LET THE MOON SIGNAL DAWN

N/A · 01-28-2014, 09:24 PM

As she drifted into sleep's warm embrace, she could feel the waves of sorrow emanating from her mate. His warm, salty tears struck the pale fur upon her paws, but his warm presence at her side made it easier for her to rest. Dreams would try to claim her, but her roiling emotions made it impossible for consciousness to truly leave her be. She could hear the pounding of paws upon the dirt outside, and tall ivory audits would flicker to capture the sounds of her pearl friend's vocals. Her words threatened to spill more tears, but she would not let her emotions overcome her again. Memories stirred her, long in their span but short in the time they took to flash through the infinite mind of the alabaster princess. A pup had been born, a little girl with charcoal fur and a splash of ivory over her right eye. Such a sweet little creature she was, and Aurora was instantly enamored with the child. After she had been born, she had been moved to the teat of another nursing she wolf, which had happened with both Aurora and her brother, for reasons that horrified many. When Lily Lunashka gave birth, the trauma put upon her small frame would force her mind to fall into a pain riddled madness, where she would attack anyone who tried to touch her and terrified any who entered the den with her slavering jaws and rabid demeanor. It took a while for anyone to be able to approach her, but once it was safe the youngsters were raised once more by their mother. As Twilight had been carried off, Falcon had witnessed the beginning of the first bout. As the young princess' silvery pools turned to look at the younger boy, his horrified expression forced her to drag him outside. That grimace of terror still haunted her, and she struggled to keep control of herself as her body fought to regain its strength.

The feeling of a small body pressed against her brought her body closer to the surface of waking, and a delicate muzzle making contact with her sweat soaked neck made the final shove. Moonstone orbs would flick open as she heard Novel's voice coax her to ingest the various herbs before her. Sighing, a moan would escape her parched throat as she lifted her crown to scoop the organics into her maw. Chewing them, she ignored the bitter taste to the best of her abilities and pointed her muzzle to the little ones suckling at her belly. Softly a smile would grace her exhausted features, as she took them in. The babes were lovely, one of them holding a bright silver coat and ebony stockings like Magnus. Pressing her nose to the smaller figure, she took in the scent of the girl. Ethereal lyrics would force themselves past her cracked lips, her voice now thick with it's Russian accent. "Zlata Lillian Lunashka-Bane." She would murmur loud enough for all to hear, caressing the soft, tiny body with her tongue as she parted with it's beauty. Turning her liquid mercury gaze to the larger one, who presented himself as a male, looked nothing like anyone she could remember in her family, but as tired as she was she couldn't even remember what colour the sky was. Smiling, she would give him a name as well. "You, my little prince, are Australis Aleks Lunashka-Bane." She would tell him with a loving hint to her silken vocals, swiping her tongue along his back as well.

A familiar figure pelted across the clearing and into the makeshift den, panting heavily. "I couldn't- Find- Oh. Here's- Song." The ebony feline would gasp, golden orbs wide as she struggled to take in enough air. Her expression was nearly comical, and she was standing with her limbs splayed as her chest heaved. After a long while of panting, she regained her composure and smiled nervously, looking about at the gathered wolves. "Hi everybody, you probably don't know me. I'm Corvusi, Rory's loving stalker." She would quip before flicking the tip of her ebony tail and padding over the tiny bundles at the tummy of her best friend. "They're so sweet! What are their names?" She would purr excitedly, looking to the giantess for an answer. "The girl is Zlata, and the boy is Australis." The sweat soaked dame would reply, sighing softly as she tried to keep herself awake. She could see the obsidian cat's slitted pupils flick to the still, cold form held between the large paws of the new mother, and watched the sorrow fill the gaze of the petite she cat. "But they didn't all make it to see the sun, did they?" She would murmur, her usually sass filled vocals creaking with the weight of her sadness for her friend. A simple shake of the head was all Aurora would give. Corvusi would nod understandingly, and curl up around the tiny bundles of fluff at Aurora's tummy and begin to purr like a lawnmower.

With that over, a dark gaze from the pale she wolf would be given to the collected wolves. "There is something I must do, alone. Would you excuse me for a moment?" She would inquire softly, hoarse vocals holding sadness nearly impossible to imagine. After a brief wait for confirmation, the bones and muscles of the weary woman would groan in compliance as she stood slowly, taking the itty bitty form of the stillborn within her jaws before she left the den. Large paws would loudly touch down upon the lush terra as she left behind the den, hearing the mewls of her outraged children fade behind her as she came to the edge of the mangrove. Talons would bite into the dirt underfoot as she placed the youngster upon the ground for a brief moment. Tearing an immense, waxen leaf from a plant close to her, she placed it on the edge of the glowing waters. Holding it in place by the stem, she removed the dead pup from the ground and placed her terribly light form upon the large leaf, watching the waters glow even more at the contact. A burial fit for the finest of warriors, this would be. Seating her weakened form upon the sand coated ground, she released the pup from her grasp and let it float away into the mangrove, a trail of light chasing it slowly from her sight. A single thought would stray from her mind; I failed you again, Twilight.

A mournful howl would fall from her regal maw as the angelic furred lady tilted her chin to the starry skies and let the softly falling rain wash away the sweat caked into her fur. She sat there for Gods only knew how long, singing the only lullaby the child would ever hear until her throat was so dry that her voice petered out into silence. With that, she would hang her head and watch the waters flow by for a moment with distant silvery optics. Standing again, she returned to her den, and her newborn children. A quick glance was given to each of the wolves assembled, filled with love and affection. She cared for these wolves, they were close enough to her that they would be there when her children had been born. Laying down where she had been before, she silenced the hungry cries of her children with the milk they craved. Once more would her moonstone orbs flick to each of the wolves around her as she waited for a response from them. Song's joyful demeanor brought a soft smile to barely tease up the corners of her dark lips as her tired eyes watched the group. Where would she be without these wolves?

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