All You Have To Do Is Shout It Out [Birth]
She rolled her shoulders as she began to pace, the subtle clenching her rear half began to hit her with. She couldn't stop from rolling her eyes every five minutes or so, Fuck, man. A real contraction began as she halted and refused to move even an inch, her paw remained raised even, until it closed. She found herself in the den; laying, rolling, exiting. Yeah, screw this. Kaine's pelts seemed so cozy only nights ago until right now this minute. They weren't helping shit. "Fuuuuckk." She groaned louder than an average tone. She wouldn't even bother to call the Giant, or anyone of the pack for that matter. Didn't cross her mind probably? It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She was a little too concerned of the pain she was feeling, though not thinking that anyone else could help. Mid-evening, Kaine should be coming back to the den soon. Though maybe it was better they weren't here... Whatever. She laid in the grasses just outside the den, her paws rummaging in the dirt as she grew even antsier. She just wanted it over with. |
A hare clenched loosely between powerful jaws, the titan returned to their lover. The day had been long and uneventful, filled with menial tasks. With the birth of their children approaching so rapidly, the beast scarcely wanted to leave the little pixie's side. They wanted only to dote upon her and bathe her in unending devotion. However, duties were to be fulfilled. The day had started off with a quick examination of the borders, making sure they were sound. Perhaps they had taken a quick piss, just to be sure. Never hurt to make sure everyone knew that this area was occupied. Then, a foray into the surrounding area. In the wet season, the herbs had been plentiful and the healers hadn't needed them to scout. However, now that rain was scarce, everything was dying off quickly. Thus, the beast felt obligated to retrieve whatever they thought the healers might need.
Today, that had left them empty handed. Save for this small meal for their beloved. Pale paws had settled into an easy, rolling gait through the cathedral. As the den site neared, the heady aroma of their lover was all over. Something was amiss. Her scent was wrong. Strained, fearful. Had someone dared threaten their beloved? Pace increasing, the titan pounded across the terrain. "My love!" They bellowed, brows knitting together with worry. "What's wrong?"
Her amethyst form was sprawled in the grass, claws kneading the ground. The air was ripe with the scent of stress. It must be time. A meal was clearly not in her interest, so the titan dropped the warm hare to the ground. "Little pixie, what would you have me do?" It was a desire only for her comfort, and the giant edged closer. Crown low, they sought to meet her frantic gaze.
OOC: Malleus can join at any time (if he wants) and powerplay Agria giving her herbs/helping with the birthing Eyes kept narrowed as the beast came to view. They seemed even fuzzy as she tried to focus on their worried expressions. She tried to sit up with a roll, maybe even making it look like she were trying to get as far away from them as possible. But as another contraction would hit, She cringed and dropped back to the hot, itchy surface. "Fuuuccck you." She muttered on her way down with eyes that stabbed them with venom. Wincing again, there was no holding back at this time. Her mind now going out of this world as she wouldn't go to answer Kaine any longer, or any other's that could have joined. The pain so immense it was too hard to concentrate on anything else, even what she was supposed to do. Everything was to come naturally to her, she didn't ask anyone for help or advice nor did she expect anyone to want to help her. Kaine didn't count of course. Kaine always cared. "Get these fuckers out of me!" She'd yelp more with anger than anything. Shortly after she spat, the first little dark ball of meat would slide out, but it would take a little more time for a second, lighter one. No, they were nearly the same in tone, but one resembled more of her and one more of Kaine. Only was the woman relived to know that that was it. Though maybe she could have went for some more to keep her demon happy. Now that there were only two, they were bound to want more... |
Fallen One, was she ever furious. Those fuschia eyes, narrowed to slits of rage. They watched her strain to reach a more comfortable position, and hurried to assist her. Large form would slide into the space behind her, seeking to support her agonized body. The fact that she cursed them made no difference, nor did it matter. The woman was in pain, suffering through life's most horrendous of miracles. Tentatively, they would caress the top of her head with their tongue. "I am so, deeply sorry, little pixie." They crooned into her charcoal aud. It was their incessant desires that had pushed this upon her, even though she wanted no part in child bearing.
"Get these fuckers out of me!" She wailed, vocals harsh with strain. Brown tipped auds fell back, worry creasing their brow ever more. Tentatively, they let out a low call for anyone who was listening. She seemed so frenzied that they thought perhaps she might die. The light in her eyes dulled, shuttered from reality. The titan resumed their affections, grooming her ears and neck. Kaine hoped it would ground her, and keep her present for the birth of their children.
Her stomach rippled with each contraction. It was horrific to watch, really. How could such a miracle be so cruel? All at once, a small bundle arrived into the world. Their little pixie seemed so distant, they felt better to be the one who welcomed it. She made no moves towards the tiny creature. Ever so gently, they could extract themself from her side. This was a large pup, for sure. It would be strong, a good soldier for the empire. Ruddy as the clay of the canyon in which they first settled. The giant would busy themself with bathing the child, until it squalled at their touch. A sigh of relief. It lived! Ever so gently, they plucked it from the ground. This little child needed to eat, and feel the warmth of its mother's body. Thus, the beast placed it delicately at her belly.
No sooner had they paused to admire their lover's hard work, and their success, than another child was evicted from the comfort of her womb. "My love, you are so strong." They murmured to her, bumping their snout against the side of hers. Careful paws carried them to her tail, where a light coloured pup had arrived. This one bore the colourings of its mother. Perhaps this one would tend more towards her lines, and bear more magic in its veins. Tenderly, they laved their tongue over its tiny body until it cried. Which didn't take long at all. This one was even stronger than the first, it seemed. Fantastic! Collecting it gently between their teeth, they placed it at the side of its sibling. The pair suckled voraciously.
Her straining had quelled, and the titan looked towards her rump. This must have been all. Perfect, two strong pups for the empire. A warm, rumbling tone slipped through their jaws; "They are beautiful, my love." For they could see her watching the children, admiring them. All that hard work had paid off, it seemed. Mismatched gaze roved over the pair. While somewhat smaller, the first born seemed not to be lacking for tenacity. They squinted, seeking to puzzle out whether they were male or female. Ah, two boys. "The first born shall be Mephistopheles Aman Abraxas." They declared, smiling at their lover. "You should be the one to name our other son, little pixie. He looks so much like you."
Things had been nothing short of spectacular for the godling. He knew no hunger, nor cold. Although, lately, someone had been getting a little too close for comfort. Constantly kicking and squirming. They grunted at each other a lot, eyes sealed shut against what light may filter into their home. Things were only getting more and more cramped, as time went on. Had everything gotten smaller around them both? It was starting to get unbearable. Tightening muscles squeezed the young Abraxas from all angles. Forced him even closer into the personal space of his womb-mate. The tangle of limbs only lasted a few moments, before everything got turned upside down. Forced into a world of unbearable cold and harsh air. Something warm arrived soon enough, sliding over his strange and unfamiliar body. It forced his lungs to contract. This newfound concept, oxygen, seared a path into his body. It hurt! An indignant roar came rushing out, the only response he could muster to this horrible new experience. Soon, he was being jostled and moved. Everything was wrong, and weird. He didn't like it one bit! Softness. Warmth. Food! Okay, maybe it was alright out here. Just like that, he was filling his belly. Whatever this was, it was pretty nice. For a minute or so, at least. Then, someone familiar was there to grunt at him and squirm some more. Oh great, this guy again?
"speech" |
Life was definitely weird. Though the stretching and pushing on the other rock near him wasn't too bad of a start. He rolled and poked and just had a ball in this round world. But there was a sudden hurt feeling as he felt his rock buddy fading off in the distance. "Where you go?" His tiny little imagination would seek, as he truly knew no words yet. But he was sad that the buddy left him... No matter, he just had to chase after him, right? What felt like he was racing to the finish line, he was really being pushed out forcefully. Though, he didn't seem to mind too much at all. Not until some giant slimy thing touched him. Well, maybe slimy because he was slimy? Who knew, it wasn't cool. "Hey!" his nose poked at his rock buddy where he seemed to meet on the other side. In between his little cries, he would follow after what he was doing and going for the fuzzy thing that made him food. This new place seemed pretty awesome he thought; he could get used to this. |
!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.
Scent: Roses Alignment: Chaotic Evil Season: Winter Status: Single (Heterosexual) Height: 40 inches Home: Grapevine Cathedral Maims: Sheath scarring, barely noticeable unless someone is actually looking there while he is belly-up Important Details: |
All of Kaine's affections, as normal, would do absolutely nothing for her. One may have even thought she was undeserving of them, and in reality maybe she was. But somehow she was willing to go above and beyond for them. She was devoted, and she truly did care for them. Only she didn't share the mutual feeling for the little balls of meat and fur that now suckled beside her. She would eventually rise to look at them, one side of her lips pulled back as she didn't really know how to react to them. She wasn't all "aww, look at the tiny cute creatures" or happen to share a strong bond with them like every mother mentioned after the experience of childbirth. Was there something wrong with her? Other than her usual psychotic episodes. She allowed Kaine to groom them as they pleased, she sure didn't want to even though she was resisting the natural urge to do it herself. She was truly disgusted with herself now, what was really wrong with her? Kaine named one, and expressed how she should name the other. They were both boys, and she did somehow admire the resemblance to her. "Kefka?" It was a statement and a question. Nothing like the name Kaine gave, but it was suited from her own "origins". This child would be an Abraxas, might as well give him some sort of Agria creativity. She'd "love" them both the same anyway, so her naming one or even it looking more like her beautiful self, it wouldn't draw her closer to that one. |
A complete lack of maternal devotion made itself known, though Kaine cared little. Perhaps she was simply withdrawn into her own psyche after the trauma of birth. Maybe she was in shock, unable to cope with the ebb and flow of her emotions. Regardless, the beast would love the little whelps enough for both of them until she could find her rhythm. Doting now upon their lover, the titan couldn't contain their glee. Dark lips curved into a broad smile, a thousand watts aimed directly at their little pixie. The pair of them, they had done this. Made a new generation for the great Abraxas name!
"Kefka?" she offered weakly, fuchsia gems wandering to meet their own. Her hesitation bothered Kaine none. It made perfect sense that she was unsure. After all, there had hardly been the time or the occasion for them to plan the names. A soft rumble shook their chest, chiseled cranium bobbing agreeably. "Kefka Abraxas. He will be a fine addition to the Empire." they assured their lover, craning their neck so that they might nuzzle her cheek affectionately.