ooc: I'm a bit queasy when it comes to puppy birth so this won't be very good, and it'll be short. I'm leaving on friday so that's why this is posted so early. I'll be posting my pup and vahva as well. Just in case I vanish. Ryu could feel the pain building in her stomach, agonizing until of course Vahva had given her some herbs to make the pain stop. Who knew tiny bodies of fluff could cause so much misery just to be brought into the world. Huffing and wheezing the girl growled loudly, with the maned healer by her side. Raven probably on the other but she had her own thoughts at the moment of trying not to black out. Though there was one body, and instinctively she started to lick off the dangerous things that prevented it from breathing. Once fine, there was two more that would follow, but they would stop. Three, three of these little rats brought out into this hell. Her tail flicked as the giant monster gave shivering growls. Ryouta had to name this little bastards didn't she? Looking at them her eyes went to the silver one with gray tipped paws and tail and black ears. "You're name will be Orochi." she said quietly then turned to the other two. One boy, and one girl besides Orochi. "The girl will be Lyre, and the boy will be Laufey." She nuzzled them a soft giant tongue over the small little bodies compared to her. Speech,

Great heavens why did she agree to this? She had to handle two ladies giving birth at the same time. As such Ryouta was harder to handle because of how temperamental and huge she was. The maned woman gave the appropriate herbs, circling constantly to make sure that the girls were not bleeding to death or complaining about pain. Her blue man shined in the dark dim light of the cave. Smiling at Ryouta and her new three children. "Amazing names, and beautiful children." she noted. Then returned to Raven's side. Raven was small, that was the only thing that worried Vahva, than again her mother had been fine and had only been twenty four inches when she herself was born. Vahva gave a slight nod to the girl, smiling as she was sure she had given Raven the adequate amount of herbs to make the pain less, well painful. Her tail flicked back and forth as she stood by to make sure that the two of them would be okay. Speech,

Once again fitting because dayum she is not happy at all. MATURE LANGUAGE IF THERE EVER WAS. The pain struck her like a bolt of lightning through her abdomen, and a shriek of anger and misery burst from her jaws. Talons scraped against the stone as she curled up into herself, panting as the onslaught worsened. Ryu seemed to be fairing better, but she wasn't peachy keen either about it all. "Fucking little shits are going to burn for this-" She snarled and spat as shivers and ripplings of her muscles racked through her body, her petite frame shaking and spasming with the effort put out by her body. Gritting her teeth together, she let out one final cry before the first brat was born. Taking a deep, shaking breath, she pulled the bundle towards her and tore off the filmy sac around it, instinctively swallowing it down and licking the small ebony and ivory marked bundle until it let out a small mewl of pitiful outrage. Nudging it to her swollen belly, she felt it latch on to one of her nipples. Once more would agony ensue, and a string of unrepeatable profanities streamed from the once regal jaws of the obsidian bitch. A steady rumble in her throat became louder as she managed to push another bundle into the world. This was the last? Thank the gods. She mimicked her previous actions, swallowing down the soggy embryotic sac without thought. Once more her salmon tongue would caress the child until it let out a squeal of confused agitation. Panting, she shoved the whelp none so lovingly to her bosom and flopped her cranium onto the pillowing of jackets. "Fuck. Fuck, god damn those little shits that did this to us." She wheezed, her hips and spine aching the most. Gently she would rest her cranium on the flank of her mate, whimpering quietly in pain. Eventually dual toned optics would fall to rest on her little bundles of fluff, seeing them knead at her sweat soaked belly as they suckled mindlessly. Curling her wispy frame around them, she murmured the names they would forever be tied to. "Seva, and Lilith. My prince and princess, may I be a better parent than my adoptive family." She muttered, her eyes falling shut as exhaustion carried her away on a wave to the realms of sleep. There, the pain was nonexistent and she was not burdened by the previous horrorshow she had endured. Speech,

Quickly he was brought out into the world, the large boy thwarted out. Soon enough the little squirming mass of fluff started to crawl. Caressed by a tongue, then pushed towards a large fluffy stomach. Moving his snout around to find an adequate source of food as his toothless gums latched on. His tiny excuse for a tail flapped back and forth as he tried to push past siblings in order to get what he wanted. After enjoying his meal, the little brat curled up. Flexing small gray paws over themselves as he tried to get comfortable. Now he was out in the world, and he was sleeping little dreams of nothing he had ever seen before.

As the contractions swept through their mother's body the little beings were expelled from their warm home. When the little girl was welcomed into the world a shiver racked her tiny frame. A rough tongue caressed her and she squirmed to find the warmth of her mother. Seeking out the sustenance that she required. When she was done Lyre curled up next to her mother, taking in her warmth and smell. There was rough ground under her. She curled up tighter and let herself be consumed by sleep. Dreams filled the little girl's sleep as she lay curled up against her mother.

OOC: really short and crsppy, never played a pup before >.<

Lilith

At this point the girl was nothing more then a round ball of formed flesh, covered in mismatched fur. Surrounded in a sack shaped in her mothers womb, there was another there beside her, nestled safely inside the dark goddess that encased them. Her eyes were shut, her ears were folded tightly, the closure of these kept the fluid from rushing in, though none of that mattered to the sleeping beauty, she was content knowing nothing, seeing nothing, being nothing but here. Suddenly she felt a shift, only this shift wasn't the normal kind she was used too, the ones that just meant mommy dearest was doing whatever she did, no this was something far more intense. She felt the walls quiver and she started this back and fourth motion that was rather uncomfortable to the small being, she frowned unconsciously and suddenly she was rushed downwards, once more, a squeeze then she felt a drop, landing in some jellylike substance she tried to move, wiggling and writhing she squirmed in panic. Suddenly she was pulled and she felt a tug before she was plopped from the warm jelly and onto something far more uncomfortable, cold and hard. She missed her warm place. The two-toned babe squirmed around, gasping as something was filled, which she would later learn were lungs, with a warm breath, it was different, she wasn't to sure she liked it at the exact moment. letting out a mewl of frustration she was yanked to a nipple and soon drank warm nectar that filled her tummy with a satisfaction she was soon to be enjoying quite frequently. She would be named Lilith, born before her brother Seva.

The first thing Laufey contributed to the world was a whimper. The second thing he bestowed once his lungs were a bit clearer was a shrill cry. For the first time in his life, the newborn felt fear. He'd been afraid when his world had shifted and from there his terror had only grown. Laufey was pressed upon from all sides and then pushed into a space so wide he felt lost in its vastness. Immediately the warmth around him began to ebb and he was set upon by something large and rough, something that pressed upon him repeatedly.

The thing rolled him about, pushing and prodding until he was enveloped in warmth; not the warmth he was familiar with but a warmth all the same, and he was comforted by it. Still, he protected, whimpering each time he was bumped or prodded and it wasn't until his face was pressed into his mother's belly that Laufey was overcome with an instinct he didn't quite understand. He quieted, blindly searching with no luck before he was against pushed in the right direction. The newborn latched on and settled into contented silence, the whole scary ordeal forgotten immediately.