I taste the tears
06-25-2014, 03:49 PM
Crucifix had not seen Othello alone since the girl had joined. Perhaps part of this had been trepidation on his own part, unwilling to bring up old memories, to leave himself alone with her where emotions might bubble to the surface, emotions that should have long since vanished in light of Othellos current position as not only mate to another, but mother of his children. Another part of this might have been Scorpion?s possessiveness of her, where he didn?t often leave her unguarded. The Alpha boy sometimes felt he treated her more as a possession then a mate, but again he had lost all rights to judge this.
He had not truly thought of her in a long time, had not allowed himself to. However on the day of her birthing for a heartbeat he had thought he had lost her. She was not his to lose, and yet, and yet? he had almost lost her. He shivered at the thought, at the sight of all that blood, the unconscious figure she made on the floor, the stillborn that had been pulled from her listless frame. He told himself as he moved to Orchids den, that he was here as an Alpha ensuring the wellbeing of the wolves in his pack, this is what he told himself and he could almost believe his lies.
As he entered the fissure that made up the healers den, the girl looked up from her work and seemed to sense something about that after a nod and a half smile she moved out from her home and left him alone with Othello. Cru moved further into the den, uncertain what he expected to find when the last time he had seen her all he could remember was the blood? ?Othello?? he called out uncertainly.
"Speech"
06-25-2014, 05:01 PM
Sleep seemed to the the only thing that took up this dame's time, that and tending to her two little bundles when her health allowed it. Slowly she was becoming more aware, spending more and more time awake. She had yet to stand and leave the den, but she doubted that Orchid would allow it anyways. She was in a half sleeping state when a soft voice called out for her, pulling at her tender heart strings. Crucifix. She would know that voice anywhere. The purple eyed dame turned her head around to look at his same coloured gaze, a small smile parting her dry lips. She would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't have any feelings left for this brute, but the connection that they had shared had been strong indeed. She had learned a lot then, and with the birth of her pups she had somewhat mellowed out. She had two little lives depending on her, she needed to stay solid for them.
Curling her elongated tail around her children, she hushed their soft cries with a few licks, the warmth of her belly and tail seeming to give them what they wanted. They were getting bigger now, and she was sure that they would be stumbling around in no time at all. Not taking her eyes off of her children, her vocals graced the echoing cavern. "I have yet to thank you for what you did Crucifix, I heard that you helped during my delivery." Her voice was soft, unused as she turned her gaze to him once more. There was a deep sadness in her gaze, not just for what she lost that day but for what she lost with him. She wouldn't change her pups, not in a life time. They looked just like her, pure white coats and long tails. Black facial markings fell on both of them, but what if they had been gray and black? She deeply cared for Scorpion, but a part of her would always love the young male standing before her.
Othello let out a soft sigh, her ears laying against her skull. "I miss you." She said carefully, the words tasting bittersweet on her tongue. She did miss the fun that they had had, although the darker times always cast a shadow on that ray of light, of hope. She knew that it was too late for them, but they had left of such bad terms. Not to mention that when she had joined she had cowered beneath Scorpion's large form, her heart tearing in two. It was hard to see him and not feel the craving that was still there, but mostly sated by Scorpion's closeness. She was well satisfied, that was for sure.
06-25-2014, 05:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2014, 05:40 PM by Crucifix.)
As the Alpha boy moved closer he would see that Othello was awake, and the soft cries of her young would sound out for a moment before she comforted them. It was a strangely homely sound, with their little voices calling out for food and warmth and love. He hadn?t really had a chance to see them yet, the ones he had seen where the stillborn?s he had buried with little flowers to mark the tiny grave.
Othellos voice would sound out, although she did not turn to look at him. He was oddly grateful for this little respite, with his eyes filled with emotion, and his face uncovered, open to all he felt. Especially with her thanks, words of gratitude when truly he had done little to nothing. ?It was Orchid and Ellis who did it all? he amended her gently. And as she finally turned to face him he had brought his features once more under control. Something about Othello always made him more emotional, more raw and he was almost ashamed at how naked he felt in front of her.
Certainly he wasn?t prepared for the words she would speak and his lips would turn downwards in a frown. ?You have a family now Othello, a mate and children, a place to settle down ? isn?t that what you always wanted?? he whispered, still finding it amazing that Scorpion could provide for her what he could not.
"Speech"