The Angels Sang A Whiskey Lullaby
06-07-2021, 02:37 AM
Gwynevere was quick to arrive, not that Aranea was thankful for it. She was thankful for the girl but she knew this wouldn’t be a very successful time for her. They had already predetermined the deaths of the pups, Aranea hadn’t remembered if she told Gwynevere directly that she would die at least shortly after the pups were born. As easy as it was for her to say, she didn’t want to say it to Gwynevere.
She asked how the contractions were, and through a labored breath Aranea spoke, "Terrible, something is wrong. But I guess we already knew that." Just as she let out her last word, she clenched again, groaning lowly with a whine through the pain. When she was able to regain herself, she took some of the motherwort but left the trillium, "I’d rather you save the trillium for someone who needs it." She insisted, but she would have taken it had Gwyn insisted more.
She laid back as another rippling pain ran through her, Gwyn lightly poked at her belly while the first pup was coming through. When it arrived, Aranea hadn’t looked at it. But it was one of the ones that had died from her overdose. It was incredibly apparent given the physical condition of the mangled and somewhat decomposed pup. Aranea hadn’t looked up because she didn’t want to see them, and she wished she could shield Gwynevere’s eyes from it.
Her breath whimpered as she breathed in, getting ready to speak but she almost didn’t want ask, "Ulric?" Tears fell instantly from her emotional pain while she asked Gwyn why he wasn’t here with only his name. She didn’t know he was outside of them den, but she wouldn’t shake the memories of both Tyranis and Allegro being there for her. And somewhere deep down, she thought that Ulric would turn around and actually care about her. At least in the final moments of her life
Aranea laid back again, waiting for the next pup to come through.
"Aranea"
She asked how the contractions were, and through a labored breath Aranea spoke, "Terrible, something is wrong. But I guess we already knew that." Just as she let out her last word, she clenched again, groaning lowly with a whine through the pain. When she was able to regain herself, she took some of the motherwort but left the trillium, "I’d rather you save the trillium for someone who needs it." She insisted, but she would have taken it had Gwyn insisted more.
She laid back as another rippling pain ran through her, Gwyn lightly poked at her belly while the first pup was coming through. When it arrived, Aranea hadn’t looked at it. But it was one of the ones that had died from her overdose. It was incredibly apparent given the physical condition of the mangled and somewhat decomposed pup. Aranea hadn’t looked up because she didn’t want to see them, and she wished she could shield Gwynevere’s eyes from it.
Her breath whimpered as she breathed in, getting ready to speak but she almost didn’t want ask, "Ulric?" Tears fell instantly from her emotional pain while she asked Gwyn why he wasn’t here with only his name. She didn’t know he was outside of them den, but she wouldn’t shake the memories of both Tyranis and Allegro being there for her. And somewhere deep down, she thought that Ulric would turn around and actually care about her. At least in the final moments of her life
Aranea laid back again, waiting for the next pup to come through.
Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger.  Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead |