we had it all
12-17-2019, 03:17 PM
It was time to tell Deathbelle. As much as she would have liked to keep her private life separate from the matters of the pack, she knew it was her duty as a ranked member and Belle's sister to loop her in. Even on matters of her own heart. Some time had passed since her and Bourbon had consummated her relationship and she could tell now from the changes in her body that the testing she'd done to create Belle's concoction had backfired on her. She was pregnant ahead of her own season. Luce felt strange and delicate. Knowing that she was a vessel for other creatures had made her stilted affect even more obvious. The shamyn went nowhere without looking both ways six or seven times, she rarely left the den for more than a few hours, and she had become even more obsessive over the food that she ate. Everything she consumed would go to nurture her children and so it had to be... perfect. Unspoiled. Delectable, even. She came upon Deathbelle on patrol. The empress seemed to let her feet move her without thinking - Lucretia could no longer relate to that kind of nervous energy. Even if her actions were strange and calculated, an uncommon peace surrounded her. Luce had settled into herself a little bit more. With Bourbon's help, this pregnancy wouldn't be the insurmountable body horror she had once thought while treating Deathbelle as her stomach distended and grew. Hopefully her litter would be smaller. If their respective sizes were to be given consideration, Luce expected much smaller children than Belle had birthed. They would small, manageable, healthy, and perfect. Her mind wouldn't allow for any alternatives. "belle... how are you?" she asked, offering her sister a gentle nudge on the shoulder. Like most emotional talks, she was finding it difficult to cut to the chase. She wasn't showing any obvious signs of pregnancy but anyone with half a nose might be able to discern the change in her scent. "lucretia mutters..." |