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It is time. Whether or not the bronze Goddess was mentally prepared to expand her bloodline, physically, her abdomen was greatly distended to create space for the developed fetuses residing within her womb, convulsions wracking her interior to indicate that her pregnancy was swiftly drawing to a close. The unpleasant sensation that abruptly consumed her fragile being was one that the vixen had never previously experienced and thus, when the pangs began to strike, fluctuating in intensity from her swollen abdomen, the woman felt panic wash over her in rivers. She knew then, instinctively, that in mere hours, the new Klein and Ithuriel additions would make their arrivals – with or without her compliancy. Distraught pants cascaded jaggedly from the babe’s velvet lips, hung awry with the pained expression contorting her beautiful features as brief whines slipped involuntarily into the cacophony of her hysteria. Serpentine limbs propelled the wench to the den the ivory beast prepared for them during the earlier stages of her pregnancy, faltering in stride with each strained step she took, incessant barks mingling with her sobs to wake the bastard who had placed her in such a vulnerable state and who was sleeping a short distance away and hopefully will wake up soon as she had demanded of him. They were his children too, after all, and she knew he wanted to remain a permanent part of their lives, and since they agreed to a year of their lives spent together – it was a choice she had made clear to him and a choice she would not sway from. Dainty paws flexed as the woman pulled her mass further into the den she would be confined to for the next several hours, halting before she laid her swollen bodice on the ground, as an abrupt howl split her clenched jaws in summon to her dearest Leera and their High Lord, inclined to invite them to witness as their youth were presented to the earth, hoping at least Leera would provide her with the comfort she knew she needed. They have not found a healer yet and this was a dangerous situation; there was no one to aid her deliver and they might lose some of them. Panic rose through her mind like a disease as the moment of truth washed over her in tides once again. She needed Leera. Out of all of them she had at least some experience. Once her beckoning howl had concluded, the woman took deep irregular breaths and pain evident in her countenance as further contractions afflicted her interior, urging for her to begin the process.
Nephthys' calls pierce the stillness of the air and Leera wakes with a start, knowing almost for certain that those frantic tones meant the children are coming. The wolfess wastes no time in uncurling from her den of warmth and darkness, moving with haste to collect the ginger herbs that she'd scavanged just days before. Ginger will help with the pain, and seeing as this litter is Nephthys' first, the pain will be unfamiliar and overwhelming.
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She had watched from afar as the pregnancy progressed for her master's mistress. She'd served her like Hannibal asked but she had kept her interactions limited to delivering food and anything else she was asked. Nephthys had yet to stop her to yell or anything so Eulogy kept her distance otherwise. She had been ordered to not speak unless spoken to so she did that. She had a fish for nephthys and a hare for hannibal as she heard the howl. She knew the direction and that the pups were due soon so it did not come as a surprise to her. She kept her pace and came to a pause outside. "speech" |
The call sent shivers down his chilled spine as the phantom patrolled the border. Hannibal had anticipated the arrival of his spawn for days now and was riddled with joy as the time finally came. As soon as her shriek of panic filled his idle ears pale pads fell upon the earth and carried his monstrous form through the territory. Thys' location was clear as the direction of the call was towards the river bank within the forest. She had been lingering close to the den more often due to this exact situation. Hannibal had worried if she strayed too far the pups would have come in an inopportune moment and cause issues. The thoughts of what their glorious offspring would look like or bring to these miserable lands haunted his every thought. Both of the parents were beautiful specimen and have countless mutations. Hannibal is albino and his father melanistic. Thys has both genitalia and plagued with a serpentine tongue. Both were unique but also blessed all the same. Hannibal arrived not long after Leera and Eulogy. His Bond Servant was just leaving to sit outside the den as he let forth a gruff grunt. Dominance poured from his form as he completely ignored Eulogy to greet the woman within his den. His pelt was chilled and his nose frosty thus he felt comforted by the warmth of their home. It seemed she had just began labor and he silently hoped it would be short for all of their sakes. Leera offered the babe some ginger and he was thankful to say the least. They lacked a true healer but he figured the cream gal was experienced enough to help the delivery. "It is time." Husky vocals filled the air as he sat near the head of Thys but not hovering to give her some needed space. Sounds of panting and moans filled his ears. His usual abrasive behavior was left at the door of the den for this was a matter of life or death. Would the heirs of the Klein Empire survive birth? "Leera, do I need to do anything?" He figured he wasn't going to be much help but would offer anyways. His eyes moved back and forth from the two powerful women.
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The pain of labour was a prison for her mind. In that jail cell of fear and confusion the time passed without her being able to keep track. Her stomach tightened, she heard her own sobs of pain without being aware of making any of them.
A second contraction came that dominated the autumn babe entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else. When the pain passed it was only for a minute or so and she breathed with closed eyes, unwilling to re-engage with life outside of her own body. The room might as well have been empty for all the awareness she had, though the babe caught the quick and rushed scent of Eulogy and wondered for a mere nanosecond what the servant was doing here, she was not sure but she could swear that her throat gave small growls the moment the scent hit her, a protectice mechanism for she was in her most vulnerable state that she had even been and in her mind anyone else was a threat to her beloved new born heathens. Yet even when they did talk, touch, gain her attention she found it so hard. To reply she had to find herself from the deepest recess of her own mind and drag herself forward, to use her voice, open her eyes. Her whole organism was screaming at her, it was telling her that is was time, time to push.
Leera seemed to be attached to the brown woman which only nettled him more. Thoughts of Leera brought him to thinking of his own hearty stock of cubs that would soon grace the earth. They would need to learn the faith of the demons soon to avoid being mislead toward disloyalty and weakness. “Soon.” Tyranis thought, his sight drifting to the side before he returned his attention to the scene before him. He thought instead of Hannibal’s cubs learning the ways of the demons and putting their loyalty in the High Lord rather than in their own father and felt the small tug of a smile at the corners of his lips.
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The bondservant is second to arrive, but Leera pays no mind the the emaciated girl as she lingers awkwardly, away from the two women as she should. There is no sympathy in Leera's heart for the servant: this is a heirarchy and these sort of things are bound to happen. Either way, she's far too focused on the delivery of Nephthys' pups. She's pleased that the birthing woman takes the ginger without a fuss, swallowing the herb between fits of writhing and whimpering.
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Hannibal arrived and she pinned her ears at his dominance. Of course it was an intrusion. She had overheard the small thing about ginger though, so whatever it was could be used for labor pains. She should be moving away, but she is transfixed with the hope of seeing the children born. The way Nephthys is writhing in pain has the servant uncertain, she knew giving birth could be painful but this seems excessive, is it because she is not a full female? Or is it because the woman is birthing spawn much too big for herself? "speech" |