Vanilla Twilight[Twig Birth]

*Themisto* · 03-26-2014, 10:15 AM

As soon as Erani's call would reach the healers audits he would scramble to his paws and take off as fast as he could manage. He would weave over obstacles without much effort, his mouth agape as he panted to keep himself cool. She had called for him and Twig's brother, which could only mean one thing- she was in labor. The thought would cause his eyes to widen, a soft smile caressing his lips as he picked up the pace. He didn't want to miss the birth did he? He promised her he'd be there, and he certainly didn't want to break a promise.

Only he would break it, and it would be smashed into a thousand pieces as the overpowering aroma of blood caused his nostrils to wrinkle. His ears would fold, and his brow would furrow, the scent growing stronger as he approached the alcove. He couldn't hear Twig, nor could he hear Erani talking, but he could smell them both beneath the thick mask of blood. "Tw-twig? Erani?" He would call gently as he slid into the opening of the den, his eyes widening the size of saucers as the horrific scene unfolded.

Twigs body lay in a pool of crimson blood, her own blood. Beside her was a small limp figure, and Themisto could see the silvery cross placed upon her shoulder, just like her mothers. A whine would burst through his pressed lips as he already knew what had happened. She had birthed a still born, and the blood was the ending result. His somber gaze would fall upon Twig who was unconscious, and he would watch her side rise and fall for a moment before turning to Erani, tears welling up within his sunny gaze. "Should we bury her now, or wait until Twig regains consciousness..." He did not know if Twig could handle putting her only child to rest, but surly Erani would know the right thing to do. They needed to get the blood off her and do something with the body though before she wakes up, which could be at anytime.

"Speech"

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