Zephora
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[M0n:100]
"Young girl, one day you will be old But the thing is I love you NOW"
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Post by Zephora on Aug 5, 2010 14:37:36 GMT -5
Z e p h o r a Night, and though she'd been told to lay down, Zephora couldn't. Why? She was uncomfortable. Over the past few days the pups had been growing increasingly active and in being so, they caused her much discomfort. Now it was night time and she held a fever, not to mention that she'd wet herself on her way back to the den. Little did she know that she hadn't truly wet herself, but that her water had actually broken. The pain in her stomach was incredible, to the point that she found it hard to gather breath at times, and contractions had already begun. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she had a faint idea that she might have broken into labor. There was a voice running through her mind though, and it told her "Push." and so she listened to it.
Having finally made her way back into her resting den she realized that her beloved Kerrigan hadn't made his way back quite yet and was probably checking upon the others within their pack and home. Pain shot through her belly and down her hind legs before bursting through her chest and making its way down her spine. With a clenched jaw she closed her eyes only to release a lowly growl that eventually rose into a high pitched whine. Breath.. it was so hard to breathe, but she eventually decided upon following what that voice of hers had told her to do, and with the pups moving about more than ever she was in a world of pain.
With ears slicked back upon her mane, her breath labored, and limbs trembling from the pain that coursed through her, she let out the only song she truly could at the moment. "Kerrigan, I need you!! The pups!!"
[/i][/color] came her voice across the night winds and through the area, but she could only hope that he'd reach the den sooner than later. Heat, her body felt like a sauna from the pain she was enduring, flushing over her form as if she'd been standing in the desert only to leave her panting against the cool night air. "Push Zephora.. Push." whispered the voice within her head, but in all reality she didn't want to. It hurt a lot, but she knew that she had to do it and so she began this with a lowly growl that rattled her chest causing the guard hairs on her hackles tremble. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color]
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Post by kerrigan on Aug 6, 2010 2:42:01 GMT -5
His nostrils flared out, the black rims shiny as he scented the wind. The camp was mostly quiet, the murmurs from the pack soft. All was calm in Nigori this night, and for that he was pleased. Zephora had not been feeling well, and her discomfort worried him. He feared he was being a little overbearing, but she was his mate. He had a right to get anxious when she gasped for breath or trembled. Sometimes he wished she hadn't gotten pregnant. Sure, her milky scent made him wish to meet his pups, and when he lay his head on her stomach in comfort or in sleep, the little paws made his heart ache for the lives, but she was having such a hard time now. Zeph was so beautifully radiant, but her pain made him feel like shit. Yeah, they'd both gotten her pregnant, and on purpose, but it still made him wish she didn't have to go through it. He sighed out a breath, the wind bringing nothing but the comforting marshy scents. Salt, reeds, and silt. Plus the smell of his pack which was as welcoming as always. He moved through camp, and his low, throaty voice added to the fray as he peaked into each den to check on the snoozing members who remained in camp that much. Others were out on patrol or doing night duties. The routine made his muscles relax for the first time that day. He'd scared off a group of bobcats - those things were supposed to be loners for Lupercus' sake! - and hunted a marsh buck to feed Zephora's craving. It had been fun, but tiring and an effort even for his great size. A woof from behind him had the black and green wolf turning and inclining his head as a young wolf trotted into camp and slid into the warriors den.
He turned back, trotting forward a bit quicker now, a gnawing need to get to Zephora and settle into their nest taking him. He leaned down, his shoulder sticking out as he moved to check on Sabbath. A low groan had his ears flicking back in confusion and he moved back a little. They swiveled, searching for the sound to come again, or to find the source. He turned slightly, lime eyes gleaming in the sparse light. Nothing else came in those brief second and he turned back to wait he'd been doing. The bark that ran through camp froze him and his heart clenched at the tone in his mate's voice. He rushed backwards and up, clipping his skull. The pain made his eyes blur but he didn't waste time to curse or clear them. He almost tripped over his paws, and flashed into the power he rarely used. He still didn't reach the den soon enough in his opinion. He darted down the tunnel, tail tucked low, his grumbling reassurances weak to his own ears. Useless. His heart thumped in fear, not yet concentrating on the joy that would hopefully come later that night. His slunked forward, following his mates scent, catching an unusual smell that was musky. He paused, curious as his nose brushed the side of the cave where Zephora had brushed. A low growl had him scurrying forward again, his ears flat and hair raised.
He slipped into the dening area, one ear curling forward as his vision went immediately to Zephora. She was panting, her rounded sides heaving and the sharp scent he'd found so different in the tunnel. He whined deep in his throat and approached, eyes eloquent. He circled her, flopping down gracelessly at her back, his large head coming over her neck to nuzzle into her fur. He felt the shudder her body made, and his lime tongue ran across her muzzle. "Zeph? Darling? I'm here, but I know naught what to do," he said, his accent so thick it was hard to understand the garbled speech. He cursed himself for not finding a healer, someone who knew the ways to coach her through the birthing, but he'd been busy that day and it had slipped his mind. He curled tighter around her, eyes scanning her form. She was wolf. She could do this. He could do this with her. They'd get through.
They had to.
