moonstone daydreams

It was some time before the sire to her new children arrived. The crunch of snow beneath his massive paws was impossible to miss, even over the howl of the wind outside. Instinctively she curled her paws around the bundles at her belly, eyes narrowing suspiciously. The male called, deep and resonating, for others. The children mewled and squirmed. Their fear tightened in her chest, and she was ready to fight anyone who might threaten the pups. Why did he do this? Who was he summoning? Very real fear claimed her, that perhaps she had misjudged him. Here she was, laid up with newborns and struggling with exhaustion, and he called others to where she had worked so hard to find a safe place to keep them? A low growl shook her chest. There were others with him, walking delicately. He poked his ebony marked head into view, expression calm. "Is it okay for me and my children to come and meet our newest family members?"

A tiny golden child tumbled past his forelegs, giddy and far from threatening. The tension in her shoulders dared to loosen only a little. Another plodded into view, the pair wandering into the den with little care or fear. Soft breath wheezed forth from her lips, head shaking lightly. "Please, Mr. Morningstar, come in." She murmured. To the little ones, she said "Careful, chlidren." Not too late afterwards, their father introduced them. "The golden one is Micah, and the white one is Forfax. They are two of my now eight minus one children. their mother has left them to my care alone, not wishing for any children ever. I am hoping that ours can grow with them if that is okay by you."

Taken aback, she glanced down at the three who suckled greedily at her belly. "I do not know if I can feed five mouths, Mr. Morningstar." She murmured, lowering her crown to nuzzle across the backs of the children. They were so beautiful, she was utterly awed. In regards to who he had summoned, she finally found an answer. "Should others that bear my mask or scent come, know they are my other elder children and likely come to help guard you and aid however they can. Beezelbub will be the largest, Mammon and Leviathan the two that could be yin and yang twins and Sathanus is the darkest. They are the only ones i know are here in Boreas to date." He told her, making a point to lingering near the entrance of the den.

She was too tired to care. This was too much to deal with right now. Her focus had turned back to her new brood, and their wellbeing. Elder children and pups she hadn't birthed just now were beyond her. "They still need names," She murmured, lovingly snuffling at the downy fur of the smallest. When she disturbed the babe, she cried out feebly. "Ничего себе, все в порядке." She crooned softly. Nudging her small form in between the other, larger pups, she made sure warmth was not a concern. She had made very little noise, and was smaller than the others. It was worrying. She needed a mighty name, to lend her strength and let her grow big like the others. "Dominika Elizaveta." she said resolutely. Loosely translated, this child was close to the gods, donning their strength through naming.

The biggest of the bunch, swathed in darker colours, was next. Only time would tell what she would truly look like, but Lirika would love her no less. A tender kiss was applied to her itty bitty crown. "Darya Ilari." The name was easy to bestow upon this child, even in her delirium. Darya, loosely translated to the common tongue, meant positivity. A child of purity and goodness, blessed by the gods. Let none of her family impose their old time hatred upon this sweet babe. Ilari was a diminutive, meaning cheerful. Naming children was supposed to imbue the traits one desired from their children, be they good or bad. She only wanted good things for her brood.

The last one, second born, was the child blessed by Svarog. Pale as the fresh snow outside. "Divo Sveta." she called this one; a marvelous star. Divo was the word to mean marvel, and she chose not to alter it in favour of femininity. Somewhere in her travels she had learned that being called a diva was not positive. Sveta was the name for a child of the stars, and she wanted to pay homage to her estranged brother Svetovid as well. She had been gifted healthy children, and no stillborns. Now her attention turned to their father. Mercury gaze fell upon him, and she smiled. "They are beautiful." She said, and finally let herself lie down again. "You are welcome to stay here, Mr. Morningstar. For now, I think I'll rest." She said softly, sighing with contentment. The worst of it was over, and now she was free to sleep, knowing she was safe here.