Devil May Cry
12-05-2013, 10:49 PM
As per usual, Erani's gaze was all knowing as she gave Azalea a once over that made her feel stripped bare. ?No, we cannot talk later. You?re in labor.? Erani's tone made Azalea's brow spots seem to lower crossly over her amber eyes until she heard the last word. Alarm sparked in her face and she licked her lips tensely. Innate defiance made her take a step back with her chin raised. "No I can d-" Her words were half spoken, cut off as Erani spoke up. ?Eat these. They?ll kill the pain in a few minutes, and should make this a lot easier. I swear if I get my paws on that so called king?? Azalea looked at the various herbs Erani had brought with her, certain she was not going to take them. Her body locked in another contraction, about the same level of pain as the last. She set her teeth, letting it pass without a word. ?I?d say, you have a bit, which should give you time enough to get the nest ready.? Azalea groaned lightly. She wanted nothing more than to be left alone. She didn't care that Erani wanted to help and she sure as hell hoped that her parents and siblings didn't catch ear of the "L" word. The last thing she needed was the flock of 'em on her hilltop. With a sight Azalea grabbed the herbs and chewed them. "Okay... I took them. And now I guess I'll... I don't know... fluff up the den? There's not enough room for you to be in there too." Size hadn't been the factor in making the den and she was lucky to have accomplished it period. Turning around once again, Azalea crawled into the earthen tunnel. She wondered what the den was supposed to look like on the inside. Probably not like it did. Whatever. Azalea settled in to await what she knew would come next. When the pain got really really bad, Azalea started to wish that maybe she had made the den bigger. That maybe Erani could somehow squeeze in or make herself some room. She stood up, panting heavily and walking in slowly circles. "Erani... I think I'm dying." Her voice came out in a groan. Pouting through her pain. She could feel the puppy in the canal and she wasn't sure if she wanted to puke or push. She made herself lie down and more naturally than anything she started to push, teeth clenched against the pain. She felt like she couldn't breathe, her throat growing tight as she tried to keep herself from vomiting up what little was left in her stomach as she felt the fat little body head out of her body. Her head lifted as she stopped pushing and the pain level lowered slightly. Her in take of breath of sharp, likely audible even outside the den. "Oh my. Erani! It's a puppy or something. What do I do? Erani?!" Her heart hammered into her chest and she felt the need to run far away. There was the instinctive feeling that there was something she needed to do but she hadn't the slightest clue what. Were wolves really expected to just wing it like this? Maybe she was supposed to have asked for some birthing advice first? She felt disgusting and general smell in the den was making her stomach roll. Amber eyes were locked on the little bundle of slim and goop, unmoving. He nose moved toward it and she poked it lightly but nothing happened. "Erani!" |
