The Devil In Stitches

N/A · 05-11-2013, 10:48 AM

Luce was starting to show, her abdomen distended and heavy, dragged her down. The weight of her pups. The pups she was determined to see to birth, determined to raise, determined to watch grow into something beautiful, powerful, shifted restlessly within her womb. They would be better than her, better than Neo. They would exceed all expectation and they would be great. Luce could do this. Luce was strong. She had taken to eating from the pack supply of food, not willing to jeopardize her youth for the exertion of a hunt. Lounging in her den she knew... she knew she would be raising these pups alone. Valhalla would not return her Neo. Neo didn't even know that she was pregnant. The dame would huff and lay her head back against the stones... as a howl shattered her dream-like state.

The silvery hued fae would grumble, but rose, never-the-less to her feet. Slowly trotting through the territory to arrive at the pack meeting. sapphire eyes narrowed as they gazed upon the blood soaked ivory warrior. She stood massive, her size intimidating, the blood making her all the more feral. She had never met the woman before, but had seen her multiple times... what was this? They would speak and Luce would quiver, eyes widening at all the turns of events, shock, anger, satisfaction, aggression, they all curled in the depths of her belly. Excitement that Kaien had been dethroned along with Morphine, satisfaction that something about Valhalla would be done... but that was quickly replaced by irritation and no she would not wait to voice this privately. With a sneer she would bark, vocals carrying. "And what of Neo? I carry his pups within my womb. Will the two of you forget him as well?" She would demand an answer, neo may not be the problem of the kingdom, but Luce was selfish, she wanted him back.

Speech,

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