Post by Lydair on Dec 5, 2005 5:39:03 GMT -5
Young paws padded slowly through Ge-Rad, their ivory pelage a sharp contrast to the dingy, fading blades of the brittle grass that they moved over; graceful and light, as though their owner was performing an intricate dance- she was s=doing no such things, as she wore such a serious façade; her mouth curled slightly into an unsure frown; white-rimmed, cobalt ears twitched and she looked about her, cyan eyes strained as they gleamed. Her heart was light and giddy; it was her mind that struggled- the femme was carrying a gift more precious than anything else that roamed or inhabited Transylvania- cubs. Two moons had fallen to a moon and a half; not yet was her pregnancy noticeable to others, for her silken-furred belly would not swell for many more suns, but spasms would twitch at her insides; she could feel the fetal stirs and it frightened and awed her. Rapt by the feeling, Lydair would often stop and simply smile incredulously before continuing her pacing; it soothed her mind and helped her thoughts to flow easier. The half-Varg blinked now, swerving her head to look around her; her secret was too grand to keep to herself- although she was in no hurry to exclaim it to her Dragga and Drappa- but her mate had a right to know that he would soon become a father. Lydair’s tender smile widened as she glanced at her stomach; retaining her grin and slowing her pace, nodding to herself as she realized her location within Ge-Rad; before her drooped the now-bare branches of her willow, Sita’s tree- although it was not truly hers, the femme enjoyed the thought that she would always have a safe haven where she could believe it was her own, and not another’s. Behind her lay the clearing where she had first met Cwen, and Draeg…and Koan, she realized with a start; the warrior had caught her eye several times and despite her fervent attempts to ignore the then-scout she had far from prevailed; Koan had gone so far as to follow her; the two had become friends and not long after lovers.
Nervously she scratched away the crackling, frosted leaves and circled once, twice, before doing her best to relax into a crouch; sitting up, her tail flicked and she growled a sigh; if she was already feeling discomfort, she couldn’t imagine the thought of her labor or the short time before it; she would gain numerous pounds of wait and was determined to eat as much as she could; she wouldn’t be a very good hunter in her later stages but Lydair knew Koan would get an earful if he suddenly disappeared, not to be seen until after her labor. Amused with the thought, her ears drooped and she traced a line with a black claw in the loam, trying to decide her words that she would give to Koan upon his arrival. Lydair was, in truth, frightened, a feeling that rarely struck her these days, when her confidence was in high morale; what if her labor went ill and she lost the cubs? What if Draeg and Cwen didn’t allow the cub’s birth? Instantly she knew what would come to pass; she would venture to Deor to have her cubs; she knew BT well enough and from what she had heard their Dragga Chalos Autumn was a fair and gentle enough he-Varg; Fly had whelped Zen and Rai there and although she had no wish to leave her packlands Lydair admitted, with an amused grin, that she would be of no real help during the first sun or two after the birth and the first week or so before it; gathering herbs would be completely out of the question and unless Draeg or Cwen recruited a Varg to become her apprentice Ge-Rad would be without an able-bodied Healer for several days; reflecting upon Uskiya and Cal she realized both Vargs had been released of all real duty during the majority of the femme’s pregnancy and Lydair slowly realized she had nothing to fear.
Smiling broadly now, Lydair tossed her head back and howled, her beautiful, mellow song floating through Ge-Rad, calling for none but her mate; until she spoke with him she would reveal nothing of her burden to any of her packmembers; Uskiya and Trile, as well as Cal, would be the first she would tell before venturing to Yelae and Shako; she was close friends with Shako, regarded him as her heart-brother, and had recently become friends with Yelae, but she was torn between her brother and his love by her own love; Koan, for an unknown reason, still held contempt towards Shako. Shaking her head she released the thoughts, focusing on his grand news, her tail wagging furiously as huffed in urgency.
(((AH! Puppies!! –dances-)))
Nervously she scratched away the crackling, frosted leaves and circled once, twice, before doing her best to relax into a crouch; sitting up, her tail flicked and she growled a sigh; if she was already feeling discomfort, she couldn’t imagine the thought of her labor or the short time before it; she would gain numerous pounds of wait and was determined to eat as much as she could; she wouldn’t be a very good hunter in her later stages but Lydair knew Koan would get an earful if he suddenly disappeared, not to be seen until after her labor. Amused with the thought, her ears drooped and she traced a line with a black claw in the loam, trying to decide her words that she would give to Koan upon his arrival. Lydair was, in truth, frightened, a feeling that rarely struck her these days, when her confidence was in high morale; what if her labor went ill and she lost the cubs? What if Draeg and Cwen didn’t allow the cub’s birth? Instantly she knew what would come to pass; she would venture to Deor to have her cubs; she knew BT well enough and from what she had heard their Dragga Chalos Autumn was a fair and gentle enough he-Varg; Fly had whelped Zen and Rai there and although she had no wish to leave her packlands Lydair admitted, with an amused grin, that she would be of no real help during the first sun or two after the birth and the first week or so before it; gathering herbs would be completely out of the question and unless Draeg or Cwen recruited a Varg to become her apprentice Ge-Rad would be without an able-bodied Healer for several days; reflecting upon Uskiya and Cal she realized both Vargs had been released of all real duty during the majority of the femme’s pregnancy and Lydair slowly realized she had nothing to fear.
Smiling broadly now, Lydair tossed her head back and howled, her beautiful, mellow song floating through Ge-Rad, calling for none but her mate; until she spoke with him she would reveal nothing of her burden to any of her packmembers; Uskiya and Trile, as well as Cal, would be the first she would tell before venturing to Yelae and Shako; she was close friends with Shako, regarded him as her heart-brother, and had recently become friends with Yelae, but she was torn between her brother and his love by her own love; Koan, for an unknown reason, still held contempt towards Shako. Shaking her head she released the thoughts, focusing on his grand news, her tail wagging furiously as huffed in urgency.
(((AH! Puppies!! –dances-)))
