You There
06-29-2014, 12:28 PM
"Mum?" The voice of the yearling boy broke through the haze of pain that was cascading over Azalea and threatening to drag her under. She felt like she couldn't quite get enough air and the calm she had managed seemed to slowly be slipping from her grasp. His call to her played on repeat in her head and she clenched her teeth with a growl, cutting herself off from telling him to shut up though he had only really called her once. "Mum, what's happening? Are you ok? Should I get help?" There it was again, calling to her. Talking. He offered to get help. And Azalea found herself nodding like a maniac before she realized that he couldn't see her doing so. "YES!" She gasped. All she wanted was Sarak and peace. She wanted to curl up and forget about the world. She curled in on herself, moaning miserably. Where was Sarak? She wanted him so bad. She wanted his love and comfort. She wanted him to hold her and tell her it would be alright. For a moment she took a mental step back, wondering over how much she had come to rely on the male. She could feel a puppy coming now, jockeying into the birth canal, ready to great the cold winter world. |
