Post by Takhi on Jan 22, 2008 10:17:46 GMT -5
Takhi
It was dawn and the morning light had begun to eat away at the stars in the sky. Tor was still visible even as Fenris's rays touched her. The breeze carried over the mountains was cool and refreshing as it would enter your nose and replenish the life in your lungs. The Gods' breath brought the satisfying scent of the summer warmth. Indeed, it was late summer. The warmth had traveled along the winds and now reached the night frozen land at last. Animals started to stir as they felt the pleasant rise in temperature. The deer ventured out into the meadows to graze on the tall grasses. The bears emerged from their dens and caves to forage nuts, berries, and, if lucky, carrion.
Deep inside a wolf's den echoes the sounds of a Drappa in labor. She whimpered as her contractions grew closer together as her babies began to emerge. The pelvic muscles tensed as she forced out her first pup. It was a little male. The mother began to clean off the fluid that trickled from him, licking and chewing to devour the embryonic sack and release the pup from his uncomfortable prison. He flopped out onto the ground, squealing as he took in his first breath of air.
To keep him warm, the mother licked his fur clean of any blood or other liquids that may have been soaked in his puppy fur and pushed him close to her body. She lifted her leg, placed her muzzle under it, and began to nibble open the sack of the new pup that began to slide out of her birth canal. This pup was a little female. The little one squeaked and whined as she felt a warm wet tongue slide and slobber across her body. The mother smiled and also pushed her close to her body and brother. There was only one more pup to go, but this one was not going to be an easy delivery.
The mother's muscled contracted over and over, pain shooting up her spine and abdomen. She whimpered with agony. Something was wrong. The Drappa yelped and gritted her teeth. Blood trickled out of the opening.
She gave one final hard push and out slid a small, meek, pup. The sack that was designed to protect the baby had transformed into a pup's worst nightmare. It had broken before the birth. The umbilical cord had somehow wrapped around the pup's neck. The pup wasn't moving.
The mother grew wide eyed and she grabbed her pup by the scruff. She placed it between her paws and chewed off the cord that choked the little one. The pup wasn't breathing. The mother licked it, hoping to stimulate its airways. Lick after lick, nothing happened. It was completely cleaned, but still showed no sing of life.
But then its belly twitched and the pup coughed up the fluid that had invaded its airways when the sack broke. The little baby began to squeal. The mother smiled in joy and relief and licked the pup's head.
She was blessed with another little female. Gently, the mother picked up the baby by her scruff and placed her next to her already feeding brother and sister. The pup yelped until she found her mother's milk gland and began to suckle. As she stared at her three beautiful puppies, the mother smiled. This wolf was called Madge. Another wolf padded into the den. Madge looked over at the wolf with interest.
"Excuse me ma'am," the wolf said. "I apologize for the intrusion, but Wayk would like to know if the pups have been delivered."
"Oh, yes, Pollen. Please, send him in," Madge replied. Pollen nodded and turned out of the den. Moments after, a large sepia Dragga padded into the den. He sat next to Madge, nuzzling her gently.
"How are you feeling, my dear?" He asked.
"Oh, just a little tired. This little one," as she pointed to the third pup with her snout, "gave me a hard time. I thought she had died before she had gotten to be born."
"Thank Fenris she didn't. Too hard on everyone if one loses a pup."
"Yes. I know."
"Have you decided what to name them?"
"Yes. I'm going to name him," pointing to the male, "Johlan, after your father. I'm naming the second pup Baeleh after my grandmother. You may choose the last pup's name," Madge said with a smile.
"Well, ok. I'll call her Takhi."
"What is that name from?"
"It's a name I've always hear about in my family. Something my grandfather would tell stories of a wolf named Takhi. I don't remember any of them, but I've always liked that name. Takhi."
The little pup raised her head, still deaf and her eyes shut, but seemed to be listening. She was different from her siblings already. Their pelts gained the shade of gray while hers remained a haunting black. She was already the oddball of the group. She nestled up to her mother's swollen belly and drifted off into sleep.
