one, two, three- drink

If it were possible, she hated being pregnant even more so than she despised some of her enemies- mostly because her stomach had stretched to the size of a small moose, and because she felt ugly. If there was a such thing as karma, the Gods were both blessing her and cursing her for some henious crime. What in the hell had she done to deserve this? With all that was going on around her, it seemed that being pregnant was simply a hinderance. She had neighbors to get rid of- she had to reclaim the North. It was Armada territory- those strangers didn't belong here! She didn't have time to be pregnant! She had empires to destroy- wars to start. And Oh shit- 

Her rantings were halted by a harsh pain in her gut. She lifted her head, and turned to look at her side. What the hell? Her ears pinned back, as another wave of pain raced through her body and she felt a whine drag itself from the pits of her throat. She scrabbled at the earth, panting as that wave of pain left her. That was not okay- and it needed to stop happening now. She glared at the earth around her, a snarl bubbling in her throat. What the fuck?! Greek scuttled from behind a tree, eyeing his mistress as she growled, before retreating up to a lower branch of the redwoods above them. He didn't want to get between her teeth and whatever was irking her. 

Roman huffed, before dragging herself to her feet, her earth wobbled as another wave of pain crashed through her, and she dug her nails into the frozen snow to hold her balance. Of course- she'd be away from their den when her body decided to revolt. She hesitated for calling out to anyone. She didn't want a fuss, and she didn't want to listen to someone tell her she should be taking it easy. She was a Queen, dammit! She didn't have time to rest. She trudged forward, trying to shut out the pain- truthfully in between the waves it wasn't so bad, but when those waves washed over her, she felt like her body was splitting open- and that was hell on earth. 

 
Greek skittered down from his tree, and followed at a safe distance- his green eyes watchful of his misteress. He wasn't sure what was going on- or what was attacking her, he was just sure that she would not go through it alone, and as soon as he saw what was bothering her, it'd have an angry fossa on their tail!

The trek was excruiciatingly slow, but finally she neared their den. That was when the mother of all pains hit her, and a sharp whine left her. Bloody hell, she collasped at the mouth of it, before, writhing on the ground. Had somene fucking posioned her again?!  She drug herself into her den, as the wave of pain subsided- her eyes wide, as she pulled her massive form through and into the shelter. 

What was happening to her? Was she... Oh shit. She was in labor! That had to be it! She'd been outside of dens, and heard stories about labor. She was in labor! She was fixing to be a mother! She was fixing to- OUCH.  A hiss of breath left her as another set of contractions worked through her body. Gods- this was torture. As the pain subsided, and she caught her breath again she howled for both Drashiel and Amalia. Devin hadn't been around lately and the red faced healer had wanted to learn how to deal with mothers in labor- she may as well get some hands on practice. Her call echoed in the den, and she tried to draw herself into a more regal laying postion- rather than look like a flailing bird. She was fixing to get her body back- and be a mother. She needed to look good for them- right? 

Would their eyes be open before she's regained her fit form? Would they think her tidy and unkept?! Oh gods, she was fixing to be a mother! Butterflies and nerves fluttered within her belly- coupled with another powerful contraction. How in the hell had she not know she was going into labor when she'd gotten up this morning?! Shouldn't there have been a sign? Why did it hurt so much? Was something wrong?! A slight whine left her as she waited for Amalia to come.