awake my soul.
11-25-2013, 08:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2013, 08:32 AM by Epiphron.)
The iridescent moon overhead shone with startling brightness, casting ghastly shadows down on the range. Silence had forced its grip onto the Kingdom of Seracia and seemed hesitant to relinquish its hold. Everything seemed at a standstill -- still there was no sign of the three wolves who were believed to have been taken captive by Glaciem -- and with each day she could sense the tension in the Kingdom growing. And yet in an instant, everything would change.
An abrupt contraction wracked the Queen's body, a strong pain that shook her from her light slumber and forced her quite suddenly into consciousness. A growl would escape her lips as the pressure became overwhelming. Everything seemed far more painful than it had just a few seasons ago. Like her last pregnancy, this one had been unplanned, but somehow even more so than the previous. She had been utterly void of joy at the prospect of more children, bereft of the enthusiasm that a mother ought to feel. And though Epiphron had never been a particularly complex woman on the face of it all, she felt a bitter kind of distaste towards herself that she could not even hide from the King himself.
But there was no turning back now. She had quietly accepted her predicament, and would raise this litter even more carefully than she had her first. Her children would be of Adravendi blood, pure and beautiful -- the Mathias line would be of benefit as well, giving rise to beautiful warriors and Kings. There was truly no man she would prefer as the father of her children, and she sought his presence and she rolled to her side, letting another whimper escape her clenched jaws. Though her den was sheltered and safe, she suddenly felt cold and exposed, and her sudden movements to find Maverick's warmth would make that all too obvious.
(Anyone can join this after a few of her family posts. I'm assuming Maverick & kids are in the den with her, but it's okay if they aren't!)
11-26-2013, 08:48 AM
Her devotion to her husband, to Maverick was pure -- even if their relationship had been strained in the last few weeks. She had never lost the loyalty that had been embedded so deeply in her heart, for her father's lessons had permanently changed her into a woman that would never betray one of her own. Another whimper would escape her lips, and she would shift to seek more of Maverick's warmth, unimpressed by the gentle nudge of his nose against her shoulder.
"It's time," she told him softly, not wanting to wake her children, though she knew they would awaken eventually. If they were even in the den. They were growing older now, and some of them seemed content to wander the nights, even scout the borders and explore; but her attention was, instead, focused on Maverick. "I am certain."
She didn't know what to expect. Would she have one child, or five? She'd been given few cues ... occasional kicks here and there, but nothing certain. Part of her feared they would be stillborn, but her concerns would not be voiced. Her somber and vaguely irritable facade had said more than her words ever could. Another contraction would rip through her body, making her convulse slightly where she lay. She was grateful for the darkness of the den, as she was certain her expression, contorted with pain, was anything but lovely. "Please... call someone." Anything to help with the pain; it seemed Loccian was the best option.