you are my sunshine

Mortis was here. Thank goodness he was here. Halo is grateful, but also worried. What if things went south? What if things went from okay to… not okay? Sedna and Fuji were here, and she’d hopefully have Crux to handle Mort’s anxiety and hopefully keep him outside. In her mind, she’d planned for everything… but what if there were things they hadn’t planned for? A million things could go wrong. So many things. So incredibly many things could go wrong, and Halo was worried about all of them.

By the same token, it was hard to be worried and anxious with the pain that coursed through her system. Pain. How could it hurt this badly? How could all of this hurt so badly? Mort was crying too, as awestruck by the wings as Halo herself. Wylan, that sounded nice. Halo nodded softly, trying to see through the fog and the pain of the third pup trying to get in position to fight his way into the world. Trying to keep her head from swimming too badly, she perked up as Sedna and Fuji entered her den.

“Thank you for coming… both of you.” She lifted her head weakly. Nodding as Fuji scooped little Wylan up, inspecting to make sure that he was all in one piece. Grateful that he was, she moved onto the small girl. “Please, anything for the pain, whatever is easiest,” the words are a whimper, slipped from the usually-elegant creature’s lips. Thinking about the little girl, the pain subsiding long enough to get a clear moment, Halo was able to bestow a name. “Wynter?” She looked to Mortis, her muzzle gently tracing the shadowy blue markings on little girl’s coat. Like the evening skies up here, in winter.

It was only a momentary respite. Halo yelped, feeling her muscles cramp and squeeze. She trembles. An immense burning sensation, one that she’s certain she can’t cope with at the moment. It’s enough to take the breath from her lungs. Was she going to throw up? Halo was dizzy, the room around her spinning, trying to cope with it all. The boy twas fighting his way into the world, and she was trying to help him. Trying.

The metallic scent of blood, combined with the sheer amount of pain, had Halo’s pulse climbing. Climbing uncomfortably, the prickle of anxiety running coldly down her back. That was… a lot of blood. In tears, whimpering, shaking with the effort of it all, Halo is still trying. Wide eyed, her gaze searches for Sedna’s.

"Halo" & "Mortis"