ARCHETYPES AND ANTIHEROES (birth)
09-25-2013, 08:07 PM
They came to her, all three of her summoned party. For a while it was just Deteste and Alena, not that she minded their company at all, but the Deputy wanted her mate present. However, she could not be mad at her sun. With the distance between them, the sun and the moon, there was an understanding that their reunion would take a bit of time. Medusa writhed, agony rushing up her sides like an electric shock as she tried to get through her labor, hoping to hold off long enough for the Sol to come to her side. Alas, the russet fur made its way into the serpent?s vision. ?Looks like we?re all in for a fucking party,? she said, wincing. Stheno?s face peered in briefly, her face looking like one with a great deal of news, but she departed soon after. This was not her place; she had elsewhere to look while her mistress was in the midst of birth.
?Fuck,? she groaned, whining and hoping somebody would come join her in the den, wanting to find contact and comfort with another warm body. She was nothing if not a physical being, and she was not all that tolerant of physical pain. She wanted to press into someone, to try to ignore the contractions that wracked her womb. Muscles stiff, face contorted, a picture of dark agony across her body and posture. For a while she resisted, unready to welcome needy whelps into the world, but alas she could not fight the course of mother nature.
One by one she would birth her children, each taking more from her than expected. She licked them clinically, without a deep motherly affection, but with enough caring to welcome them into the world safely. Bi-colored gaze absorbed their features; one was grey with a white belly and a white nose, one was grey with darker markings, another was a dark brown, speckled markings lacing her face and feet. Only one, strangely enough, took the colorings of both her dark parents. Medusa noted this amusedly, along with the speckles. She remembered speckles. She remembered speckles and giggling and she certainly didn?t remember the light headedness, the spots that took over her vision.
Head hit the ground in a heavy thud, body going slack from unconsciousness, frame losing any stiffness it had once had. She fell into the darkness soon after finishing cleaning the last child, but the signs had been obvious before. Medusa had seemed increasingly tired, aloof, and her eyes had grown more and more dull. Alas, her duty was done, but now she was not awake to witness the squirming whelps against her belly.