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Valhallan Cousins



Azalea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
85
size
Medium
build
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444
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12-03-2013, 07:17 PM (This post was last modified: 12-03-2013, 07:17 PM by Azalea.)




Azalea had been content to hiding away near the fringes of the pack since returning, still at odds with what the pack might think of the extra amounts of her that seemed to be laying around these days. Each passing day saw her a little bit heavier, a little bit rounder.

Sitting in a small thicket of trees, Azalea sighed, looking up through the patchy branches. It was a lovely spot with a wispy spring lazying through it. There was a kicking in her belly and grit her teeth over it but seemed happy enough to bear it. The unborn inside her womb became stronger and stronger as well, kicked and causing a fuss. She could swear they were all wrestling in there. However many there were. Hopefully she was crazy and there was one. Hopefully that one would die off. Even as she thought it Azalea took it back. She didn't mean that, not any more. Epiphron had said it. The children would be hers.

She hated how she looked but it was in moments like that that she could show how her emotions has grown around her swollen body. She craned her neck to peer down at her colossal midsection. "You are sure getting strong." She cringed with another well placed blow. "Yeah. It's kind of hard not to like you." With a sigh Azalea stood up.

Stepping over the stream she headed toward the heart of the territory "Lets find some food. I'm sure you're starving, I know I am." There was a light smile on her face as she spoke.


Coming up on the den area, Azalea moved involuntarily faster. She didn't like being her, never had. She was still very much against dens, though Sarak's sounded very inviting about now. Part of her begged her to dig into that peaceful spot she had come from. It would make a nice den site. She was sure she didn't need a den to have puppies though.

From the edge of her vision she spotted a dark figure, head whipping to see as the markings automatically warned of her father. She sighed with relief to see it was not him but he curiosity was sparked. Who was this wolf who resembled her father? "Um, hello? Not to be rude but... who are you?" Best to be straight forward, right?



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