A Song of Ice and Fire

A constricting snake of pain took her breath away and she sat heavily down on her hips. The time to ask her questions had already passed. She couldn't answer any. Her breath returned to her as the contraction ended. She wasn't feeling any movement. She pushed her head into the edge of the furs as another contraction hit her and she pushed. She pushed and she pushed and pushed. As the contraction ended she laid her head over the furs, sweating and groaning. Nothing.

Her eyes darted up to his. Something was wrong. She let the next contraction constrict her body with a groan until it released her, still leaving her panting.

Her eyes closed to the world as she smacked her lips. Her mouth was drier than the deserts of her birth. The scrubland a mere echo in a fading unimportant memory. She moaned again trying to bring words to her parched lips. She could have sworn she had drunk her fill earlier that evening.

“Som-Something…” She breathed a ragged breath, “Wrong-” Another contraction squeezed her from within, she drew in a breath and curled inward, using the muscles already squeezing to push what she could. She growled into the effort a low and rumbling desperate growl. It released her again with a gasp and she swung her head to press it into the furs. Would the healer know what was happening?

One paw reached out toward him, wanting to just grasp his arm and press herself into his fur. She wanted him near.


"Jamie"||"Iskandor"||"Citadel"||"Selene"||"Balrog"||"Ignita"||"Basilisk"