Hurt

The female was late in giving birth, and she could sense that. Her body ached, and the process had begun… Each contraction that shook her scared the woman. This whole birthing process was wrong. Marina was scared… she felt almost sick. In sensing that the process was going to begin she’d sent the boys to get something for her pain. Plus she didn’t want Chasm to be there when she began giving birth. She shivered a little, trying to get comfortable as the contractions began to worsen. Her swollen stomach was ready to release the children into the world… for better or worse.

The female shifted a little, feeling a contraction worse than the others take over her form. She shuddered, bracing herself for the process to come. The first pup was no easy matter to give birth to. It took her a good ten minutes, pushing for all she was worth, to finally bring the child into the world. When she did Marina shuddered, turning behind her to look at the little one. Her color was light, so light in fact it was hard to tell the different colors that marked her coat. There were varying shades of white it seemed, but no different as Marina cleaned her newest child. A little girl… a good sized one at that.

“My daughter…” Marina whispered softly. What sort of child was  the youth going to grow to be? There was little time for thinking, for the next two pups, easier to come than their sister, were born a few minutes later. Two males… both with seemingly natural colored markings. “Ochitsu.” Marina named the lighter of the pair. The second one she mulled over for a moment longer, frowning. “Azazel.” It seemed a fitting name for a child of Satan… she shuddered.

The came the fourth set of contractions and before long Marina gave birth to another girl. The colors on her back were already beginning to show thanks to how vibrant they’d be as she aged. Definitely her daughter, Marina thought to herself with a sad smile. She worked on cleaning this pup too, believing herself to be done. Now all she had to do was wait for the boys… maybe call a healer or something… She wasn’t sure what would be the best action. She'd mull over the name of her last child a little bit before deciding.