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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:31 pm
Naib moved carefully over a mound of soft grass, an agonizing throb going on within her belly. She was, undeniably pregnant, and had gone through many upon many of false labor cramps and contractions, but of course never the real deal just yet—however she had a feeling today would be the day.
It had been a new experience for her, hearing Rio’s gruff voice speak to her with the words ‘Your pregnant.’ She, of course, at first freaked and completely disregarded him, thinking him mad, for even Naib thought at the time that she was no more suitable to be a mother then her sister was. However, now that she was fattening up, and just about ready to burst—there was no turning back, and so the fact of her having possibly millions of babies inside her at this moment sunk in, and became more comforting then worrisome. She was completely enthralled with herself and her belly, as well as the idea of being a mother! What would it be like to be a mother? She hoped she’d turn out nothing like Soul…
Naib paced herself, heading wearily toward the den, towards where Rio, her mate and love, should be; waiting for her. Whether he was nor not, she could not say, but that’s where she had told him to stay, and that’s where he should be at this point and time. Lately, with a hot head and an emotional balance of 0, Rio would do what she said willingly, knowing full well what she was capable of, (whether it be fits or cries) yet as far as the last few days have gone, her feelings shifted more then the weather, and so his tolerance of her began a gradual melt down.
During her away time from Rio though, she had time to think and realized she had been quite a pain, and being new to the idea of babies, though very happy to finally become a parent, she was completely and totally out of sorts; not herself. Hobbling back now, she planted a smile on her lips, fur bristling with a sudden shock of pain that laced up her limbs and coiled about her stomach.
It was the undeniable sign of contractions, labor…
Her body tossed and quickly she was on her side, panting and groaning with the pain of odd sorts. Why was this so horribly painful? Giving birth to life seemed more and more undesirable by the minute. Quickly, between short breaths and contractions, Naib managed a gruff howl, calling for her mate who should, coincidently, be only over the hill…
He better be there, hell he better be there for his sake.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 11:26 am
Rio was indeed there, and with the call echoing over the hill, and reverberating off the looming trees, he awoke and began the short sprint to her side, spotting her large form slumped on one side.
Naib was blinded by her pain, eyes shut and ears flicked back. There was nothing like this in the world, ever, unless death itself was just as painful. She tried to push herself up, lifting slightly to her elbow that was closet to the ground, but quickly falling back, a sharp whine emitting. Her breaths were quickened, as another pain surged, and kept it's strength, building up her stomach, then down towards her ovaries, where she began the internal push of a soul.
The mass of fur did not wriggle at first, its limped head bobbing with forced movement made by its mother. Naib could feel the child slip from her, and quickly she tightened her rump, making the process of this child much more difficult. Rio saw this, as he galloped towards her, and eased the uncomfortable tension she felt, rubbing against her, cooing and making it feel as if all would be well. Naib relaxed, the child falling clumsily out of her, and onto the ground, where it scrapped gently against the soft, moist grass.
Seeing this pup as it was instinctively forced Naib off the ground, muzzle darting towards the youngster. It was vital, now, that she cleanse the new born, clearing it's nose and body, making sure that with every tiny movement it made was a healthy one. She herself did not understand what she was doing, but to lick the body of a new puppy didn't seem all to much to figure out.
The youngster groaned, and let out a few, squawking cries, the foreign texture of the tongue rolling against it almost comforting, but not quite yet. The female pup, who's hair clung to her tiny head like locks of long, chocolaty strands, felt her nostrils clear, and sucked in a whiff of what was her mother, feeling the consistency of her birthing mothers scent something she simply had to keep swallowing. Her jaws opened, and a pink mouth lolled to the parent. At this point, Naib took the young female by the torso and gently brought her to the n****e, where it flexed, then locked on, tugging greedily for more.
This was not the end, for moments later she was again feeling contractions. Pain wiggled in her, and she released a cry, which upset the little female who suckled by her side, but only for a moment. Naib winced, turning her gaze to a new face that looked too placid, too calm. Naib moved her body, lifting her hind leg to sniff and lick and coax the little one out of her, but the child did not move much, and bewildered by this, Naib whined.
'Rio,' she cried, but her mate only sat distant to her, eyes all to knowing. Naib watched the little one coil out of her, and daintily fall to the ground, where the sack was popped and the insides oozed out. 'Come little one, awaken for your mommy.' Naib whispered, licking over the face, opening the jaws and tucking her tongue within. She had to get a cry, just one--
Uhhhn
The pup began to stir, restlessly, as if it couldn't breathe or see. Naib flicked a smile, and began another run through with her tongue, lingering just near the nose, listening and watching as the pup spat out the gunk from within.
This youthful pup, brown in color with long strands of silver, seemed anxious to suck, and as Naib brought the pup to a spot, he quickly latched on and began a quick and hostile take over of each n****e in the row, bumping greedily into his sister.
Naib looked to her mate, who sat humbly still, licking her face and gesturing towards the pups happily. They were parents, happy parents. Happy parents of--more? Naib flinched, there was a lot more agony to come, however this one did not seem to hurt as much, and with a careful eye, the pup slipped quickly from it's mother, puffing and crying even before Naib had a chance to cleanse it all off. This next pup, was a female. Her dark fur matched that of it's mother and happily, she placed another pup towards her n****e, where it took sucked and sucked, as greedy as the rest.
'Oh...my.' Naib sighed, feeling yet another one wiggle within her. The pain that would gather could never amount to the others, for now she was numb to the effects, and only waited patiently for the pup to slither out. The moment came, and the youngster flew from her, sliding quaintly onto the grass, now murky with blood. Naib cleaned off the pup, like she did the others, and happily smiled as it squirmed, heading towards the scent of it's mother--towards it's source for food.
Naib lifted the pup, bringing it casually across her body and towards an empty spot, where it began a ferocious suckle of a n****e.
This pup, who scrambled to keep hold of it's food, was of a bright, orange-y tint, with blue follicles of hair aloft his dainty head. Naib smirked, looking to Rio, who bore his own locks of hair unusual to other wolves. They were all handsome little pups, and with a happy sigh, she flopped on her side.
'Rio...' she murmured, his features blurring in and out of focus. 'I love you.' And quickly, she fell into slumber, trusting her mate fully to watch over them till she awoke again.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 6:03 pm
As the rush finally began to wane Rio found himself awed. Awed at his mate's strength, awed at the birthing process, awed by the four new lives squirming about at their mother's side. A delighted whine emitted from the male's muzzle, rising to all fours to groom soothingly at Naib's own. The pride swelling up was unbelievable, FOUR pups! Two of them gorgeous little girls, and two sons, and each one was just as perfect as the last.
"You did great, mi amor..." He breathed proudly, just as she drifted off.
His nose moved to drift over each pup, warming each child with a fatherly lick across their backs, then he moved to the entrance of the den and grinned, raising his head to let a smooth howl roll from his throat. It was his announcement to Phib and Ame', to the pack as a whole, and an expression of his joy. They were parents....
Happy parents...
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