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Post by rayen on Aug 31, 2007 21:33:38 GMT -5
{meh, awful post :P}
A heartbeat. Slow and melodic. The pulse, a lullaby. Four other tiny bodies nearby; she could feel them; she was aware of them; and she knew them in the primitive, instinctive way that defined what they were to one another. She, like them, could not see the faint permeating light of her mother's belly, nor could she hear the tempo of her mother's heart, but she could feel it. Bathed in the warmth of her mother's womb and surrounded by her siblings, contented, she was nevertheless naturally prepared for her mother's labor, ready to meet the big, wide world that existed outside.
Shock and cold were the first two elements introduced to the tiny newborn as she was rushed to the realm of the birthing den. Her fur was clammy and wet, and was plastered to her skin. She shivered and began to cry. There was space. There was ground. Everything there was unfamiliar. Where was her mother, and the warmth, and the heartbeat, and the other four? She cried again, and lurched forward. Her unsteady legs folded, but her nose bumped into the warm fur of an underbelly, familiar, recognized as her mother. The being of which her entire life revolved. Instinctively, she lurched forward again, and began to crawl, nosing her mother's belly; nipping once, and beginning to suckle greedily, she made little smacking noises and began wagging her tail happily. The world wasn't that bad after all.
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Post by Delilah on Sept 6, 2007 17:08:34 GMT -5
((Ok, well, this post is really bad. And I decided, after talking with my sis, that I would do first person too.)) Warmth pressed up against my sides, in my face; I could feel that much. I could also feel the soft, repetitive, rhythm of tiny pulses—heartbeats—nearby. A stronger, more prominent, thumping of a heartbeat was faster then all the others—deliberate and steady as they were. I could feel the pulses, the heartbeats, but I could not hear them. I couldn’t see anything either, just feel the warmth of the body heat that pressed against my sides and the thumping of the heartbeats….
Just then, I flailed my tiny paws feebly, searching. Not quite sure what I was looking for, I continued to fumble pathetically—crying all the while—till I felt something gnawing at my belly. Was it hunger, perhaps? Or, something else? Whatever it was, it hurt and I began to cry louder. But then, thankfully, my slight paws met with something soft and velvety. Happy for some comfort other then the continuous thumping, and I pushed myself forward slowly, not quite walking, not quite crawling. Feeling with my nose, I searched the tender surface of my mother’s belly ravenously, till I found what I’d been seeking. Suckling rapidly, I pushed my paws against her belly, hoping it would help to get the milk flowing faster.
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Key
Newborn
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Post by Key on Sept 9, 2007 9:18:36 GMT -5
[ sorry this is kinda really late, the internet keeps going down at my house :/ ] A small shape began to move inside her mother's womb. Tiny cream paws flailed about, as if the unborn pup sought to place her paws on the earth and run. The heartbeats of her siblings, and the heartbeat of her mother, drumming into her being. Though she couldn't hear it, couldn't hear a single thing, the steady throb had been instilled in her and had become a comfort not readily given up. However despite her want to stay put the white and black Varg pup would soon be out into the wide, cold and cruel world in a matter of minutes, but this little bit of information still illuded her. Her body met the padded den with a soft and muffled thud. Immediately she filled her lungs with the crisp and cool air. Then she shivered, it was much, much cooler than she was used to. Too cold... The pup began to whine, she wiggled and succeeded in rolling onto her plump side. Wiggling again the newborn managed to right herself and lie on her stomach. What a strange world, it was cold, dark, completely silent and it lacked the comforting thud of her mother's heartbeat. Again she began to wail, a long drawn out cry that drained her lungs of the air she'd inhaled. Her coat stuck to her figure and would do little to protect against the elements until later in life. Again, trying to get control of herself the pup tried to stand and found that by concentrating on her paws and trying to stand she could push herself forward inch by inch. It was hard going for each time she sought to thrust herself forward she'd hit her muzzle on the ground. It was worth it though as she felt the warmth emanating from some being. Unsure of what to do she pushed herself forward again. The being was small and so she clambered atop it. Little did she know she was climbing on her sister sibling, the second born with ashen fur. Her muzzle hit something also warm and then she began to slip off her sister but not before discovering what that little being was doing there. Greedily and jealously she sought to worm her way between her feeding sibling and her mother, wishing to steal from her the warm milk she so desperately craved.
