All Your Fault [Jail Fam]

CALLISTO

 Walk | Talk | Think

(( Jumping through this stuff to get to the present things faster, woo! )) 
 
She was blind, deaf, senseless to everything about her surroundings except for the pain that ripped through her, the strong, overwhelming desire her body had to send the little demons growing inside of her out into the world. She wanted them gone, desperately, wanted the pain gone even more. Damn Lel for getting her into this situation! For making her carry his pups! For forcing her to endure this pain... 

The arrival of her captor's brats went unnoticed as Callisto once again shifted noisily, moving about in search of that position that would ease some of her discomfort, to finally situate herself as it felt like things were progressing quickly. The thought had been in the back of her mind the whole they had been here but she wished now more than ever that she had a proper den to birth the pups into, some place that smelled natural and comforting though the whole thing had nothing pleasant about it. Everything here was too cold, too hard, and while she had never once really held any great interest in the well being of the lives she carried she knew somehow instinctually that it would have been better for them. 

Teeth grounding against each other, eyes clenched shut, the grey-marked mother finally stilled and fought to expel the first of the pups, a struggle that felt like ages but really only lasted a few moments. After the sudden exertion she felt exhausted, disoriented, and even more so when she heard its first noise. Through the haze that clouded her mind, that had her presently slumped against the small space that she had chosen for her and hers, her ears perked. Such a tiny and helpless sound, pitiful and weak. She felt disgusted by it, but more so by the fact it stirred her into action. She scooted across the floor, drew it towards her carefully - hardly registering anything about it other than it cried to her - cleaned it and settled it beside her. 

Just in time for the second to start causing a stir. Her ears pinned as the pain began again and anew, and the attention she had given to the first pup was abandoned in her efforts to birth the next. She shifted, scooted again, all around the first pup while she readied for the second, and after some more stress the second too was added. She felt ready to collapse from the effort, her breathing labored and her mind fuzzier the second time around. As with the first, she tended to it, automatically and without thought since otherwise she might have resisted more. But she was far too tired, far too exhausted, to fight it. She just wanted them to shut up so she could rest. 

Image by Maka.