The moon was up, its silver glow shining upon the golden sands, seeing only the faint outline of objects while passing by. She was kept up, unable to sleep any longer, so many little things would distract her. Perhaps a little stroll would do her good. Though, as the woman would lift herself of the ground, she wouldn't even make it past the mouth of the den, until collapsing upon the floor. An uncomfortable feeling would surround her belly, following by a quick pain shooting through her. Through each contraction, her breathing would remain as even as possible, her only goal was to make this as easy as possible. She would push through, until all 3 where born, each unique in their own way. They ranged from beautiful colours, one even possessing the marks of a leopard, reminding her faintly of her mother.

OOC: Short and simple, pups may post now!

She had been chased from her den and her wife by her own demons, kept awake in the night as she loitered outside the den's mouth and started out at the ocean as waves lapped up on the beach. She felt lost, betrayed and yet at the same time she felt confused. She had no reason to feel this way, not after what she had done. But still she struggled to let go, struggled to forgive and forget but at the same time there was excitement blossoming within her breast at the idea of being a mother once more, of trying again like she and Desiree had spoke about so many times. Sound would alert her to Desiree moving and head would snap around, eyes burning in a moment of fear as she found Desiree collapsed on the ground panting heavily. This was not her first birth, Vi knew this much but she still worried. In silence she would slip to Desiree, looking to drape her legs over the purple woman's own forelegs and drape her head overher mate's shoulders in comfort. It was all she could do... It was not long that three wriggling forms would appear and Vi would smile softly as she pulled her head up, standing to help nudge the children towards their mothers belly. "Congratulations... Your a mom... What will you name them?" She would ask, unable to look up at Desiree as she watched the tiny forms wriggle and wreath in their competition for milk.

 

The pain, had soon been all over. As Viridiana made her way over, gently placing herself beside Desiree in an embrace, she felt everything would be right, Desireé would hope atleast. What she had done was right and wrong, and she could only hope vi would view them as her own. As theirs. One of them was purple, with golden eyes which see believed represented them both. She would turn her crown to face her wife, an easy smile curling on her face. " We're Mothers, and their beautiful," She would correct, they would be the last, and perhaps Desiree and Viridiana would leave alacritis once the babes are old enough to fend for thereselves. She would look down upon all three again, what shall she name them? Silence fell, though her decision had been made. " Millicent and Absinthe." She would coo, unless Viridiana had a different choice. She would look upon the third, unnamed one- unable to decide. [unkown if It'll be played so kinda just leaving it to put ufa maybe in the future if player no longer wants.] Though for now it didn't matter, they could both decide whenever they please.

It was only just the beginning. Content to stay within her mother, the warmth, the protection she seemed to provide, so welcoming. But nothing can last forever, as Millicent was soon to find out. She was getting pulled away from her home and out into the cold that would consume her. Innocence, needing the protection of both parents, needing to be disciplined and raised correctly in order to thrive within the world. As soon as she hit the earthen floor beneath her, she would take her first breath, and then a whole new chapter would begin. The world was still unknown to the purple babe, though all she seemed to care about was the food that her mother could provide. She would be pushed towards her mothers belly, the warmth that she gave of welcoming, oh, how she could live like this forever! "Talk" "You" Think

and it's our time now if you want it to be, maul the world like a carnival bear set free Warmth was something she had grown accustomed to, and even in her simple mind, it was becoming boring. She longed for something more. What was it? Nothing else existed, other than this blessed warmth and the pressing forms around her. The babe had been stewing in her own juices for a while now, growing big and strong alongside her siblings, known only to her now as lumps that occasionally lashed out at her. Now, it seemed, things were changing. Over time, she had moved and shifted, until she was in the position that would make her birth the least stressful. However, when were these occasions ever not stressful? The contractions started rather uneventfully, nothing more than a gentle squeeze against her fragile puppy form every now and again. Her toes would twitch reflexively in response, a pitiful attempt at fending off this all powerful foe. No, she didn't want to leave yet! It was nice here! They grew stronger, more persistent, as time passed. If she had known the sound, she might have growled. Now, she squirmed as best as her weak muscles would allow. Soon, the babe was expelled from her home. As she slipped into the realm of the living, the lavender babe squalled as mightily as she could. It was cold! Her voice was nothing especially powerful, although it was definitely pitchy and attention grabbing. Her cries would ring out until she was soothed by warmth. All this activity had warranted hunger from her, but it was not her main concern as of now. Instead, she wanted the warmth back. Why had it left her? Frail limbs would attempt to grip something, to find her warmth again. She was sorry to ever want more than the warmth, as now she craved it's return. How cruel was this? Her skin tingled with this strange new sensation, and she did not much care for it. It was not long before she was joined by the squirming forms of some other beings, ones she had yet to recognize as her siblings. It was very icky here, wherever she was. Optics weren't even remotely close to opening, ears still sealed tight to her skull. She neither heard nor saw anything, but with mucus and fluids cleared from her tiny nostrils she could smell. It was a good smell, warm and.. tasty. There it was. A faint, clawing sensation in her tummy. NO LIKE. Was the only thing that could possibly be thought by the babe. She wailed frantically, seeking something to soothe this ache. What was it? Her belly hurt, and she did not like it one bit. Crying out for help, it was all the tiny creature could do now. Finally came a saviour in the form of a warm muzzle, nudging her in the right direction. Squirming and worming her way toward the scent that filled her head with distinct rightness, she finally figured out what the problem was. Hunger. It wouldn't be long before her teeth latched onto a source of nutrition and sustenance, and she would be at peace. The words of her mothers would fall upon deaf ears, but a name would meet the air, one she would know herself by for the rest of her life. It was a good name, this one. Absinthe. Drinking her fill ever so slowly with brand new mouth muscles, she would eventually manage to drift off into sleep. Sleep was a good thing. sometimes I just wanna sit around and gaze at my shoes "Speech" All my love to the lovely Luisiana for this gawgeous image!