Her mother chuckled, "Our little Takhi."
It was dawn and the morning light had begun to eat away at the stars in the sky. Tor was still visible even as Fenris's rays touched her. The breeze carried over the mountains was cool and refreshing as it would enter your nose and replenish the life in your lungs. The Gods' breath brought the satisfying scent of the summer warmth. Indeed, it was late summer. The warmth had traveled along the winds and now reached the night frozen land at last. Animals started to stir as they felt the pleasant rise in temperature. The deer ventured out into the meadows to graze on the tall grasses. The bears emerged from their dens and caves to forage nuts, berries, and, if lucky, carrion.
Deep inside a wolf's den echoes the sounds of a Drappa in labor. She whimpered as her contractions grew closer together as her babies began to emerge. The pelvic muscles tensed as she forced out her first pup. It was a little male. The mother began to clean off the fluid that trickled from him, licking and chewing to devour the embryonic sack and release the pup from his uncomfortable prison. He flopped out onto the ground, squealing as he took in his first breath of air.
To keep him warm, the mother licked his fur clean of any blood or other liquids that may have been soaked in his puppy fur and pushed him close to her body. She lifted her leg, placed her muzzle under it, and began to nibble open the sack of the new pup that began to slide out of her birth canal. This pup was a little female. The little one squeaked and whined as she felt a warm wet tongue slide and slobber across her body. The mother smiled and also pushed her close to her body and brother. There was only one more pup to go, but this one was not going to be an easy delivery.
The mother's muscled contracted over and over, pain shooting up her spine and abdomen. She whimpered with agony. Something was wrong. The Drappa yelped and gritted her teeth. Blood trickled out of the opening.
She gave one final hard push and out slid a small, meek, pup. The sack that was designed to protect the baby had transformed into a pup's worst nightmare. It had broken before the birth. The umbilical cord had somehow wrapped around the pup's neck. The pup wasn't moving.
The mother grew wide eyed and she grabbed her pup by the scruff. She placed it between her paws and chewed off the cord that choked the little one. The pup wasn't breathing. The mother licked it, hoping to stimulate its airways. Lick after lick, nothing happened. It was completely cleaned, but still showed no sing of life.
But then its belly twitched and the pup coughed up the fluid that had invaded its airways when the sack broke. The little baby began to squeal. The mother smiled in joy and relief and licked the pup's head.
She was blessed with another little female. Gently, the mother picked up the baby by her scruff and placed her next to her already feeding brother and sister. The pup yelped until she found her mother's milk gland and began to suckle. As she stared at her three beautiful puppies, the mother smiled. This wolf was called Madge. Another wolf padded into the den. Madge looked over at the wolf with interest.
"Excuse me ma'am," the wolf said. "I apologize for the intrusion, but Wayk would like to know if the pups have been delivered."
"Oh, yes, Pollen. Please, send him in," Madge replied. Pollen nodded and turned out of the den. Moments after, a large sepia Dragga padded into the den. He sat next to Madge, nuzzling her gently.
"How are you feeling, my dear?" He asked.
"Oh, just a little tired. This little one," as she pointed to the third pup with her snout, "gave me a hard time. I thought she had died before she had gotten to be born."
"Thank Fenris she didn't. Too hard on everyone if one loses a pup."
"Yes. I know."
"Have you decided what to name them?"
"Yes. I'm going to name him," pointing to the male, "Johlan, after your father. I'm naming the second pup Baeleh after my grandmother. You may choose the last pup's name," Madge said with a smile.
"Well, ok. I'll call her Takhi."
"What is that name from?"
"It's a name I've always hear about in my family. Something my grandfather would tell stories of a wolf named Takhi. I don't remember any of them, but I've always liked that name. Takhi."
The little pup raised her head, still deaf and her eyes shut, but seemed to be listening. She was different from her siblings already. Their pelts gained the shade of gray while hers remained a haunting black. She was already the oddball of the group. She nestled up to her mother's swollen belly and drifted off into sleep.
Her mother chuckled, "Our little Takhi."
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