Post by Valeria on Mar 13, 2015 23:17:57 GMT -5
Never before had Valeria experience such pain.
It was almost as if someone was repeatedly kicking her straight in the gut. The crazy part was, it came and went. She would experience the most miserable of feelings imaginable for a few minutes, and then the pain would subside once more. It was when it started growing closer and closer together that the alphess instinctually headed toward the dens. Nestled deep in the thicket of the jungle, it was virtually a hidden paradise. No one would be able to bother her. She would be left in peace to suffer and whither away, or so it seemed. Why had she ever set foot near that male?
A quiet whimper slipped from the great she-wolf's lips as she pawed repeatedly at the ground. The black and gold alphess trembled, the pain extending all the way to the tips of her dew claws. She finally lowered her bulging body down to the den floor, the contractions racking through her tired and abused body with accelerating intensity and speed. She would not last much longer at this rate...
As the first pup crowned, Valeria snarled out in distress, unable to keep quiet as the pup's large head emerged from her body. With a final push, she forced the vile thing from her body, though instinct told her to immediately come to its aid. Valeria moved with lightning intensity, nuzzling at the small, slimy body as her tongue tore the film and grime away from the pup's nose. With a strangled squeak, her firstborn took his first breaths. A quiet sigh slid from the alphess as her body prepared to do the process over once more.
The second pup came much quicker than the first. Now that her body became acclimated to the size and pain of birth, she labored onward. Twenty minutes after the birth of her mottled son, yet another son came into the world. The stress of the birth was far too great for Valeria to concern herself with her dislike of males. These were her babies, and heaven help her, she would go to the ends of the earth to protect them from harm. They were her legacy and a product of her very existence. They were proof that she could, in fact, do something right.
As the alphess nosed her pups toward her belly to nurse, her third born made a break for freedom. This little fighter decided that she did not want to take the easy way out; Valeria labored for quite some time, pushing with what she thought was the last ounce of strength in her body, before the defiant little one joined the world of the living. A daughter, she thought happily, her golden eyes sparkling as she drank in the beautiful black and gold daughter she had created. She is perfect.
It seemed as if her body was worn to the brink of exhaustion. Nearly an hour went by as the three little ones nestled into their mother's side, suckling amongst the squeaks and squeals. So it came as a surprise to Valeria when, almost two hours after her first pup was born, yet another little girl fought her way into the pack. These were the first pups of Valyn. As she gazed down at her littlest daughter in wonder, she could not help but smile. This little one bore Zofia's beautiful white coat. "My sweet Arya," she whispered to the little pup. She was nearly half the size of her siblings; yet she was perfect in every way.
"Valkyrie, you shall achieve greatest," Valeria stared down at her marked child. The beautiful war paint on her eyes, the size and strength of her little one... She would be a wondrous wolf. She was the epitome of what Valeria sought in her pursuit of procreation. She would be the next generation of Valyn. Her eyes then settled on the two large males. To the one that appeared much unto his father, she bestowed a fitting name. "Leviathan, may you fight and grow to be great and strong, much like your father."
To her firstborn, she smiled gently. He was quite lovely as well. Though his golden ears reminded her much of her brother, Ryker, his dusted eyes and coat set him far enough apart that she could feel nothing but love toward her son. "Valhalla, you, too, are destined for greatness."
It was almost as if someone was repeatedly kicking her straight in the gut. The crazy part was, it came and went. She would experience the most miserable of feelings imaginable for a few minutes, and then the pain would subside once more. It was when it started growing closer and closer together that the alphess instinctually headed toward the dens. Nestled deep in the thicket of the jungle, it was virtually a hidden paradise. No one would be able to bother her. She would be left in peace to suffer and whither away, or so it seemed. Why had she ever set foot near that male?
A quiet whimper slipped from the great she-wolf's lips as she pawed repeatedly at the ground. The black and gold alphess trembled, the pain extending all the way to the tips of her dew claws. She finally lowered her bulging body down to the den floor, the contractions racking through her tired and abused body with accelerating intensity and speed. She would not last much longer at this rate...
As the first pup crowned, Valeria snarled out in distress, unable to keep quiet as the pup's large head emerged from her body. With a final push, she forced the vile thing from her body, though instinct told her to immediately come to its aid. Valeria moved with lightning intensity, nuzzling at the small, slimy body as her tongue tore the film and grime away from the pup's nose. With a strangled squeak, her firstborn took his first breaths. A quiet sigh slid from the alphess as her body prepared to do the process over once more.
The second pup came much quicker than the first. Now that her body became acclimated to the size and pain of birth, she labored onward. Twenty minutes after the birth of her mottled son, yet another son came into the world. The stress of the birth was far too great for Valeria to concern herself with her dislike of males. These were her babies, and heaven help her, she would go to the ends of the earth to protect them from harm. They were her legacy and a product of her very existence. They were proof that she could, in fact, do something right.
As the alphess nosed her pups toward her belly to nurse, her third born made a break for freedom. This little fighter decided that she did not want to take the easy way out; Valeria labored for quite some time, pushing with what she thought was the last ounce of strength in her body, before the defiant little one joined the world of the living. A daughter, she thought happily, her golden eyes sparkling as she drank in the beautiful black and gold daughter she had created. She is perfect.
It seemed as if her body was worn to the brink of exhaustion. Nearly an hour went by as the three little ones nestled into their mother's side, suckling amongst the squeaks and squeals. So it came as a surprise to Valeria when, almost two hours after her first pup was born, yet another little girl fought her way into the pack. These were the first pups of Valyn. As she gazed down at her littlest daughter in wonder, she could not help but smile. This little one bore Zofia's beautiful white coat. "My sweet Arya," she whispered to the little pup. She was nearly half the size of her siblings; yet she was perfect in every way.
"Valkyrie, you shall achieve greatest," Valeria stared down at her marked child. The beautiful war paint on her eyes, the size and strength of her little one... She would be a wondrous wolf. She was the epitome of what Valeria sought in her pursuit of procreation. She would be the next generation of Valyn. Her eyes then settled on the two large males. To the one that appeared much unto his father, she bestowed a fitting name. "Leviathan, may you fight and grow to be great and strong, much like your father."
To her firstborn, she smiled gently. He was quite lovely as well. Though his golden ears reminded her much of her brother, Ryker, his dusted eyes and coat set him far enough apart that she could feel nothing but love toward her son. "Valhalla, you, too, are destined for greatness."
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Notes: And they're finally here!
