even if he knew his sister would be as ferocious in protecting her young as a mother grizzly. "I will go find you whatever you like here in a moment." He was feeling uncharacteristically warm and cheerful, but could you blame him? Even though they were not his children he swelled with pride... And made a note to drag out more details of this 'spirit' at a later date.
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