If it were possible, she hated being pregnant even more so than she despised some of her enemies- mostly because her stomach had stretched to the size of a small moose, and because she felt ugly. If there was a such thing as karma, the Gods were both blessing her and cursing her for some henious crime. What in the hell had she done to deserve this? With all that was going on around her, it seemed that being pregnant was simply a hinderance. She had neighbors to get rid of- she had to reclaim the North. It was Armada territory- those strangers didn't belong here! She didn't have time to be pregnant! She had empires to destroy- wars to start. And Oh shit-  Her rantings were halted by a harsh pain in her gut. She lifted her head, and turned to look at her side. What the hell? Her ears pinned back, as another wave of pain raced through her body and she felt a whine drag itself from the pits of her throat. She scrabbled at the earth, panting as that wave of pain left her. That was not okay- and it needed to stop happening now. She glared at the earth around her, a snarl bubbling in her throat. What the fuck?! Greek scuttled from behind a tree, eyeing his mistress as she growled, before retreating up to a lower branch of the redwoods above them. He didn't want to get between her teeth and whatever was irking her.  Roman huffed, before dragging herself to her feet, her earth wobbled as another wave of pain crashed through her, and she dug her nails into the frozen snow to hold her balance. Of course- she'd be away from their den when her body decided to revolt. She hesitated for calling out to anyone. She didn't want a fuss, and she didn't want to listen to someone tell her she should be taking it easy. She was a Queen, dammit! She didn't have time to rest. She trudged forward, trying to shut out the pain- truthfully in between the waves it wasn't so bad, but when those waves washed over her, she felt like her body was splitting open- and that was hell on earth.    Greek skittered down from his tree, and followed at a safe distance- his green eyes watchful of his misteress. He wasn't sure what was going on- or what was attacking her, he was just sure that she would not go through it alone, and as soon as he saw what was bothering her, it'd have an angry fossa on their tail! The trek was excruiciatingly slow, but finally she neared their den. That was when the mother of all pains hit her, and a sharp whine left her. Bloody hell, she collasped at the mouth of it, before, writhing on the ground. Had somene fucking posioned her again?!  She drug herself into her den, as the wave of pain subsided- her eyes wide, as she pulled her massive form through and into the shelter.  What was happening to her? Was she... Oh shit. She was in labor! That had to be it! She'd been outside of dens, and heard stories about labor. She was in labor! She was fixing to be a mother! She was fixing to- OUCH.  A hiss of breath left her as another set of contractions worked through her body. Gods- this was torture. As the pain subsided, and she caught her breath again she howled for both Drashiel and Amalia. Devin hadn't been around lately and the red faced healer had wanted to learn how to deal with mothers in labor- she may as well get some hands on practice. Her call echoed in the den, and she tried to draw herself into a more regal laying postion- rather than look like a flailing bird. She was fixing to get her body back- and be a mother. She needed to look good for them- right?  Would their eyes be open before she's regained her fit form? Would they think her tidy and unkept?! Oh gods, she was fixing to be a mother! Butterflies and nerves fluttered within her belly- coupled with another powerful contraction. How in the hell had she not know she was going into labor when she'd gotten up this morning?! Shouldn't there have been a sign? Why did it hurt so much? Was something wrong?! A slight whine left her as she waited for Amalia to come.  Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

please let drashiel or amalia post next- doesn't matter which order for those two c: will make a note when its time for babies! :D DRASHMAN BABIES YAY 

Blood stained the males fur as he trotted back towards the den site, a rabbit hanging limply from his jaws.  It had been a hard won catch, his thanks to some loose snow that caused the rabbit to fall through the surface, sputtering and flailing just long enough for the large male to barrel through and seize his prize.  This snack would come in handy he was sure of it.  Tail wagging lazily back and forth Drashiel couldn't wait to show his pregnant wife his catch.  She was unbelievably large now and Drashiel could only imagine how many pups were being granted life in her belly.

A pained howl shattered the silence of the winter sky and Drashiel bolted forward, limbs eating the distance between him and the call.  It was Roman and she was in agony, he knew that much.  Was she alright?  Was she…. was she giving birth?  He slid to a halt at the den entrance, quickly dropping the rabbit as he moved in.  Screw decorum, he wanted to be there for her.  

"Roman I'm here, I'm here.  Breathe, love, I'm sure Amalia will be here shortly to help with the pain." Drashiel moved to lay by her back, seeking to curl somewhat protectively around her and to give her both warmth and reassurance.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

The howl rang out, and she knew that it was time. The woman let out an excited yip, scrambling around in her little herb den and gathering what she needed. She gathered up the rest of her dried alfalfa, the last bit that she had managed to gather in the dead of winter. It took a long time to walk down to the west to gather it, but she knew that it was needed in this time. Tossing her red head around the den, she sniffed around at the verity of herbs that were hanging from the roof, drying out to keep. Thankfully winter was coming to a close, but she knew that the snow would stick around longer in the North. But no time for that! There were puppies coming! The girl let out another bark, her little stub of a tail making her rump wiggle as she practically danced around the den. What else did she need? A bit of boneset, yes! But not too much. It would help her muscles relax, to ease the contractions. And she couldn't forget the motherwort! Yes, that was the major one. Amalia frowned at how little she had left, curse this cold! Grabbing all that was there, she wrapped it up in a large bay leave and grabbed the bundle carefully in her mouth. Still wiggling back and forth, she bound out of the den and jumped into the snow. Amalia practically leaped through the snow, jumping towards Roman's den. Finally getting to the entrance of the den, she poked her head in and saw Roman on the ground, contractions rolling through her body. Drashiel was there as well, and he caught the tail end of his words. "Amalia is right here!" she said cheerfully, having dropped the bundle at her paws. She nosed the herbs towards the woman, smiling down at her. "Please eat these Miss, they will help you very much," her words were soft, but she couldn't contain the joy that she felt. Gently her nose prod against her swollen belly, making sure that the pups were aligned. When she felt them, a shock went through her. Blinking, she pulled her head back as her gaze flickered between the two. Those were big babies! "Next time you feel a contraction, you need to push Miss, okay?" Amalia whispered, positioning herself behind the soon-to-be mother. It was time. Speech

The pain was crippling, but after her frantic howl- it didn't take long for Drashiel to appear. She lifted her head as he entered their den. She could scent hair- and see the blood that clung to his fur. Her violet eyes studied him, as he moved around her- and she couldn't help but feel relieved and a bit pissed off. His words didn't help matters and she felt a growl bubble in her throat. "Lets see how well you breath when I shove that hare down your throat." She snapped, and immediately felt contrite. She frowned, and let out a slight whine as she turned her head to nuzzle him. "Sorry..." She muttered. A hiss of pain left her, as another contraction wrecked through her body. She stretched out against the pain, gasping as it passed. Weakly, she lifted her head as Amalia scrambled into the den. She wanted to greet the healer but the pain- God the pain. How was the healer to damn cheerful?! She inwardly griped. She was dying here.  Her head started slipping into a fog, but she lapped up the herbs that Amalia deposited before her, gagging slightly as she swallowed because another contraction hit her like a tree, as the healer prodded her belly. "Watch itt" She snapped, though her words slurred slightly, and her tone wasn't as forceful as it could have been. She took Amalia's words in and let out a hissing breath, as she felt the next contraction building. Roman pushed- she didn't know she'd know HOW to push until the moment came, and it felt like her body was ripping apart. She pushed, her head rising from the ground, straining with effort, and as the contraction ended, and something slipped from her body. A pup? Her head thumped against the ground heavily, and she let out an exasperated sigh, and within seconds another contraction hit her. What the fuck?! Would she not get a break? Again she'd push- and the same process would repeat itself again the three more times, until she was quivering with exhaustion. She didn't have the energy to even greet the first pup, she hoped Drashiel and Amalia could tend to them. She didn't even have the energy to make herself care. Crystalline tears streamed from her eyes- Roman didn't often cry from pain, but she felt as if her body was being torn apart. She was exhausted.  So she lay in the den trembling- the rational part of her mind wanted to ask if her pups were alive. "'up's ali-Ahhh" She broke off as another contraction ripped through her, and she tried to push, but she was just so exhausted. She heard a whine- and she scrabbled with what little energy she had left. Why was she.. what? How many pups could she have?! She gasped for air, and nearly screeched as another contraction ripped through her again, and this time she pushed something outside of her body. Gasping and trembling she lay there- wishing she were dead- wishing that she were anywhere but here.  And this the darkness took her, and she welcomed it with a whine- drifting into the dozy haze.  Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

roman's not unconscious just floating on the edge. I like to be mean to her apparently. xD I kinda wanted to get this out in one post, and hope that's okay with you two. Would like to name them in next round- then let pups post? if that sounds okay? 

also a note for ama: the last pup can be pp'd as sick, as we were given permission by Muse. Since she's in Berlin and can't be on here c:

This would be their only litter, Drashiel came quickly to that decision as he watched his wife overcome with pain.  He didn't like seeing her like this.  She snapped at him but he let the words roll off him like water off a duck.  Reaching out he attempted to lick her left ear, hoping to cool some of her fever and offer what reassurance he could.  Drashiel knew he could not understand the pain she was going through but dammit he would be here for her every step of the way, whether she wanted him to or not.  Amalia soon appeared and began to treat his wife.   --------------- Time seemed to crawl by as Roman labored, growing weaker with every push.  One by one the pups were brought into the world and Drashiel could only stare in awe at the five pups.  FIVE.   Not only that but some of them were quite large.  Drashiel assisted Amalia with cleaning the little creatures and as soon as they were at their mother's side he leaned down to nuzzle her.  "You did well Roman, five pups, they'll be ok."  The last it seemed was ill but Drashiel was certain Amalia would be able to treat it and all five would survive. "Speech"

Senses were restricted to touch.  Here eyes did not see, her ears did not hear, her nose did not smell, her tongue did not taste… all she could know of the world was through feeling.  The warmth, the closeness of other bodies before the undulating rhythm started to shift her world, bumping her against her siblings for a moment before her little body felt like it was moving elsewhere…. nooo…. no she was fine where she was thank you very much.  Integra could not yet comprehend time, again there was only touch.  The air around her was cold, her lungs frothed as she struggled to breath before a warm tongue encouraged her to take her first shuddering breaths and she whined pitifully before she was placed next to something warm and comforting, much like before.  Bonds forming over mere contact. "Speech"

I WAS BORN WITHOUT THIS FEAR NOW ONLY THIS SEEMS REAL At first there was nothing, but that "nothing" was everything. The writhing masses that pressed against her- the warmth. This was her world as she grew. She wasn't expecting anything to change, and of course it did. Her world convulsed as something shook them- and she rattled into the masses beside her. Finally, it was like she was being pulled out- away from them into a void. She was sucked away from the feel of all that she had ever known, and pushed away. Her word grew smaller- constricting upon her- smaller and smaller. Then it wasn't small anymore. She was cold! Something rubbed against her- her only sense seemed magnified out here and she let out a sharp clear whine. She was moved, and nudged- her whines becoming increasingly more demanding as she scented something, that awoke her instincts. Pitifully, she whined her little jaws parting as she was moved towards it. She was beside something warm- and that warmth was comforting. That was enough for now. I NEED TO MOVE, I NEED TO FIGHT BELLONA AURUM ARMADA