Sonnets of the Family
Surreal |
Surreal padded heavily along the edge of the Plains, her ears attuned to any sounds of other wolves coming from within. She had been monitoring the area since she’d explored it after the siege. Thus far, only other rogue scents criss crossed the land; the old stink Arcanum had left behind was nearly gone, now. A small smile pulled at her jowls, before an enigmatic kick from within her womb forced a grunt from her lungs. Right in the kidney… Any worries that her litter hadn’t taken this year had been erased by now, with all the vigor the little bodies had in kicking and wriggling, she guessed there were at least two healthy bodies in there, maybe three.
She hadn’t told Regulus or Zuriel yet that they would be expecting new siblings, and very soon. She could guess how they would take the news. Regulus would be delighted, fascinated, and completely perplexed at how they had come to be. Zuriel, she supposed, having listened to Erani’s teachings most closely, would have a better idea of how it had happened. Surreal gave a soft, thoughtful hum. She’d have to find a fully trained healer to continue Zuriels training. Her middleborn daughter showed great promise, having been able to keep Falk from gaining an infection, or dying from self-starvation.
Surreals path curved inward to the Plains, and, as she reached the old Meeting area, she leapt up onto the boulder, her haunches lowering to the stone. While she felt lighter this time around, the litter inside her still was heavy, and she’d be glad to birth them out. Mismatched eyes of blue and gold gazed across the plains to the patches of woodland that held her mothers den. And this time, she had a feeling that she would be able to bring her children into the world where they truly belonged.
She sat straight as a queen, eyes turning back toward where she had come, toward the Willows. It was time to tell her first litter that they would be having siblings soon enough. Her muzzle lifted, jaws parting in a call for her children and for her mate. And should any of her other family hear her call, they were more than welcome to join. She was always one for happy reunions.
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Regulus |
Regulus raced headlong along a rabbit trail, hot on the big bunny heels of a rabbit. He’d begun to really flesh out, now that he’d reached his top height, and now that the injuries from his short skirmish with the tiger were healed sufficiently for Zuriel and his mother to say he could run and hunt, he was making up for lost time. The rabbit zigzagged ahead, and he tried his best to keep up. Of course, with his larger size, sharp turns were tougher.
Then, his prey vanished down a bolt hole. He skidded to a halt with a growl, then set to digging. Dirt flung in all directions behind him, but mister four lucky bunny feet was well ensconced in that hole. Regulus pulled away with a grumble. He swore he could hear that rabbit giggling at him. Cinder caught up at last, looking up at her friend with large sapphire eyes amused. “Too big to get him, huh?” She mewed, whiskers twitching as she grinned. Then she slipped into the hole. There was a scuffle inside the hole, and Regulus hunkered down, trying to block the hole so the rabbit would only have one place to run. His open jaws.
That worked a little too well. Suddenly, his mouth was full of fur, as the rabbit all but ran half down his throat. He gagged, then snapped his jaws shut, wrenching a screech of agony from the no longer so lucky rabbit. He jumped backward and shook his head hard. The rabbits twitches ended soon enough, and that was when his mothers voice rang out from some distance away.
He knew his mother had been keeping an eye on their prospective land for a while. He’d also wondered at the change in her scent, and the way her middle seemed to have gotten bigger. LIke she’d gorged herself on a deer… And hadn’t lost the weight. Cinder popped out of the rabbit warren, looking smug about the success they’d had, and he jerked his head toward the direction his mother had called from. The somali cat nodded, and they set off.
In a short amount of time, Regulus and the cat reached his mother. He bounced up onto the boulder, dropping the limp rabbit and nuzzling his mothers shoulder. "Dia duit, Máthair. Rug muid coinín ar do shon." he greeted her in the Old Tongue, tail waving behind him in a blood red blur. At his mature height of forty-two inches, he just about towered over his thirty-six inch mother.
His side brushed against her swollen one, and right then, he felt a sudden, rippling shove, coming from inside his mother. He stepped away abruptly, turning to stare at the rippling swell of her stomach. “"Gur díoladh ... Máthair, tá .. Cad a rinne tú a ithe lá atá inniu ann, agus bhí sé fós beo nuair a shlogtar tú é?"” He asked, only half joking as he watched the strange rolling ripples cross his mothers belly.
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