fleeting innocence

Hannibal was suddenly taken out of his state of shock as Deathbelle cried out for him. Pink and blue eyes fluttered with blinking lids as he came to. The feeling of his mate struggling and pressing herself against him in desperation for comfort made him lean down and kiss her cheek suddenly. Iolaire moved a flagon of tea towards him and the male did as instructed. Ensuring Belle was tended to first, Hannibal tilted the flagon towards her muzzle in aim to allow Belle to take a few laps at the liquid if she desired. As she finished Hannibal moved to take a few laps at the tea himself. He hoped Iolaire was right and it would soothe him even in the slightest.

Tingles ran down the beasts spine as he witnessed the sight of their son enter the world. The boy was adorned with black and white fur that represented their mighty bloodline. A small smiled slipped across his lips as it's mother leaned against it's father. Deathbelle panted forth a name which made Hannibal nod gently. A good strong name for a large and seemingly healthy pup.

As much as Hannibal wanted to cuddle his Empress and their child he knew their war was not over. Soon, after Belle breathlessly spoke, their second pup came into the world. Beneath the layer of birth was inky black fur with only the slightest bit of white on his tiny face. The smile remained on Hannibal's lips as he awaited for the cry that would come soon after Iolaire did some cleaning. Finally the father had the will to speak and offered a name for the youngling, "Incubus Thorn Klein." Another strong name for their second born.

With a palpable sense of pride Hannibal leaned down to press his muzzle against Deathbelle's neck. "You are so incredibly strong, my flower." A pause with a hidden tear running down Hannibal's cheek. "This battle will soon be over and we shall relish in it's rewards."