calling the piper [birthing thread]

[I L Y I C H]

The pains, they had been growing worse during the day. In the beginning they had simply been slight pressure, now they were nothing but slight. My body caved into them, teeth dragging against each other in pattern to them. Panic fluttered in my heart before I lashed it back into its cage, I was far too proud to feel panic. Or at least show it. I knew what was happening, I wasn't stupid. I just hadn't expected it to be this bad.

That damn bastard did this to me. Feet wanting very badly to give in I did my best to step regally across the clearing. Some eyes followed me, hate and ignorance in them. Three sets, what was left of the royal blood, followed me with hate and knowledge. My head came up higher, gray eyes deadly. They could keep their damn thoughts to themselves. I'd heard about the washed up alphess' own birth. A smirk ripped onto my features. I would never be that stupid. The thought quelled some of the pain until the next contraction staggered me towards my bed.

A pair of golden eyes peered into the darkness I had crawled into. Lucifer had come, his nose twitching at the scent of distress I was keeping from my face. Snarl curling from my lips I threatened him back, but that bastard chose this moment to give forth a rare moment of openness. His bulk was shoved down into my rat hole and with a furious spitting growl I was forced to give into his wish to accompany me. Pain rattled through me, and my breath rattled out and Lucifer watched me with anxious curious eyes.

Anxious because no matter what shit we pulled against one another we were adoptive siblings. No, we were mates and though I would deny it until the day I died we loved one another. Enough to kill for the other, enough to die for the other. And coming from me that was a whole hell of a lot of devotion. I glared black aggression at him, and with an arch of his brow he mimicked the expression. "These rats are mine right?"

I could have hit him, in fact I did, jaws lashing against his face as he pulled back too quickly expecting the blow. "Who else do you think mounted me you annoying snovling ba-" the words broke off, tongue dropping useless as yet another wave of muscle spams took over my body. His eyes narrowed, black head tilted to watch the way the muscles along my lower spine jerked. "-sterd?" I finished promptly, after the words came back, though my tones were mismatched and out of breath.

Damn it all.

Domingo had been a shared name, and now I realized as I looked to my brother/baby daddy that it was now a blood line. Well that was an awkward thought. I glared at him harder, daring him to comment on my pain, or just about anything else. His voice was so annoying, and my hearing had become elevated by pain and child birth. But of course he can't do anything he's told, no matter whether I say it or not. "How am I to know? Mother-"

"Don't compare me to her!" the words weaved past the pain. Black head tilted the man gave me a long blank look before nodding, the red mane atop his spine reeling in my vision.

"Yer right" What was that? It was almost an apology, damn I didn't want to die this way. But even in his sappiest moments the boy sounded like a war general, and with a curve he took up the space of light in the entrance to my hole in the ground. "I'll block this end then" I stared at his head, meeting his eyes when he turned back towards me. My glare weakened a bit before intensifying again. Lucifer's lips twitched in response.

"Fine" the word snapped from me, clipped and furious. "Just look away" He did so without question. Neither of us wanted to admit any weakness, and he took my denial of any with an easy shrug.

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Three rats pressed close to my stomach, greedy even as newborns. The fourth had been shoved unceremoniously aside without a second glance. Born dead, born weak. Two of the pups moved lethargically, the black child the only fast fighter. Wetness clung to the gray one's lungs, and it hacked about until it lessened just a bit. My eyes narrowed, watching them with a conflicted expression. What were these things I had pressed form my body?

Children that seemed to have already formed their society, the black child shoving aside the sick. I knocked her off, growling at the chubby wet form. But they were deaf and could not hear my fury just yet. It didn't matter, they could still feel it. Body curled awkwardly around my pups I couldn't help but glance at my mate's expression, and then snort at the stupidity of it.

How could one manage to look confused happy and hateful all at the same time? His mohawk was all puffed up along his back too.

[reborn890415]

The little Wolf Pup felt uncomfortable, she came out of her moms womb, she was now in a place she did not even know about, she was blind, and she was deaf just drinking her mom's milk trying to make her fellow siblings get out of the way, she truly was greedy, and would be a good fighter when trying to survive.

