Using our last condom to make an animal balloon seemed like a good idea at the time..
birth
06-10-2024, 05:37 PM
He's late and he knows it. Deep down, the old Gil would have been there long before he was needed. Would have stuck around for days to help assist the women in any way possible. The new Gilgamesh? Well, he was off patrolling the borders. Day after day, night after night, paws hitting the ground until the skin rubbed raw. Something was wrong, off, not right, but he nor anyone else could put a toe onto it. What was it?
It wasn't until Urtur came toddling up to him did Gilgamesh stop and look down at the wolverine. A slight raise of the brow in question before he's making his way back toward the ground den where Modesty and Jael have planned to give birth. Urtur's one look had been all he needed to know what had happened. The pups had arrived. That much was clear as he approaches the den and is quickly hit with a waft of fresh puppy scent. He couldn't deny the scent of blood and other bodily fluids may have made his stomach churn, but he would ignore it. Though he was different, he still loved Modesty, and Jael too.
Ducking down into the den, he approaches slowly, eyes assessing the nine bundles of pups wrapped tightly by Modesty and Jael respectively. It amazed him each time how drastically different each pup appeared from each other. His gaze would linger a bit longer on the pup that was modeled after himself, but he wouldn't speak on it. Instead, he hunkers down onto the floor beside them, eyes moving from each woman to see if they're alright. Exhausted, of course, but no worse than the previous times. Letting his gaze linger longer now on Jael, he reaches out to nose her forehead. Remembering Modesty's first time, he knew it was the hardest - at least from what Modesty had described.
"Apologies for being late," he rumbles finally, moving to rest his head as close as Modesty would allow her. "Have you named them?" Gilgamesh questions as he typically didn't play a paw in the fate of the heathens squirming before him.
The Raid King, Gilgamesh
It wasn't until Urtur came toddling up to him did Gilgamesh stop and look down at the wolverine. A slight raise of the brow in question before he's making his way back toward the ground den where Modesty and Jael have planned to give birth. Urtur's one look had been all he needed to know what had happened. The pups had arrived. That much was clear as he approaches the den and is quickly hit with a waft of fresh puppy scent. He couldn't deny the scent of blood and other bodily fluids may have made his stomach churn, but he would ignore it. Though he was different, he still loved Modesty, and Jael too.
Ducking down into the den, he approaches slowly, eyes assessing the nine bundles of pups wrapped tightly by Modesty and Jael respectively. It amazed him each time how drastically different each pup appeared from each other. His gaze would linger a bit longer on the pup that was modeled after himself, but he wouldn't speak on it. Instead, he hunkers down onto the floor beside them, eyes moving from each woman to see if they're alright. Exhausted, of course, but no worse than the previous times. Letting his gaze linger longer now on Jael, he reaches out to nose her forehead. Remembering Modesty's first time, he knew it was the hardest - at least from what Modesty had described.
"Apologies for being late," he rumbles finally, moving to rest his head as close as Modesty would allow her. "Have you named them?" Gilgamesh questions as he typically didn't play a paw in the fate of the heathens squirming before him.
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him
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