Like a kick in the face [birthing]
She was living in a womb of reefer, drifting in and out of consciousness. This had to be her most brilliant idea ever, eating the cannibis to help reignite her hungar and quell her unsettled stomach. The second half of her pregnant had been easy, living in her den mostly cuddling Nova and then jabbing him instantly for food. She was always hungry. Other then that she simply slept 90% of the time. Maybe pregnancy wasn't that bad. At least that's what she thought until a searing pain ripped through her stomach, arching like white hot fire through her spine and settling in a tight ball at the base of her skull. Immediatly wild red eyes would fly open, startled and shocked though no sound would come out at first. She would glance around nervously only to find Nova. What time was it? She looked outside and it was pitch black, what time was it? Another searing pain and immediately she knew. It was time. She would flip away from Nova, laying so she was on her side with paws facing Nova. Hind paws kicked at him and she groaned and wrapped her paws around her belly. She would not speak, eyes screwed shut and teeth clenched. "Nova... It's time..." She whimpered, wanting nothing more then for these foul creatures to begone from her belly.
The Merle brute was rather content with just relaxing, having no one to bother him or nag at him. And well, these past few months had been rather amusing and frightening. Dione looked like a big green melon who seemed to just be hibernating for the whole pregnancy, though it was rather intimidating that Dione could jab him with her horns at any moment, perhaps as punishment for putting her through this. Though, the relaxing vibe the green nymph had given of didn't last much longer. The sudden shifting would make Novaro's triangular ears twitch, before she really seemed to be getting uncomfortable. Nova would move his crown slightly of the ground, until the forced words would slip her ebony lips. He would quickly raise to his paws, giving her space, though staying close enough so she knows he'll be there to support her. " Should i call someone? Get some herbs... Cannabis? ooo! ooo! Do you want more food?" He would tilt his crown, not really understanding the concept that she may very well be in a lot of pain and that he should probably stop blabbing as much as he was.
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Heat, blessed heat, and contact with... something. It was so wonderful, and then the pressure began. He did not understand, could not understand. What in existence, what in his existence... He had nothing to base his understanding on. He was so limited, and then it was cold. Squalling, the boy entered the world. It was a horrible thing, if he had been of the capacity to understand. But he could not, did not, and by instinct was driven forward. Milk, sweet and warm, but he could not see. Yet there it was, a teat. He latched on with strength ferocious for his size and age, still feeble once all things were considered. He was content, if cold and damp, but he had arrived. "Talk" "You" Think |