ardent

Sing a Song of Mourning

[birth & likely death thread]



Kairi

Somnium

age
9 Years
gender
Female
gems
51
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
147
player
Dragon Mod

Valentines 2020Trick 2019
07-28-2022, 12:44 AM


She was returning to her temporary den in the alcove where Ardyn and the other healers had encouraged her to stay. Her paws were weary, aching from the weight of the pups she was carrying. She was close to the time when they would arrive, but the only question was, when? Ares had been informed of her pregnancy prior to her coming to Valhalla, and she planned on meeting him again after the pups were born and able to walk so he could meet them. She had no intentions of keeping them away from their sire. After all, she hated that her mother had up and abandoned her in her younger years. It wouldn't be fair to do that to these innocent lives...though she had no plans of abandoning them either. She would leave it up to Ares and the pups to decide if they wanted a relationship with each other. Regardless of her lack of a relationship with him.

She gently laid down upon the bed of furs in her den. Bi-colored gaze fluttering closed for a nap. She was tired...more tired than usual, and her steps had been sluggish earlier. Though she attributed it to her just being tired from carrying around the extra weight. And the age, of course. Her father had been sluggish when he got up there in old age, too.

She had been asleep for...well...she wasn't sure how long, but she was suddenly woken up by a sharp pain in her side as her body felt like it was tightening up. She woke up with a sharp gasp-turned-whine, ears folding back as she startled with pain. Out of instinct, she tried to stand. But the pain got worse when she tried to do so, and she ended up back among the furs as another wave of pain came on suddenly. Her body was contracting, and within the first couple of waves, she felt a strange warmth on her hind end, followed by the scent of blood. Alarm and panic shot through her, and when she looked, her rear legs and the furs there were getting soaked with dark red blood. Heart hammered hard in her chest, and she called out in alarm for someone, anyone to help her!

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