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in my name you will create (m) - Walrus - May 18, 2022
The nooks and crannies of what her foster mother once called hers served as a wondrous boon to the heavily pregnant wolf. The porous, limestone-riddled earth even sometimes gave up trickles of water when she dug for it, seeing her through the complete evaporation of the nearby lagoon. It smelled wretched, all the death and rot bared and baked by the relentless sun. Still, it was safety, and it provided.
Besides, this had all finally come to a head. Walrus crawled under the cover of a stone ledge as her contractions strengthened, and they quickly robbed her of autonomy. All she could do was experience what her body demanded, as though it were a separate entity. Walrus grit her fangs and forced the first child into the world with all of her might.
It fell to the ground, an audible sound that gave her relief. One down, and only one more to go she hoped... but it would not be so. She had only moments of rest before the pangs hit again, deep within her gut and all the way through her hips. With great effort, she birthed another. After taking time to catch her breath, she finally turned to witness the tiny beasts exiting her body. That was when she saw the viscera enveloping them, one small body kicking wildly while the other merely twitched. She scowled and snarled with frustration, moving quickly to try and free the children. Her haste cost the moving pup its life, her fangs effortlessly tearing its fragile throat apart. By the time she realized her error and switched gears to pull the firstborn from its sack, it too had perished, suffocated before it could take a true breath.
The next set of contractions were now welcomed. She would not go through this for nothing. Kicking the two dead aside, she focused on bringing a third child into the world. It came out small, and withered looking, but alive. The inexperienced mother cleaned it and pushed it to rest between her forelimbs so that she could monitor it. It was an awful disappointment already, but if it was all she had...
No, there were more. Walrus sent up a small prayer to some nameless deity, and braced herself. Another oily black whelp was brought into the world, this one healthy and crying as soon as the gunk was pulled away from its tiny maw. As long as it was taking breath. She'd nicked it, but that would only help her out if she was lucky enough to-- the Archer daughter flinched, one last pup working its way out of her. It seemed it had taken her five times to get it right; the child was unmarred, large, and strong.
"Thank you," she murmured to the universe, taking the preferred two and guiding them to her stomach so they might feed. The third-born whined for attention, and she silenced it with a motion of her jaws before beginning to pick it apart, ingesting the flesh she'd just birthed. In these conditions, she needed to reclaim the nutrients and liquids the deceased whelps had sucked from her.
Walrus would require all her strength to rear Tooth and Claw.
RE: in my name you will create (m) - Deluge - May 29, 2022
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Nothing quite made the Archer-Lyall as uncomfortable as breeding season. The hormones and the cow eyes wolves started to make at each other. The overwhelming urge to procreate. Urgh. It was enough to bring bile to the back of her throat. So she had skirted to the South and the West, making it all the way home while doing a fine job of dodging others until everything had died down. She supposed it should be safe enough to return by now. She’d forgotten about the inevitable results of such foolishness.
The scent of blood was enough to catch the attention of any predator, and when it was laced with familial ties, it made the brown coated girl’s movements stiffen. She wasn’t one to shy away from a fight, or stumbling across a potential murder scene, so she continued on her set course, if with a tad more caution than before. The sight that met her silver eyes shouldn’t have been a surprise, but she clicked her tongue with a roll of her eyes and a heavy exhale anyway. “Yer couldn’a done this before I wen’ all th’ way home’n back’agen could yer?”
She left plenty of space in case her cousin reacted poorly to her presence. But she had to be honest, at least their Nonna loved looking after pups. She couldn’t say she expected the same from her own cohort.
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RE: in my name you will create (m) - Walrus - Jun 09, 2022
Walrus was far more exhausted than she had expected to be, and couldn't help but close her eyes for a moment's rest. When she opened them again, mere moments later, a figure was within sight. Reactively she bared her fangs and began to growl, a steady rumble that made clear to the intruder they were not welcome. It was the voice that she recognized, sight bleary and nose blinded by the stench of blood and birth.
She did not completely relax. Family was the strongest bond she had, but she was not blind to just how easily they could come to be her, or her children's, greatest threat. She sat up on her elbows, prepared as best as one who'd just endured labor could be to defend herself if needed. She'd yet to know if the brats were really worth all this vulnerability she was subjected to for them.
Licking the blood of her offspring from her muzzle, she answered skeptically, "yer implyin' yer'd'a stuck around?"
RE: in my name you will create (m) - Deluge - Jun 12, 2022
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Deluge snorted at her cousin’s question, a brow raised despite getting how exhausted the other woman must feel. “Nah but I woulda checked ter see if yer wanted ter drop ‘em on Nonna. At least she likes drownin’ in brats.” It wasn’t a lie. Morganna spoiled the kids that were left with her. Half the reason they were so wild was because they could do no wrong in her eyes, and anyone that thought to try and put them in place had her wrath rain down on them. There was little lawful about the cove, but it offered a great deal of protection that was lacking in this place too.
Not to worry though, Deluge was back, and she had no intention of returning to her grandmothers hearth for some months now yet. If Walrus wanted to make the trip, she’d have to do it on her own.
“Do yer need me ter go look fer some ‘erbs an’ shit or will yer be ok? I can see if I can scrounge up a rabbit ‘r somethin’ if that wasn’t enough fer yer.” They were free agents here, but it didn’t remove the obligation the girl felt towards family. She would support her cousin and these kids in her own lax manner. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t gripe about it the whole time with huffs and rolled eyes, but there wouldn’t be anything malicious in her complaints.
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