As the little Wolf Pup was drinking her mothers yummy, and warm milk, she pushed one of her dead siblings away from her, and he mean mom just slapped her, the pup could feel it, but she could not hear her growling. The little pup was not afraid, she started nipping like crazy, but at the same time collecting her mom's warm, and yummy milk, as she kept nipping with her toothless mouth, she started pushing her dear sibling out of the way furiously, trying to drink where her siblings were feeding.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Cold. This inky blackness ached to swallow me. It had. I was falling. Shivering. My nose sniffed by found no reasurring scents. Some deep instinct said my mother's aroma would bring me comfort, but the woman I leaned beside, the one that groomed my moist pelt and nudged us aggessivly brought forth no feeling of kindness. And that biting chill in the air did not help in the fight for some comfort. I just wanted to sleep.

I sneezed.

The concrete ground threatened to stop my weak little heart. But I wouldn't let it. This bug that traveled in my veins would soon run its course. The cold would not keep its grip on me. That pale light that peirced through my eyelids could warm me. I just needed to hold on for a short while and then I could hunt it down and demand its powers heal me.

My slow movements brought me to the warm of my mother's belly. I was eager to start feeding, but a sibling found it entertaining to steal the chosen nipple. My throat vibrated harshly at the culprit, but I dropped over to a different nipple, suckling with enthusiasm. For now the woman could have whatever milk provider she wanted. For now my only goal was to survive and find myself in the heat of the glowing orb.

[I L Y I C H]

Hati--
I ignored my man now, full attention turning to our children. Children. What the hell. Mother would be furious. A childish rebellious smirk pulled across my lips, and a low snort answered it. My eyes turned up, cross to meet the golden eyes facing me. The lazy ache in me stiffened as I stared at him, but Lucifer was a lazy ass and arched back into his own lazy spot. Annoyance flickered through the haze in my mind, but it couldn't fight the dopamine in control of my brain at the moment.

My head lowered, watching him as I nudged the nipper back for a second. Stop biting me you little shit. Ears going back I glared at the offending creature. It didn't hurt, that toothless gumming, but it was a principle. She was sucking milk from my body, something that stole my energy to create. I would be the one to take it away when she went against lines. Pressing the tawny child closer to my form, I recoiled at the coldness of him. Illness before he even saw light.

But it was too be expected, our lives were harsh. Difficult. My teeth gripped him, drawing him to my crossed front paws to rest so I could get a good look at him. Drawing a heavy rough tongue across his chest, I paused, listening before repeating the gesture. Lucifer watched me hazily, half his focus on the skeptical of a mothering Hati and half on any bastard that dared to get close to his heirs.

Replacing the child to his teat, I stared down at them again. Unsure, and cautious. What were these things? My gaze crept to Lucifer, to accustom to his guardianship of my child self to look anywhere else for guidance. The man cocked his head at me, shuffling a bit closer. "This is... really weird" Though I outwardly scoffed at his statement, I agreed fully. He puffed, sticking his nose within touching distance of our pups, understanding my assertion without words.

"Shut up and don't touch them" He ignored me, pointedly looking at me before he leaned forward to prod the gray female, who responded with a furious yowl. The smile that pulled across my face was one of fierce pride. At least someone here agreed with me. My man gave me a sarcastic stare before returning to sniffing his children. "What are you doing? They smell like nothing but my blood at this point, Lucifer" He growled at me, annoyed and amused in the same instant.

"Its the premise, my darling bitchy queen" My lips curled into a parody of hate before turning into some weak semblance of a smile. When had I last smiled. I hid the expression before he could see it. A new thought occurred to me. We had finally laid claim to one another. The fierce grin came back. I had reason to beat the snot out of any woman who so much as looked at him again after this.

[reborn890415]

The New born Folami moved her head, and started shaking with fury as her brother started drinking her mother's yummy, and warm milk, She started yowling because of her brother, and also because she wanted attention from her mother even more, she was the true princess over here. The New born Folami then feels something, it tickled it was her father, her big black furred father. The New Born then yowled, and nippled her dad's big, and wet nose. She then releases quickly as she felt bored, and wanted even, more, and more milk. The New born Folami then felt a little full, she crawled to her sister quickly, and then struggle to climb on top of her while nipping her at the back at the same time.

