Post by Messoria on Apr 25, 2015 0:20:58 GMT -5
Drip, drip, drip.
The distant yet steady trickle of water echoed softly throughout the spacious caverns, somehow relaxing in its own right. Outside, the sun beamed down upon Ina’mos, its glaring beams peeking through the opening of the dens, dancing and shimmering across the stone walls. The dark femme found herself sprawled just before the mouth of the den, the few rays that touched her pelt warming the chestnut streaked fur, attempting but failing to lounge in peace. The heart of the issue was that she was simply too large, an unfortunate fact that had Messoria huffing, rolling to one side and then back again. It was impossible to get comfortable no matter what she did; walking had become more of a waddle, sitting was awkward, and laying was downright intolerable. Her belly was massive and bulging, twice the size of a normal pregnant femme’s, and she was certain that she was near to bursting. It cannot come quickly enough, she thought, amber eyes cracking open as she stared at the ceiling in dismay. She was certain that she carried giants within her, for surely a litter of scrawny pups would not make her bulge so grotesquely, and while the pregnancy was not easy on her, the thought was a comforting one. It would be worth it for the sake of seeing the pride etched into the lines of Goliath’s face; she would bring glory to her colossal mate if it was the last thing that she did.
As it was, Messoria did not feel so very glorious. Goliath and many others were away conquering Descai’s lands, which she’d been forbidden from participating in due to her heavily pregnant form. It was a drastic change from her usual feminine features and slender frame, and while she knew that the life within her was both sacred and important, it was difficult to adjust to. She would have liked to stand alongside Goliath, to bask in the intoxicating power and strength of him, secure in the knowledge that she was his, and inevitably in his success when he claimed Acerbus. Even Datura had gone, mostly recovered from her birth, leaving her litter in the care of Messoria and the other pregnant she-wolves. There were many – more than enough to care for the pups who currently lingered within the cave. While it was early and many were slumbering, Messoria knew that it would not be long until some of them stirred, and then she would never get to relax. Regardless, she did not mind. It was useful experience for her own pups, who would be gracing the world with their presence very soon. The very thought made Messoria’s lips twitch upwards into a coy smile as her gaze raked across the bundles of young ones. They were all so vastly different from each other, their budding personalities beginning to show, and already they were much larger than the average pups – the majority of them, anyways.
Mouth stretching wide in a yawn, Messoria rearranged herself into a slightly more comfortable position, although her muscles still ached in protest. Her belly felt fuller than usual after her breakfast, which was an unfortunate effect of her pregnancy. She was ravenous at all times, and yet eating made her already swollen belly feel more bloated and full. Ears flicking atop her skull, she pointed her delicate muzzle in the direction of the pups once more, stilling as the jumble of limbs began to stir just slightly. She’d had her moments of semi-peace; now came the true task of entertaining curious young minds.
The distant yet steady trickle of water echoed softly throughout the spacious caverns, somehow relaxing in its own right. Outside, the sun beamed down upon Ina’mos, its glaring beams peeking through the opening of the dens, dancing and shimmering across the stone walls. The dark femme found herself sprawled just before the mouth of the den, the few rays that touched her pelt warming the chestnut streaked fur, attempting but failing to lounge in peace. The heart of the issue was that she was simply too large, an unfortunate fact that had Messoria huffing, rolling to one side and then back again. It was impossible to get comfortable no matter what she did; walking had become more of a waddle, sitting was awkward, and laying was downright intolerable. Her belly was massive and bulging, twice the size of a normal pregnant femme’s, and she was certain that she was near to bursting. It cannot come quickly enough, she thought, amber eyes cracking open as she stared at the ceiling in dismay. She was certain that she carried giants within her, for surely a litter of scrawny pups would not make her bulge so grotesquely, and while the pregnancy was not easy on her, the thought was a comforting one. It would be worth it for the sake of seeing the pride etched into the lines of Goliath’s face; she would bring glory to her colossal mate if it was the last thing that she did.
As it was, Messoria did not feel so very glorious. Goliath and many others were away conquering Descai’s lands, which she’d been forbidden from participating in due to her heavily pregnant form. It was a drastic change from her usual feminine features and slender frame, and while she knew that the life within her was both sacred and important, it was difficult to adjust to. She would have liked to stand alongside Goliath, to bask in the intoxicating power and strength of him, secure in the knowledge that she was his, and inevitably in his success when he claimed Acerbus. Even Datura had gone, mostly recovered from her birth, leaving her litter in the care of Messoria and the other pregnant she-wolves. There were many – more than enough to care for the pups who currently lingered within the cave. While it was early and many were slumbering, Messoria knew that it would not be long until some of them stirred, and then she would never get to relax. Regardless, she did not mind. It was useful experience for her own pups, who would be gracing the world with their presence very soon. The very thought made Messoria’s lips twitch upwards into a coy smile as her gaze raked across the bundles of young ones. They were all so vastly different from each other, their budding personalities beginning to show, and already they were much larger than the average pups – the majority of them, anyways.
Mouth stretching wide in a yawn, Messoria rearranged herself into a slightly more comfortable position, although her muscles still ached in protest. Her belly felt fuller than usual after her breakfast, which was an unfortunate effect of her pregnancy. She was ravenous at all times, and yet eating made her already swollen belly feel more bloated and full. Ears flicking atop her skull, she pointed her delicate muzzle in the direction of the pups once more, stilling as the jumble of limbs began to stir just slightly. She’d had her moments of semi-peace; now came the true task of entertaining curious young minds.
Words : 595
Muse : good!
Tags : Typhon
Notes : Open to any of the other Daliath pups who want to participate in annoying Messoria ;D
Muse : good!
Tags : Typhon
Notes : Open to any of the other Daliath pups who want to participate in annoying Messoria ;D