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Zephora
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[M0n:100]
"Young girl, one day you will be old But the thing is I love you NOW"
Posts: 79
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Post by Zephora on Aug 7, 2010 18:51:09 GMT -5
Z e p h o r a Touch, as well as a familiar scent was what she sensed, and all at once it seemed like she could do this. She knew who it was, and turning her head that was oh so low to the ground, she set eyes upon the one she loved most in life. Her darling mate Kerrigan. Pain pierced through her, shredding through her muscles and running along her ribs, but now that he was here it didn't seem quite as bad for some reason. His lyrics and voice danced through the air, spiraling their way into the interior of her ears, and though he didn't know what to do, she felt safer. "I feel better just knowing you're here, darling..."
she spoke softly, then turning her head as she buried her head against the softness of his shoulder only to draw in his scent. Her body heat was soaring high, and it was hard to draw breath with a cage that panted crazily, but she managed to do it. Now feeling calmer rather than panicked, she was able to focus on just what it was she was supposed to do, and with a paw over her beloved's own, she set to just that. Pushing. Ears of white velvet swept back against her mane and her tail shifted as she then closed her eyes and took to pushing, and though it hurt and was difficult, before long she sensed that one of the pups within her swollen belly had passed, having heard its voice cry out into the winds. Her eys opened, and she turned her head to look curiously behind her where the rather large young whelp rest. After cleaning the young whelp off she glanced up to Kerrigan with a grand smile upon her maw, her ears splaying outwards as she realized that the whelp was a small ball of light grey fluff with emerald green pads and nose. "She's absolutely beautiful, Kerry..." she spoke softly, then finishing off cleaning her newborn daughter's face only to help her get to her side where the milk was. Nursing was a new feeling to her, but somehow it was soothing as well just to look upon her newborn daughter. But even as relaxing as it was to enjoy this moment, it was soon changed as her contractions started up again. Zephora's eyes closed painfully, but by now she understood just how to do this right, and so lowered her head till her head hovered above the ground while she pushed. The second whelp seemed to come out easily, far more easily than the first, but then of course it's always hard to pass your first whelp when you're unsure as of how to get the whelp out in the first place. This whelp was a small ball of greyish green, and once she was cleaned and dry, Zephora was able to see that her paw pads and nose were leaf green in color. A soft coo was heard as she then looked up to her beloved with a smile. She chuckled softly for a moment, but soon tucked the young whelp to her side with the young female's sibling, softly brushing the cool tip of her nose along the back's of their newborn daughters. Tired, Zephora then settled her head upon the plush coat of Kerrigan and nuzzled into him with ears that soon splayed outwardly. "Oh Kerry.. look at them.. they're so beautiful." [/color] she cooed, her breath then settling as her heart's pace slowed and she found herself able to breathe again. She was now able to relax again, but even so she could feel just how tired she was. Tired.. but she was oh so happy at the same time.. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color]
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Post by kerrigan on Aug 13, 2010 22:51:15 GMT -5
He stayed. Through the blood and the pain and the stress, he lay by her side and murmured about nothing to get her through. His mind was focused on his mate. The pups were something to think about later, after her pain was over. All he cared about was Zephora in these moments when he could do nothing. He knew that children could make him love more deeply than his love for Zephora, but he didn't feel that intense connection. True he cared for the little ones, but he was more worried about Zephora in these moments. She had to live, even if the pups did not. He was worried for her safety, and only hers. The rippled of her sides against his own had him cooing nonsense words neither of them heard. He whined, deep in his throat, accepting that she leaned against him. It seemed to him, when reflected on later, they breathed in time with one another.
He could not say he had felt empathy for the struggling female, but he was equally sure he couldn't say he had felt nothing. No great joy filled him, not as she worked to bring forth life, maybe later, he remembered thinking. Later. Time past slow, and yet it moved fast as she whimpered and stressed, then stood and paced. She burned against him, and he had some random thought about the heat of creation, before she tensed and pushed and he felt drawn in by her efforts. No thought was given to those that most likely waited outside the den. Only toward Zephora. A new smell hit his nose, not unpleasant, but not good either. Blood, Zephora, musk. And the milky scent of pup as she leaned over to clean it.
"Good work, love," he encouraged, rumbling against her back, knowing there were more. He was wolf, and he was a Caderyn. They bred well, and many. Or so he had always heard. She murmured to him, and he nodded in agreement, not looking at the pup yet. Not letting his attention be swayed from his mate as she continued to struggle. She was taken again, by the contractions, the heat. It was minutes - hours? - later that the second pup was born and it squeals had his ears flicking. But he nuzzled into Zephora's shoulders, ignoring her wings that dug into his throat. He hummed a note against her jaw, his larger skull gentle. "You did good, Zeph. Very, very well." His voice was coarse, harsh. His fear still hung, a memory, in his mind, but it was eclipsed mostly by his relief. She murmured something and he cracked an eye, then sighed out a breath.
He was nervous. He hadn't actually given much thought to when the pups would get here. Sure, he'd known it, but he hadn't...well, known it. These were his blood. He breathed in, roughly and shakily, leaning a bit to see over Zephora's deflating stomach. The balls of gray fluff wiggled against her belly and he leaned more to push his nose closer. A mewl answered him, and a wrinkled face brushed his muzzle. He snorted in surprise, causing another whine as he interrupted their first meal. A small smile worked over his muzzle, their warm scent turning some unknown, rusted lock inside his heart. The two, warm lives, so new and clean, moved into the room, eclipsing all but his feelings for Zephora. He would do anything for them.
In that on instant, he knew would die for them.
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