Distant Lovers [Sabaoth]

[Odara]

Odara

and if in the moment I bite my lip
baby in that moment you'll know this is
something bigger than us and beyond bliss
give me a reason to believe it..

Odara was uncomfortable and that was only putting it mildly. Images of the hot and steamy sex she had had with Sabaoth replayed over and over in her mind. Blindly she had given herself to him, knowing in the back of her mind that there was a possibility that she would end up pregnant. And now here she was, so obviously with child. Her petite frame had swelled immensely- she was twice the size she had originally been. Her flanks were hard as rocks, her stomach nearly hanging as low as the terrain beneath her paws. And despite the fact that her stomach was rock hard the pups within her were relentless. They constantly fought for space in her womb, elbowing and kicking her ribs and knocking the wind out of her. Ever since that night she had been blind. She had not known the extent of the task at hand. She did not regret doing such a thing for her savior- but she could not help feeling neglected. Even now she woke irritated. Her auds were pinned tightly against her cranium, her silver optics glaring at the walls of the cave that wrapped around her. She had retreated to the caves long ago, back when her stomach initially became huge but that was an understatement. Messoria, the Matriarch, had taken one look at her and condemned her to the caves. She was concerned for her well-being but Odara could hardly care at all about herself. She didn't want to return to the darkness but here she found herself. Her eyes were well accustomed to the dark caves but that didn't make things any easier for her. She was angry and incredibly bitter. She was miserable.

She rolled over off of her side, the task a difficult one as she fought to get her legs out from under her. When she finally was able to rise off the ground she made her way back through the caverns. When she first stepped outside the light was blinding, enough so to make her cringe. She ducked her head down and strolled forward..well waddled forward. Her tail was pinned between her hind legs and she finally collapsed in a heap beneath one of the nearest trees. She panted heavily, her auds still pinned and her lungs fighting for air. Her stomach was swelled so far out that she felt like her skin was about to tear. She let out a frustrated groan, Why am I here.. She muttered before a specific scent hit her nares. It was him. He hadn't seen her her entire pregnancy. Odara knew that he was busy, but she also knew that Roka took precedence over herself. It hurt, it hurt to not feel loved or cared for. Sabaoth had offered her safety but he had not offered her love. And there was nothing worse then feeling unloved while being HUGELY pregnant. She didn't perk up even when he came into view. She did not speak, did not move even though her top lip threatened to curl back in warning. She was angry but she was more hurt then anything. Did he even care?

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[Sabaoth]

To say that Sabaoth had been busy lately would have been an understatement. With Typhon’s trip to Acerbus, Sabaoth had temporarily taken over watch of Ina’mos, spending the majority of his days patrolling and overseeing the pack. There was also a new batch of young ones who would make the swim to Vor’asa soon – his own children, to be precise. He was so very proud of them – even Taranis, who Roka fretted over with the apparent discover of darker tendencies. But Sabaoth was certain that the Agoge would harden the young male, perhaps chasing any oddness from his bones.

Soon, Sabaoth would have to swim to Vor’asa to oversee his children’s Agoge progress. And now that Typhon had returned the previous day, the General found that he once more had ample time on his paws, which currently lead his massive form in the direction of the dens. It was Odara he had chosen to visit today, for truthfully it had been too long since he’d seen the tiny femme. Most of his limited free time as of late had been spent with Roka, assisting her in caring for Balthazar and Cimeries, and slowly mending the rift that he’d driven between them. He’d meant every word he’d told her so many moons ago when he’d found himself broken and lost; he wished to change, to show her that he cared for her, though the concept was foreign to the brute.

But that did not mean he could neglect Odara, who he had brought to Ina’mos with the promise of safety – and who was currently massive with pups. He’d hunted before visiting her, and a plump hare dangled from his maw, still warm from the kill. As he came upon the dens he spotted her immediately, her rich auburn fur drawing his gaze first, though it was her bulging stomach to which it settled upon. There was no question that she was heavy with child, and soon it seemed she would burst. At last his gaze traveled upwards to hers, pale blue meeting vivid silver, and Sabaoth did not miss the anger he saw flickering there. Rightfully so; he had been neglectful.

