Philippians 4:13 [birth]

Dea had been walking forever it felt like. She was tired of feeling so melodramatic, even going so far as to mourn the absence of Archon after only a few hours of separation. Why was she so needy?

Growling to herself, Dea moved along the edges of the pack borders through the woods of Cryer's Ravine. It seemed a fitting name, and as she walked through the trees, Dea grew curious. She dared not to go into what the others referred to as the palace, but she would one day.

Instead, the demonic woman made her way to the opposite side of the ravine, having picked an old bear den as her own. No sooner than she stepped inside did Dea begin to feel the faintest of labor pains. It grew in intensity until she was sure she knew what was going on. She didn't want to bother the others as it was the middle of the night and chilly, but she needed Archon there at least. Tilting her head back, the demon howled for her heart by name, knowing he would get to her as fast as he could.

(Ooc: bleh tis crap but it's a start xD healers welcome!)