our love is madness

*Isolde* · 12-13-2014, 10:30 PM

Tomorrow. She knew they would come tomorrow. Isolde was absolutely gigantic, or at least in her mind she was. Like a giant balloon with her limbs sticking out. She felt gross, and wished she could go run away from everyone until she was back to normal. She couldn't though, not only because she knew they wouldn't leave her side but because she didn't think she could birth them by herself. The confidence was not there, the experience was scary and she would never be ready for it. A groan would leave her lips, loud and obnoxious as she stared up at the ceiling of the den. Her paws would lay gracefully on her chest, her back legs would splay out revealing her dust colored belly. She was alone right now, oddly left to her own thoughts. She didn't like it, not being in the presence of another she felt a bit lost, like she didn't know what she should be doing. Boredom, that was probably it. She was sick of the den, the day she could leave could not come soon enough.

Oddly her boredom would not last long, a rather intense pain would take hold of her attention. Already her body was starting to prepare itself, oooh it hurt so bad though. She couldn't help the pained sound that would leave her lips, not that she was calling for anyone but it really hurt. Little did she knew this was mild in comparison to what she would experience. Wriggling on the den floor she would eventually endure it's entirety, even more sure that tomorrow was the day.
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