Whatcha been up to?
11-02-2014, 08:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-02-2014, 08:20 PM by Motif I.)
Considering her current... Condition, motif wasn't doing much socializing these days. She knew it was selfish, that she aught to be doing what she could to help bass and Abaven and it wasn't like she would actually be out of commission for a while yet. Besides, Bass really did need all the help he could get right now with the baby bloom rippling through their pack. Honestly, it was disgusting, you would think that it was spring instead of the autumn, pre-winter season it really was. These sex-crazed wolves, or optimistic family makers where honestly making life difficult for everyone else in Abaven. It wasn't like things where easy at the moment, they had just been hit by a storm and put had a lot of effort into healing and repairing, food was an issue as it was without all the added hungry mouths on their way and the large number of parents that would be incapable of pack duties well carrying their miniature hell-spawns. Okay, so she was being unfair and to anyone else's eyes a total hypocrite too, the thing was she was probably the only one of the mothers that hated every moment of her condition and dreaded the arrival of the life changing being she was carrying. She couldn't exactly say she was doing this on her own, not when she had Rhythm and Bass along side her, but she was the single parent and a very unhappy one at that. She was content to spend the rest of the day locked away in self absorbed misery but it would seem her mocha coated sibling has other ideas. She wanted to think mean things about Harmony, she was grumpy and felt sluggish but she knew that she couldn't trust her thoughts these days, they where too sour and utterly unlike her usual self. Oh well, harmony was asking for her company, if she didn't know what she was in for already she would soon find out. Thank god, and to the luck of all Abaven wolves she still had a long way to go before she reached the waddling stage of her condition, all the same she didn't hold the same lithe grace and utter at ease of her usual movements, she was always so flowing and free with her movements but she still couldn't feel right in her own skin. So, with jerky and heavy movements she would peek her head out of her chosen den and peer into the eyes of her sister, waiting for an explanation. Walk "Talk" Think |
