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 Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 7:05 pm
Jenna wept; if there was any form of this that a wolf could perform. No tears streamed down her sensitive features, but the sobs of something monstrous evaded any reason for crying.
She leaned up against a tree, fighting the pain, the sickness, the overwhelming urge to tear away the body that kept this in her. She wheezed, her entirety expanding, moving and contracting. The skin flexed, and the hairs lined on her limber appearance stood straight, stricken by the chills surging consistently.
Tristan, Tristan where are you now when I need you.
The most she'd felt was now, for not even a blow to the heart could cause more pain then this. Ghastly red surges spilled from her, and as she quivered, she also pressed off this tree and onto the next, resisting the weak and buckling knees and their taunting quake. She felt as a human would, wasted and stabbed in the gullet by a bottle, with blood spattering and pain rising. Should pain such as this be allowed, and was it fully natural to feel this way when only life forms passed through her.
She cried out a bit over her sobs with a hoarse yelp. Even this made the birds fly off and the rabbits hide in their burrows. One false stepping, and she'd slip to her side, unable to stand again. She'd cope with birthing on her own, as any instinctive parent would, but what was birthing without the mate; far from normal. Far from a memory that she wished to keep, for such a time like this should indeed be recalled later on in years, when the kids have grown old and the parent sits and reminisce.
Jenna fled the ideas of pain, and yanked her body forwards one last time before galloping into a spiraling fall to the earth. Woozy and pale, she rested on her side and began the steady pant as one after the other, contractions bled her dry. She lifted her neck, but only to rest it back on a thick pile of leaves.
Tristan....
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:24 am
Tristan moved quickly as his paws pressed against the earth roughly. He was late!- And Jenna was all alone! He panted softly as he moved himself through the woods, following her sent the best he could. Haste had taken over him and he was in a complete trance, wanting badly to get home to his mate, who was at the time heavy with his pups. He knew that she was due at anytime now, so when he left her alone he always worried that the pups would come without him and she would be alone.
He didn’t want that, he didn’t want her to go through that alone. So he pushed himself faster and faster each time he left to come back home quickly, to come back home to his lovely Jenna. His ears pinned backwards as he shifted himself to the right and continued onward, panting roughly now, trying to keep his heart rate and body’s movement securitized
But as he let his thoughts upon his mate settle the most unpleasant sounds passed his ears. It was Jenna’s cry! She was in pain- Maybe the pups were coming? Maybe she was hurt--- he couldn’t think anymore, he felt his whole body jerk back as he stopped and listened to the sounds of pain that echoed through out the woods and for a moment he lost himself with his fear of the worst. Without any other thought though he quickly pushed himself back into his run and took off in the direction of her cries.
“Jenna!”
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 1:47 pm
'Tristan?'
She heard his call, whether it be in her head or aloud, and attempted to look up and out towards the thicket. This of course worked for half a second, for a shocking amount of pain made its way to her stomach.
'Uuugh, OOOH!'
Something flailed in her, kicked and banged its little form against her gut. For a moment, she could have sworn it moved up, towards her throat, but soon she found its direct target a bit south.
Her head jerked, body limber against the hard ground as she stretched and contracted her own form, eyes sought to find her mate. It baffled her why he still wasn't here, or if he was why he wouldn't lick her muzzle and settle her nerves and pain. He had that strength right; for of course a mate was there to help through the hard times.
This was most definitely a hard time, and within minuets it would get even harder. She felt something snap, and her body began to push unwillingly, mind trying to cope with the agony of each exhausted breath.
'Tristan Tristan Tristan!'
She pushed again, with as much force as her body could muster, and watched as a tiny, yellow pup slid onto the grass. The body twitched, moved and showed little signs of breathing, but was having a difficult time releasing itself from the casing it once thrived off. Jenna turned, the pain subsiding for the moment, and licked at the p***y covering, popping it open and allowing the puppy to squeal to life. It paddled on the earth for a long while, head lifting and falling and eyes tightly shut. The nose had blown out its mucus and his throat had been cleared of all signs of the bubble he had left behind.
Now, he waited as his mother lifted him towards brimming nipples, quickly clamping on and milking them dry.
Jenna breathed, trying to control herself as another burst came from her belly, the pain as equal to the previous.
She was now experienced, though acting on instinct, and didn't wait till the contractions became monstrous. Her legs stretched slightly, though parted vertically. The pain moved, structured and almost too knowing of its destination, touching her stomach and forcing her entire form to jolt. The next pup, red and yellow in color, came out in a flurry. Its legs kicked wildly as it blew out the mucus and anything else that lurked within its nose.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 2:22 pm
The second puppy to emerge from the womb lay still for the first moment he hit the ground. But that very impact might have been what had awoken him from his fetus sleep. His head lifted and his paws moved frantically, his tiny mind unable to comprehend what exactly had happened to him.
Why was it cold out here? Why did he feel vaguely uncomfortable and alone?
Opening his mouth to let out a puppyish cry, he instead found his mouth full of something squishy and very nasty. Coughing, his whole tiny body shaking with the motion, he fell over and squirmed, unable to understand. Where was the warmth and company he had felt before?
He wanted comfort... he wanted freedom from this new place.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:26 pm
Jenna felt out of her own skin, watching as each puppy slid from her and onto the ground. She felt as if that body that pushed, that wheezed and cried wasn't her at all, but just a doll, and it worked like any other wolf would, and it blinked like the rest but all it lacked was a watchful soul.
She tried to ease back, but was caught by a clenching pain that quivered down her stomach. The agony would never end, for again a contraction pulled another pup from the womb, and allowed the mass to climb into the world of both protection, and danger.
This one, who was also covered like the rest, lay bright red like its papa, with black markings. He would be the one to remind Jenna everyday of Tristan, whether he be about or not.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 7:05 pm
The small bundly of fur wriggled against the cold of the earth, no sound spilling from his vocals just yet. Where was that watery-comfort? Why did everything feel so uneasy and solid all of a sudden? He let out the faintest of whines, perhaps to let his mother know he was alright, as he was placed to something simular to his 'water warmth'. He could feel something beside him, one of his brother's naturally, and that frightened him. He'd always been aware of sharing his 'water warmth' with others but he had never touched any of them before, especially in such a foreign land.
His mouth covered his mother's free n****e but he didn't drink, he mouthed it lightly and the milk dribbled from his mouth. What was this! He didn't like it, not at all. He let out a louder whine after discovering that where ever he was it was frightening and uncomfortable and strange, how could he cope? But suddenly he quieted again, deciding that the weird sensation inside of him was going away with more of the weird warmth he was drinking down.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 8:45 pm
And finally, as the prior bundle cooled off, so did the mother. It seemed all was over, of course till the contractions began a gradual build once more. Jenna quaked beside her other pups, and rose her front paws just so, enough for a quick peak of her lower limbs, as well as the shimming female who slipped out from her coverings.
And, alas, Jenna knew she was finished. It was a gut feeling, she supposed, and went with it by licking the access, and slightly grotesque still "slim" away before placing the pup near a free feeder, and rolling her ears back in simple bliss.
She was beside herself at this point, bluntly lost in her own thoughts and free, willy-nilly emotions. Every one of these cute little hair balls kept this smirk on her placid features, as she now searched for her mate in the foliage, and gestured calmly for his face to brush hers, in a mutual feeling of satisfaction and contentment.
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