HOLDING ON TO YOU

Velveteen lips hungrily hover above the limp body of a large hair, the empresses tongue swiping across her cracked lips as her stomach begs her to take a bite. Crimson blood stains her already carmine painted features from her snout to her throat, and her once pearly white teeth are stained red. She has just killed some lunch for Artemis and herself, and she is just about to snatch the hair up between her jaws when Artemis' desperate cry eerily consumes the dark forest. Volcanic orbs roll upwards as she looks up at the sky, her ears turning toward the direction of the call- the den. She wastes no time, her body already starting to turn itself toward the call as it fades into silence. She takes off toward the den as fast as her ebony appendages will carry her, her tongue desperately trying to clean her face of the blood that stains her fur. Her defenses are starting to rise, her tail is aligning with her spine, and her hackles are lifting along her nape and spine.

It does not take long for the nymph to reach the dark enclosure, the perfume of her ivory paramour filling the air. She slows her pace and slips through the opening in a swift motion, her molten hued eyes falling upon the laying form of Artemis."Artemis?"  She calls out softly as she aims to close the distance between them. She lays down across from Artemis and rolls herself over onto her left side so she can face the deity. She aims to lay close enough to where she could easily reach forward and touch the woman. By the look on Artemis' face, she can tell something is wrong, and she is almost positive she knows what it is. It must be time for Art to give birth. “Anything you need me to do, I will. ” She says in an attempt to comfort the tyrant. She has never witness a birthing in her entire lifetime, so she is oblivious to the true pain Artemis is enduring.