Devil May Cry
12-06-2013, 07:36 PM
?Your instinct will guide you in the bedding preparation. Then once you feel like it?s right, settle down and wait.? Azalea felt that if that were the truth she would have already been shredding all the comfy things she could find. She was not a squirrel or a bird though and wasn't about to go gathering feathers and grass and fluffy stuff. Azalea was a wolf used to sleeping on the cold hard earth under the open sky. ?Trust me, it feels that way. Castiel was largest in my litter. And the first to come out.? Azalea grit her teeth and froze as the pain swept over her. "Its not a matter of trust, Erani." Her words were pointed. No, she didn't need to trust Erani's words when the pain was all too real. Why the hell did any wolf want to go through this? Sadists, the lot of them. As she lay down Azalea was deaf to Erani's words. It was a bit late to be getting advice. When the puppy arrived and she freaked out, Erani spoke loud and clear from the mouth of the den. ?One, tear open the sac-- yes, you?ll have to lick the slime, but it came from you, anyway. Just think of it as drool? Two, lick him or her dry. Vigorous licking.? Azalea's face contorted into one of open disgust. "You mean I-- fuck." She closed her eyes and practically pounced on the still ball of goop, pinching away the film until she felt the warm bundle of life below it. The pup was still, unmoving and she wasn't entirely sure he was breathing either. The scent of him and familiarity of what had just moments ago been inside of her made her heart lock up. "It's not breathing!" Her words were a yell, concern painting her tones and giving them sharp pitches. Salmon colored tongue worked at the body, licking the pup every which way, even capsizing the tiny body. When she finally heard the shrill, pathetic cry Azalea jumped back. Ears pinned forward, head tipped as she looked down on it. A puppy. Her puppy. So small and pudgy. Rounded. Tiny. The licked her lips anxiously. It was a male, half and half in color, black and white. She hesitated, thinking of Isardis. Finally with slow, space-y steps she moved toward him. Some manner of instinct, or logic, kicking in to make her lie down with her body arched to the child. She dare not touch him, letting him amble over to her of his own accord. Azalea sighed, lowering her head to the ground, unable to look away from the whelp that had come from inside of her. The contractions would not stop though, returning full force to draw her again into a tense ball of pain. It didn't take long, the puppies seeming small to her though she had never seen newborns before. A practiced professional, Azalea quickly cleaned up the second, eyes closed and back look on her face the entire time. As she finished, Azalea had to rush over the children, speeding out of the den and trying not to bowl Erani aside. Outside the den she started heaving, stomach churning painfully until she was vomiting up everything that was in her stomach. When she was done she licked her lips bitterly and moved to try once more to drink from her frozen water supply. She tried to avoid Erani's gaze and said nothing, only fled back into the den. There she curled up pressed to the back of the den, letting the helpless little buggers find their way toward her. "Two boys," she commented after she gathered herself. In the silence Azalea couldn't decide how she felt. Weird... exhausted. Upset. Angry. Elated. "How did I do?" Speech, |
