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Long Awaited



Ashtoreth

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05-12-2014, 09:42 PM




Walk | Talk | Think

She was done. Done with it all. She had been restricted from performing her duty for her pack and helping with the hunting as she had grown too large to move well enough for her standards let alone well enough to be of any help to her fellow Psi. Sarak had taken over graciously, seemingly in better spirits now that the spunky Azalea had returned to them. It was uncomfortable in every sense of the word. She felt so unlike herself, the presences inside of her making themselves painfully obvious to her each minute of every day. Not to mention the closer it got to their time to be brought into the world the more nervous and anxious Ashtoreth became.

Her lack of a proper job to do as well as her desire to do anything but sit around and think about her condition had her walking, a lot, when she should have been laying about and resting and waiting for the moment her children would make their first appearance. Her paws moved at a slow shuffle, her wide middle seeming to wobble with each step. Her expression was unsmiling, her purple and gold eyes half lidded with a mixture of feeling unamused and tired. Where was Erani? Or one of the other healers? Was there anything they could tell her about the progress of her pups, anything they could say that might help ease her frazzled nerves?

A pain sprang up in her side, stopping the expectant mother in her steps and causing her frame to hunch slightly as it gripped her. Ow. Her lips drew back in a grimace, eyes clenched tightly shut until it passed. Oh no. Was this it? Or was she panicking again and thinking things were becoming more serious than they were again? Not exactly for the first time Ashtoreth called aloud, begging for the presence of a healer and her mate. False alarm or not she wanted them close; she was a nervous wreck otherwise. She stood for a moment, shaking a little in place before a single thought pushed her into action again. I don't want to have the babies here. Hurrying as well as well as she was able in her current state, the grey hunter began to set off back through the woods toward her den and the comfort it offered to her.