The New born Pup tried her best to get her mother's attention, the New born wants to feel her moms fur, she wanted to be her mom's favorite, and her dad's favorite too . The Young Pup wanted to cause even more trouble, she stopped causing trouble for her sister, and crawled to her dad, and mom, and started nipping their fur, and ears.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Kaden

My mother's touch was not a thing to loath nor relish, simply to tolerate. Her tongue crawling across the moist fur on my underside brought a sense of comfort, but not reasurance. It was warm against my cold form, and thus a pleasant sensation. I felt the tenseness of a siblings frustration, which made any thought of finding a contentness recede into some hidden crevice of my brain. Was being happy a weakness? Something told me it was.

My paws ached as I found myself army crawling to get back to where the nourishment of my mother's milk could flow from. In that milk was my only hope of survival. In that blessed whiteness lay the proteins I needed to make an immune system that could withstand the illness' that threatened to swallow a creature at all times. I did not know this, of course, but some deep longing said I needed that milk for more than just energy. Without it I had no thought of life. Without it, I was only moments from being dead.






Alonda

A scent of familiar blood lead my paws towards the den that had come to house my awkward queen. Loyalties forced a sense of guarded concern for the female, knowing her due date to be near. As Lucifer turned to face the outter world and sheild the inner bundle from our stares, I knew the time had arrived.

I find myself loathing it.

From a distance, I watched in frustrated interest, waiting for a sign that the creatures had been spewed successfully into this world. My place was as alphess, and these new things were only going to place a new obstical in my way. I could not tolerate many more of this inconciences. I should have sided with my mother, voted Lucifer down. Carska would have been easy to defeat when my time was upon us. But now I would have to kill these children secretly, and wait for the two elders to be deceased. And they were young. I had a lot of waiting to do.

Approaching, I dared not come any closure than several bounds from Lucifer's unfocused form. He had turned back in and was speaking rigidly with Hatti. I knew the two would not allow even I, one of their most loyals, to view their young, but I had every right to inquire. "How many has the Mistress produced for our armies, Master Lucifer?" My tone was respectful, mature beyond my years.

I was a Folami. Folami do not birth children, they birth soldiers.

[I L Y I C H]

Lucifer--

How conflicting. I don't believe I will ever be able to accurately describe my relationship with this woman. I watched her silently, not at all stupid enough to butt into her womanly moment. Turning my eyes back out to the sun, the half snarl that curled from my throat was automatic. Some weird instinct that claimed I had to protect those to my back. From Alonda. Of course. Suspicion flickered in my mind, but I brushed it away to look at later.

"Three" The words were tart, understanding that she had the right to know but not at all obliged to be nice about it. I made no mention of the dead child, there was no need to get the little princess' hopes up. Golden eyes narrowing I turned slightly to peer backward at Hati. The white pelted woman stared back at me, suspicion and annoyance in her stare. Glancing back to Alonda I gave her a deadpan look.

"Three generals" I purred, vicious intent curling across my lips in an instant. Alonda may keep her title of princess. The other three may stay princes, but none may ever have the title my children would carry. They had been born the spoiled children of aristocrats, but times had changed. This was no monarchy, and I was no king. I was a general and so where my children.


ooc:// muse fell off a cliff

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

"Ah."


It was all I could manage in responce to Lucifer's declaration. I had to hand it to him, he was one fine Ruler. Of course, I would be superior when my time was made, but I appreciated his leadership to keep my throne warm while I aged and grew in experience. For now, I would salute this male like a humble soldier before the general. I would treat his mistress like any wife of a general. His children will recieve grudging respect.

But once I had them alone, each miserable puppy would one by one disapear.

My eyes were focused as I stared after the twilight alpha. His red mohawk was dulled in the shadow of the den. I sat back on my haunches, watching curiously but without purpose. I was a socially awkward dog. Would it be disrespectful just to drop this little charade and trot away to continue on with my day in solitude? Or was it more rude to sit and stare at this intimate moment? I put myself in their position and concluded that I would thank any stupid puppy that chose to leave me alone in a time of weakness.

Turning away, I made my mental notes. Three dogs. I would watch them grow, and then I would watch them die.



OOC//: Mine just tried to jump and save yours....-waves farewell at muses-