A CORNUCOPIA OF OPIATES

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


The brute had manifested within the birthing chamber, drawing near to her side in silence while she writhed in pain, seizing the opportunity to witness the birth of their hellspawn. He had provided little to no comfort during the grievous process, and yet, she had suspected nothing more from him due to the fact that they had agreed upon a ?no strings attached? relationship, averting her gaze from his own as she pushed the young from her womb and cleansed their pallid fur, disregarding his presence entirely as she dealt with her motherly duties. Once all three whelps had attached themselves to her teats and had been titled accordingly, her mercury gaze drew level with the ideal sire, any emotions she had previously experienced detonated as a vagueness crept across her countenance, triangular ears peeling from their position pasted to her crown as he commented lightly. Pupils drifted back to the minuscule forms of their children as she contemplated his accusations, a frown caressing her features as she realized his claim had been false; they were not perfect ? not yet.


Digits flexed as she pondered what would make the whelps perfect, metallic eyes flashing with thrill as she breached her final decision, angling her jaws in towards her chest cavity and allowing them to slacken as her bleached incisors pierced beneath her flesh. Her self-mutilation caused blood to seep from the minor puncture wounds, tainting her otherwise pristine coat a deep crimson in the areas she had penetrated. She allowed the liquid to flow freely, then bringing her forepaw to press against the wounds until her pawpads had been dipped in her own blood, causing a coy grin to flicker across her visage as she observed the grotesque sight. Once she was satisfied with the amount of blood coating her paw, she gently caressed her children?s skulls with it, smearing the liquid across their foreheads in the shape of a jagged ?E? for their surname, visibly branding them. She succumbed to the eerie silence that had befallen the interior of their den, pupils never straying from the wriggling forms of her whelps with her fascination.


?Now they are perfect,? she muttered softly.