Count on It [puppy birthing]
02-05-2013, 11:06 PM
He had seen pain and remarkable tolerance towards it in the past few months. He had witnessed grievance at it's finest, stepped up to ward off the biddings of the world when everyone else was fighting too hard to be strong. Was it some cruel retribution they had to be? Atonement, perhaps. Why when things were at their worst did nature seem to react? The burning fumes of toxic smoke curdling in the air. Molten flames devouring everything. Alacritis had become hell. But, had they left it? No, they had merely relocated, sought out a new domain to proclaim as their own. Hopefully this time it would mean something powerfully permanent. the grey brute was roaming the lands his purpose being to find s shelter for his family. Valhalla needs would come much later. His center was Soleil, and the babes that grew within' her fat little stomach. Oh how she'd kill him if he said that out load. Pregnant people were indeed temperamental. Though, his games and personal laughter would cease, thoughts began to burn in his head as he heard his name summoned through a series of cries. Well, naturally she wasn't tough, everyone knew that, but this was something else entirely, and it didn't take the brute long to pair the fact she looked like she was gonna explode with that of the gut-wrenching sounds she commandeered. Arriving in the arena eyes glared around until he happened upon the white silhouette of his lover, immediately her pain soaked bodice made him feel ever so guilty. This was all his fault. Waiting as patiently as he could, he kept a distance, birthing mothers having a tendency not to want anyone around he would not risk having retribution wrought upon him. Though, admittedly what was happening here, was kinda cool. Speech! |
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