ardent

well well well, if it isn't the consequences of our actions

deion // mature language // birth



Deion

Hemlock
Soothsayer

Advanced Healer (90)

Advanced Fighter (70)

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
118
player
Virgil

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02-18-2023, 06:02 PM

Unsurprisingly, Jack was more than eager to continue their verbal spar regardless of her physical pain. Something to be said for her tenacity, at the very least. He hummed absently or grunted quietly in response to each new string of creative curses, busying himself with the process of aiding in the children's birth. Smoothing a massive paw over her flank, he found the steady pulse of ever strengthening contractions along her belly. As her vehement cursing gave way to the announcement that she was a first time mother, and had never intended to be one in the first place, he frowned lightly. Well, that didn't work out well for her now did it? Best keep those thoughts to himself for now. He could hear the strength of her rage fading, and he glanced up.

"Don't hold back on my account," he drawled with forced ease. She couldn't falter right now, so goading her into a fresh bout of rage would keep her going through the labour. Contractions getting stronger, and he could feel something stirring just beneath the muscles. He waited patiently, to see if she handled it herself. Pale eyes all but rolled back into her skull as instinct took hold. In the confined quarters of the little alcove, the sodden mass of fur that was forced out onto the stone floor made enough noise to echo all around them. And there was Jack, lucid enough to be cursing again. "Yes, there is a puppy." the titan's voice was much quieter now, practiced paws scooping up the tiny bundle of colourful fur and clearing the tacky fluids from its face. An outraged caterwauling quickly filled the little cavern, and he settled the angry infant at Jack's belly. There was no way he could deny his role now, not with all of those brilliant colours already on full display across the pup's coat. "You're not done yet, I'm afraid." he told the fae, already tracking the powerful ripple of her flanks as her body resumed its work tirelessly. "You can do it, and you can keep telling me I'm a fool while you do." he added with a half-hearted smile, leaning back on his haunches to free up his forepaws to keep working.

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DEION HAS A THICK MACEDONIAN ACCENT AND A GARBAGE ATTITUDE, PLEASE BE WARNED