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Ryu
Cub
Defender in Training
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Post by Ryu on Sept 12, 2007 21:21:08 GMT -5
Thought… was even such a thing conceivable for one who had not graced the world? If not, then his thoughts would be how warm this place was. How cramped he felt amongst his siblings, and the constant heart beat that often time lulled the sleeping unborn pup in and out of sleep. Not much else processed in the still recent formed brain of a soon to be born wolf cub. But today was different somehow, something was not right in this small, cramped yet surprisingly comfortable world to which he was used too. It felt like all at once, the little cub was expunged from this world and into a new environment. Violently banished from the warmth of his mother’s soothing heartbeat, to the cold air that now trapped his body. Confusion took hold, as he desperately yelped in discomfort to which plagued him.
A cream puppy entered this world, a gift spawned by the blessing of Tor and Fenris, and the result of true love shared by Mist and Chayton. His ivory pelt still wet from the juices that consisted with life inside the womb. He yearned for comfort that had been swiftly taken away from him, and tried his best to navigate this new world with closed eyes. Guided only by instinct, the little puppy found his way to a new warm and soft spot. Somehow, he knew this to be his mother, and what had once been confusion and fear now transformed into hunger and need. Others were in the way of this need, and this simply wouldn’t do. So the little white puppy forced his way amongst his all ready feeding siblings to greedily take hold and suckle on the warm nectar of life provided by Mist. And at this moment, Ryu was born.
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Post by okamiwolf on Sept 18, 2007 17:11:11 GMT -5
Lucivar smiled, she helped Mist through her birthing - accomplished what had been her original purpose in the family that was Deor. She was thrilled to see a Varg who was so much like a sister to herself be able to have her own kin. Younglings that would one day grow and contribute to the pack and maybe even start families of their own. It made her so happy, but she was slightly jealous as well. She loved puppies, and nothing would please her more than to have pups of her own to take care of, but it was not - at the moment - in the stars for her.
“They’re beautiful, Mist.” She said fondly, as she turned to fulfill her wish and to retrieve Chayton. From there she decided that it would be better if she waited outside and gave her mate some needed attention - or rather get him to give her the attention she was seeking. It had been so long and she would only register his presence mostly when she was sleeping. He seemed to vanish so often.
She emerged from the den, padding toward Chayton, to whom she dipped her muzzle to. “Well, Chayton, you’ve become a father of four (if Mist’s PM is correct) beautiful cubs. It’s safe for you to visit them now.” Smiling Lucivar gave him a nudge with her shoulder, telling him with both words and body language to go see his children. As she passed him she wandered to Chalos. Seating herself beside him with a blissful, and yet sad expression written across her face.
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Chayton
Sikla
Guard/Hunter of Deor
Chayton
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Post by Chayton on Sept 29, 2007 23:45:50 GMT -5
///so we are currently figuring out some finer details with the pups, so changes probably will be made. so...sorry for the delay/conclusion. I'll delete this shortly. just wanted to let everyone know the holdup and what not///
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Post by Eponine on Oct 8, 2007 22:32:01 GMT -5
It was cold, very cold. Eponine’s tiny paws twitched with discomfort. The chilled air seemed so harsh on the little pups brand new lungs. A shiver ran through her almost useless body, being just born it gave her little use. A hefty silence loomed around her and a darkness in front of her, and she was hungry, extremely hungry. Part of her wanted to get up and wobble her way blindly towards her mother but Mist just seemed to far away and the blind gander did not sound appealing.
Eponine soft fur blew in the breeze ruffling it ever so slightly. Eponine was very unusually small even smaller then the usual runt of a litter. Her fur was creamy off white color with a reddish glow to it that complimented her small form for it surrounded her in a large fluffy quantity. Her eye color was not yet revealed to the world for it still lay hidden behind her protective lids. Eponine lay still shivering her lack of body fat making the cold ten times worse. She had agreed to her self just to lay their she was to cold to move. But alas she wiggled uncomfortably trying to reach the warm safety of her mother and the other pups, right now her legs were useless for as she tried to move herself up they remained the same from the cold no doubt, she thought. She started scooting uncomfortably around the ground not willing to stay there any longer.
(Srry, Bad post I didn’t really know what to write and it might have a few problems here and there)
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