The woman stay well the men go out to play
11-13-2014, 05:20 PM
Bass had left for a festival held in another wolves lands, it left the pregnant moody she wolves behind in Abaven, as well as anyone else who wished to remain. She had wanted to go, especially knowing that both Bass and Rhythm would be there left her feeling agitated and worried for them. She could not however, Bass had told her to stay behind, that she needed to stay in Abaven and look after everyone, to look after Bass's pregnant mate. How could Motif say no to that? No doubt he was manipulating her in his own worry and need to keep her safe, but that didn't matter, the words where still there and she could not betray them. She had told Bass in turn that he and Rhythm needed to look out for each other, that if either came back damaged she would kill them both herself. She watched them go, rooting herself to the ground and forcing her body not to follow after. She waited until the party was out of sight before going in search of Wren. She moved to Bass's den, groaning at the elevated rock before forcing herself to scramble up it. She panted a moment before letting off a soft wuff outside the den to see if she was inside. "Speech" |
11-15-2014, 07:33 PM
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11-15-2014, 08:43 PM
Bass's mate was perhaps a month behind Motif, not that she had taken much opportunity to note this herself but she had some vague idea of the time frame and that Wren had not gotten pregnant till after Motif had returned. Poor Abaven, with so many wolves out of commission she couldn't help but feel bad ? not that it was her fault, and besides she wasn't given her duties a rest until the day she couldn't rise or exploded. Her thoughts where on Abaven when Bass's mate shuffled to the exit of the den. The Queen couldn't help but smile to see the other in her condition ? not that she would have wished this hell upon anyone, it was still nice to see someone else who must feel as terrible and weak ass she did.
Wren would take a seat on the earth before Motif and her eyes would settle on Motif's golden eyes, as the Destruction looked back into Wren's green orbs. ?I'm fat and achy and feel wrong in my skin? she said simply, but with a wicked smile to tell the other she wasn't speaking harshly. ?But I imagine you feel much the same way?
"Speech"
11-15-2014, 09:07 PM
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