i have finally seen the light
12-17-2014, 05:57 PM
Othello would put the blame for the pain upon Isolde herself. Of course that wasn't quite how she had worded it though it was how Soliloquy personally chose to interpret the words. Still he was certain that his sister would have found some way to make Isolde more comfortable rather than leave her suffering, eager to push until she could. At last that time would come though it wouldn't actually get any better at all in the man's opinion. Gross was perhaps the first word to spring to mind. Childbirth was not an attractive process he was learning. The first pup would make his way into the world, though as he peered all he'd see was a yucky, slimy mess. Isolde would promptly clean him to reveal a brown ball of fur though cute still wasn't a word he'd use to describe the child or the three that followed. Apparently he wasn't exactly a very paternal wolf. He was certain that the combination of his and Isolde's genes would have created some rather attractive children, though all he saw for now was tiny little bundles as Othello had described them, still damp from birth and nothing exactly interesting about them. They'd grow of course, develop into their looks and personalities though for now he certainly still didn't see the big attraction to children. Othello wouldn't help with her teasing comment. Yes, because he really needed reminding now that there were three little lives he had to be partially responsible for. He would ignore her, continuing to stare at the pups and watch Isolde. She seemed content now, the pain had evidently passed though tiredness he could see was creeping over her. He would have taken his spot at her side, comforted her until dreams claimed her though Othello was still in the way. Maybe it was best to leave her in peace, though he certainly wasn't going anywhere until the other woman left. Surprisingly that would come easier than he had anticipated. The woman seemed different, he couldn't quite read into her sadness though there was something calmer about her as she murmured to him a simple command, suggestion really more than anything else. He'd realised it himself though he would only give a nod in response rather than any other remark, letting her slip past and moving closer to Isolde. There was another task yet anyway apparently. Names. Honestly he hadn't thought about that part at all. How on earth did you even begin to select a name for something. Evidently his parents had graced him with his own, though how they came to the decision for himself and his siblings he had no idea. Scorpion hadn't warned him about that part, perhaps Othello had taken over that task. "What?" He questioned, understanding of course that they should name them though clueless as to what they should be named. Would 1, 2 and 3 be alright for now? |
