Only the Beginning
08-10-2013, 02:23 AM
Walk | Talk | Think
In another den, the happy mother Ocena and her beautiful new lives nestled close to one another, exchanging scents and settling in for their first meal. In another den, Mercianne had done just as she had promised. She had seen Ocena through to the end, had assisted her deliver the babes that she had been carrying for what felt like a considerably long time, and watched as they breathed in the same life that each of their siblings did. It had been so touching, so moving, that tears had stung her eyes in those last moments, and having assured herself that mother and children were happy and content and - most importantly - safe, she had gone, giving them their space and returning to her own den to nest and fidget and wait about expectantly for when it might be her turn.
But that turn had come much sooner than she had expected. It was only a few hours after the other mother had given birth that Mercianne began to feel the first stirrings of discomfort, of pain, and immediately she began to worry. Was this it? Was this the beginning of everything? A couple repeated, cramping pains assured her that it was. She had been unable to sit and rest inside of her den, had been pacing about nervously, lying down only to shift about, roll onto her opposite side, and then eventually give up and rise again, starting the whole process again from the beginning. Now she turned within the den, attempting with no luck to find a position that might be comfortable for her, but nothing seemed to do. She would only be comfortable once everything was finished.
Between spasms, she wondered if she ought not to call for Awaken the same way that Ocena had called for her. The wolf had been a surprisingly adept student, picking up on her techniques with herbs and plants even before she began consciously trying to teach him, but it had been so long since she had laid eyes on him. Would he even come? Was he even close enough to hear? In the end she had decided against it. Let someone else call him after the difficult part was over; the last thing she needed was him to pass out the same as he had done when she had told him she was pregnant.
A particularly hard contraction took hold of her, eliciting an unexpected whine from her lips. Oh goodness, if this is what Ocena had gone through, no wonder she had looked the way she had. It hurt. Suddenly there was less of an issue with comfort as she managed to make one more turn within her den before she lowered herself onto her side, breathing deeply and carefully. As the moment gripped her, a bit of her training was forgotten, the plants she had been so careful to pile up neatly going ignored as she adjusted to the new, painful sensations of birth. Again she was reminded of Erani's warning, the single fear that had surrounded Ocena and Gargoyle's litter: size. What if her pups, sired by the large male Awaken, were too large? What if complications arose for it? Now was hardly the moment to get caught up on her fears. She needed to concentrate on the spasms of her lower body, to breathe and remain as calm as she could. She had seen this done, she had trained in it. She was a mother; she had to do this.
A few more times she shifted, curling around inside the den and resettling herself on the soft floor of it. Painful contractions continued to wrack her body at increasing intervals. Despite how uncomfortable everything was, she thought she was progressing along well. Everything seemed right, felt right even if it hurt. This was it. She was actually going to have her puppies now.
And drawing in a few more quick breaths, unable to call for assistance or wait any longer, the difficult process began...
OOC: Alrighty. A few things. Merci's den is not nearly as large as Ocena's, so there will be a minimal amount of bystanders. Likely one if not two small ones as Awaken, who she planned to share the den with, is a decently sized wolf. Also, because I would really like a head count on pups, please do reply with your single birthing post. There's six of you, so I just want to make sure everyone's planning on keeping their pups active and are ready when they become playable. c: Wee, puppies!
08-11-2013, 02:30 AM
It's clear I never should have known The tiny thing knew that today was the day, somehow instincts told him that he would greet his new life. Birth would hardly be a struggles as he was evicted from his first home. With a great gasp he was thrust into the warm air, his lungs filling with air. His mouth uttered the most pitiful of cries, signaling his need for care. He could feel the emptiness in his stomach start to gnaw at his insides. His cries grew more insistant, he needed food. So there's a dark side in us all[Clover] |
08-11-2013, 07:19 AM
Warmness and fuzziness had encased Sage for weeks and weeks and weeks. It had kept him warm as he grew from a little speck to what he was now. The warm comforting presence around him was the source of his food and growth. His lifeline. Although there was one big thing around him, with him were lots of little things like himself. Sometimes they bumped him, pushing him to the side of the world they were all in. Although it wasn't very comfortable, when he went to the edges of the womb, he heard little noises. There were little ones that went cheep, and deeper ones that were louder, but most of the time it was a calm, soothing voice that seemed incredibly close.
When everything started to move and shake, Sage had been pushed to the edge of the womb, he didnt hear noises this time though, only fast thudding noises around him. Suddenly, and extra big shake and push shot Sage right out of the comfy warm place to a chilly place where his mouth was dry and belly empty. One other of the smaller prescenses around him had been expelled already, the one who pushed Sage to the edge. The presence that was there before was a real thing now, and it was licking him and nudging him towards her. After a few seconds Sage found the sweet milk tbat he desired and drank it up. He lay there, once more in the embrace of his mother. What an odd world this is.
When everything started to move and shake, Sage had been pushed to the edge of the womb, he didnt hear noises this time though, only fast thudding noises around him. Suddenly, and extra big shake and push shot Sage right out of the comfy warm place to a chilly place where his mouth was dry and belly empty. One other of the smaller prescenses around him had been expelled already, the one who pushed Sage to the edge. The presence that was there before was a real thing now, and it was licking him and nudging him towards her. After a few seconds Sage found the sweet milk tbat he desired and drank it up. He lay there, once more in the embrace of his mother. What an odd world this is.
08-11-2013, 08:54 AM
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All his life the pup had known only warmth and comfort and a full belly, but lately things had been getting more and more crowded. The other lives around him, those he would come to know as siblings, were always moving around and seemed to push him. Finally today the pushes and the pressure got worse. He nudged around, his closed eyes squeezing tighter as he searched blindly for a way out of the world that had gotten too small for him.
It was a struggle but eventually he was free again. The world opened up and he had space to move around once more. And move he did. The rooting instinct took over as he began the most awkward and futile movements of his life - his belly dragging on the cave floor as he summoned all his strength to even try to raise his huge head. 'Mother' had been the world around him, but now he had to find it again. Luckily, he had the familiar forms of his siblings there. Soon enough he was comfortable and nursing.
08-11-2013, 09:09 AM
Awaken sighed looking about on his usual routine, scouting for things the pack could use. That is untill he smelt blood. Wolfs blood. The sweet blood of Mercianne. Fear pounded through his heart. Merci? ?"MERCIANNE!" He cried, sprinting in the direction of the scent. What if something had happened to her, what if sacrement had come for her and his unborn pups before taking his life aswell.
He sprinted in the mouth of the cave. "MERCI I-AMMM PUPPPIIEES!!" a look of absolute joy crossed his face. Six of his beautiful babies and his beautiful wife. "Oh merci, theyre beautiful." he swiped his tounge over her muzzle and gently swiped his toung over clover's back. He treated both Merci and the pups with such tenderness. He treated them as if they were fine glassware that would shatter if tested.