Champagne and Orange Juice
06-12-2014, 03:01 PM
Closer, closer. Days worn on and her stomach moved, the life growing inside her stretching and rolling around. They were fighting to hurry up and grow, to see the world that was ready for their little forms. It was driving their carrier insane though. She just wanted to kick the little devils out of her womb and be able to move around and actually get shit done. She was stuck, she even had to miss out on one of the first large pack hunts. Othello held the rank of Okhotnik, a hunter. And what was she doing while her pack hunted? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The dame grumbled and lashed out at the snow with a single creamy paw, cursing her current state. She was useless, making her stray away from the lands that Covari laid claim to. Purple gaze roamed around the snow covered land, her gait slowed as her robust stomach swung. It made her waddle instead of walking like a normal being, and she looked like a goof. Scorpion thought she was sexy while she was pregnant, but she just felt fat and ugly. It was like she decided to swallow a deer whole and it was just sitting there, stretching her form into a much larger beast. Gruff and scruffy, her paws kicked at the white powder as she marched no where in particular. Walking was just about the only thing she could do these days, the pups making her look like she was about to burst. According to Orchid she didn't have that long at all, less than two weeks at the most. Good, cause then she could do normal things. Like running, and sleeping. Oh yeah, and actually hunting for her pacl. That would be nice... |
