Post by Yelæ on Oct 24, 2006 16:45:08 GMT -5
Wind attempted to mimic the grace if a Varg by howling through the treetops, and though its attempts were rather flattering, in comparison to the wolves' melodious howl it paled in comparison. However, it caused a dreary sensation and matched the land's barren appeal, and it caused the air to lack the sensation of being moist, a dry effect that caused chapped lips, as well as paws. The wind tore through the coat of a she-wolf sitting in Ge-Rad territory, who was busy at work with her own toils. Though numb with cold, the Sikla of the pack was busy with instinctive measures of her own, completing her digging of a den. The same instincts that told her that one could never be too early to be prepared. Though her pregnancy was somewhere down the line past being the middle of it, the she-Varg still had some time to go before the birth of her cubs would come, instincts told her so.
While doing such toils, her mind raced, caused from the fact of her horomones and the sudden coming of winter. Perhaps she and Shako decided on the wrong time to have cubs? She would give birth during wintertime, minimizing the chances of the cub's survival, cold and lack of prey being the main cause. The skin was stretched tight around her abdominal area, filled with life, and she appeared healthy. However, the last meal she had eaten was a few days ago, and though this was normal for healthy Varg, it was not for an expectant mother. She was no longer just responsible for her own health, but for her unborn pups' health as well.
Hopefully they would take on a Beta's attributes and be strong, healthy young that could thrive through the toughest of elements, and not of her Sikla heritage. No runt in this litter would survive, and though those were negative thoughts, they were indeed true. Another worry filled her mind, and she stopped her digging to pause and rest. The Healer of the pack, Lydair, was nowhere to be found. This she-wolf had all the importance as a midwife, even though the Nurse took on this job as well. For though a birth was something the mother and cubs went through alone, the Healer also provided somewhat of a relief, with knowlege of the medical arts in case there was bleeding or a pending life.
She moans slightly to herself, allowing her head to fall wearilly upon her front paws. With all this fretting, the weariness hit her like a sack of stone. Winter was supposed to be enjoyable, but something told her this was not one's average winter. For nothing came on this suddenly, this frigidly without a slow ease with fall. This came on hard and fast, and it troubled the Sikla so. She couldn't help but feel this was to be her longest winter yet, and just when things felt as though everything was set into right. A small flinch was casted upon her maw as one of her cubs gives a small, reassuring movement in the core of her belly that only a mother could feel, as though it knew what its mother was thinking. She was laying down rather awkwardly, as though attempting to manuver her swollen belly out from under her, her back legs kicked out at an odd angle.
In an attempt to keep warm, she tries to coax her body into a curled-up position, but fails miserably. Sighing, she settles with an arch-like shape, and relaxes her ever-so tense body muscle by muscle. Another sigh emitts from her elegant white maw, as the gray sky opened up to some flurries of snow that floated towards the ground. It threatened to storm, but as of now it was calm, and Yelae was drinking up the serenity, winds quieted down slightly. Though worn out, her blue-green eyes remain open, staring out into the territory of Ge-Rad, with an almost longing sensation.
What she longed now was the company her mate, even a pack member would do, but she was too tired to make such a call.
//Yeah, I'm making this thread as basically a picker-upper from my museless mind. I would like it if some (since it is impossible for ALL) of the pack members join...and Cwen may too if she decides that this takes place before she dies. I wanted to make a thread, so here it it! ^.^//
While doing such toils, her mind raced, caused from the fact of her horomones and the sudden coming of winter. Perhaps she and Shako decided on the wrong time to have cubs? She would give birth during wintertime, minimizing the chances of the cub's survival, cold and lack of prey being the main cause. The skin was stretched tight around her abdominal area, filled with life, and she appeared healthy. However, the last meal she had eaten was a few days ago, and though this was normal for healthy Varg, it was not for an expectant mother. She was no longer just responsible for her own health, but for her unborn pups' health as well.
Hopefully they would take on a Beta's attributes and be strong, healthy young that could thrive through the toughest of elements, and not of her Sikla heritage. No runt in this litter would survive, and though those were negative thoughts, they were indeed true. Another worry filled her mind, and she stopped her digging to pause and rest. The Healer of the pack, Lydair, was nowhere to be found. This she-wolf had all the importance as a midwife, even though the Nurse took on this job as well. For though a birth was something the mother and cubs went through alone, the Healer also provided somewhat of a relief, with knowlege of the medical arts in case there was bleeding or a pending life.
She moans slightly to herself, allowing her head to fall wearilly upon her front paws. With all this fretting, the weariness hit her like a sack of stone. Winter was supposed to be enjoyable, but something told her this was not one's average winter. For nothing came on this suddenly, this frigidly without a slow ease with fall. This came on hard and fast, and it troubled the Sikla so. She couldn't help but feel this was to be her longest winter yet, and just when things felt as though everything was set into right. A small flinch was casted upon her maw as one of her cubs gives a small, reassuring movement in the core of her belly that only a mother could feel, as though it knew what its mother was thinking. She was laying down rather awkwardly, as though attempting to manuver her swollen belly out from under her, her back legs kicked out at an odd angle.
In an attempt to keep warm, she tries to coax her body into a curled-up position, but fails miserably. Sighing, she settles with an arch-like shape, and relaxes her ever-so tense body muscle by muscle. Another sigh emitts from her elegant white maw, as the gray sky opened up to some flurries of snow that floated towards the ground. It threatened to storm, but as of now it was calm, and Yelae was drinking up the serenity, winds quieted down slightly. Though worn out, her blue-green eyes remain open, staring out into the territory of Ge-Rad, with an almost longing sensation.
What she longed now was the company her mate, even a pack member would do, but she was too tired to make such a call.
//Yeah, I'm making this thread as basically a picker-upper from my museless mind. I would like it if some (since it is impossible for ALL) of the pack members join...and Cwen may too if she decides that this takes place before she dies. I wanted to make a thread, so here it it! ^.^//
