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*Epiphron* · 08-14-2013, 05:26 PM

Loccian arrived then. Only briefly did the woman come into view, as she peered up at her from barely parted lids. Despite how she was somewhat unfamiliar with her, the presence of two healers comforted her immensely. Her children would be brought safely into the world, and she was sure of it. Another whimper left her pursed lips, and she jumped slightly at Maverick's touch. He answered Loccian's question, but she offered a slow nod of her own. The waves of pain were becoming more frequent and unrelenting.

All she could do was clench her jaw and tense her body, riding out the contractions as best as she could. Epiphron was beyond grateful for her husband's presence, certain she could not do this without him. 'You are doing beautifully,' he assured her, and she bore her fangs, snarling softly -- not directed at him, but a desperate plea to control the pain that seemed like it might never end. She swore she could feel the pups inside her wriggling, struggling desperately to escape the womb that was no longer large enough for any of them.

How long passed, she was not sure. Just when the pain seemed impossible to bear any longer, when the Queen felt certain she would lose consciousness, something amazing began to happen. A cry left her lips, far louder than she had anticipated, as she began to give birth. She readied herself, taking slow, deep breaths, knowing if she began to panic that her children would be suffering just as much as she. Despite the pain, she would be brave for them, and persevere.

A large amount of pressure was relieved from her lower half as she felt a single child be born. Another whimper left her throat as she pressed firmly into Maverick, wanting so badly for this to end. A large boy with brown fur and a half-red face, and sea green eyes. Briefly she glanced at him, ensuring he was okay. She felt a surge of emotion, wanting badly to cradle the precious chubby pup and never let him go, but she could feel more pushing and writhing to escape. "Quintus," she murmured into Maverick's fur. The next was considerably smaller ... a girl. A scrawny thing with white fur like her own, with a russet face ... like Maverick. Like her sister, and Azalea too. "Amalia." And the last was the smallest, a pleasant-colored boy with cream and light red fur. All of them were gorgeous -- she could tell, even between gritted teeth and half-parted lids. Exhausted, she sighed and heaved herself slightly closer to Maverick, curling to cradle the babies as they scurried, blind and dumb, to suckle at her belly. Maverick could name the last boy -- she was too tired to utter another word.

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