Though it seemed there was a possibility she might snap, he stepped towards her slowly and deliberately, stooping once he reached her and dropping the hare at her paws to gently brush his muzzle against her taut belly. Then he shifted to gaze at her once more, his head held low and near to hers. ”I know I have been inattentive to you,” he said, his voice low. ”And soon I must go to Vor’asa. But I do not wish to miss the birth of our young ones…and I want to make sure that you are comfortable. Forgive me?” As he finished he reached down, nudging the hare closer to her, a clear offering.

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[Odara]

Odara

and if in the moment I bite my lip
baby in that moment you'll know this is
something bigger than us and beyond bliss
give me a reason to believe it..

She laid panting, her sides heaving with the effort of the motion. Her silver eyes never wavered from Sabaoth's much larger frame. She hated the way her body ached for him- ached to be touched and cared for. A rather plump hare was dangling from his jaws and she felt her mouth watering at the sight of it. Her appetite had grown immensely though Messoria had done an excellent job at keeping her satisfied. Odara was pleased with the Matriarch and felt a soft spot for the female if she could ever feel those types of emotions to begin with. She felt that she was also grateful towards the wench despite being confined to the caverns. She froze when Sabaoth came nearer, his steps slow and deliberate. Every ounce of her told her to snap at him, to add another gruesome scar to his face but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Of course she was annoyed with him, she was hot and grotesquely pregnant but even so she still couldn't do such a thing. She felt too much emotion towards the brute, enough emotion that she couldn't comprehend it all. Suddenly he dropped the hare right at her paws making it even more difficult to ignore her stomach. Odara froze entirely however when he reached out to press his nose against her taut belly. Almost instantaneously one of the babes in her womb kicked out harshly, as if in response to the pressure. Hardly any room and their still finding ways to kick me from the inside. She grumbled before resting her muzzle on her paws, the hare ever so close to her mouth now.

I know I have been inattentive to you, And soon I must go to Vor’asa. But I do not wish to miss the birth of our young ones…and I want to make sure that you are comfortable. Forgive me? It was incredibly hard to stay mad at him. Somehow he knew all the right words to say to her. She knew that she would be sharing him with Roka and that Roka held precedence over her- but needless to say she still wanted some type of validation. She was having his children. She needed to feel cared for even if he necessarily didn't love her. I suppose I will forgive you..For now. She spoke smoothly, an invisible brow arching before she finally turned her attention to the hare at her paws. She couldn't resist the urge any longer and finally clamped down on the creature, it's body still warm even though the life had fled from it's bones. It was a welcome treat, she hadn't had a decent sized hare in a long time. Sabaoth was a smart man, of course bringing a pregnant female food would get him on her good side. But it was more then that, she wanted him here. She wanted him to be involved. She didn't want to raise their monstrous children on her own. After she finished devouring the rabbit she licked her chops and her fore paws before glancing over to him. Thank you.. It was delicious. And I will forgive you up until these pups make their entrance into the world. Then I will be cursing you.. It was her mild attempt at a joke and her gaze softened ever so slightly at the brute before hardening once more.

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[Sabaoth]

For a moment Sabaoth was almost sure that she would turn away from him, perhaps lift herself and waddle back to the caverns, making it clear that she did not desire his company. But after several heartbeats she softened just slightly, her words drawing a quiet chuckle from him. It was not that he found her situation amusing, for truly he could only imagine how very uncomfortable she was, but more so that he was amused by the apparent feistiness of their unborn pups. ”It seems as if they’re already causing trouble,” he rumbled, moving to settle beside her, his large sides brushing gently against the fur of her shoulder.

Forgiveness, it seemed, had been granted – although apparently grudgingly. He watched with thinly veiled mirth as she fell silent, beginning to consume the hare he’d brought with gusto. Her appetite had clearly grown along with her stomach, though it was an expected side-effect of her pregnancy. Soon she would give birth, that much was clear, and briefly Sabaoth allowed himself to worry. He would undoubtedly be upon Vor’asa when it happened, and therefore would have to swim back to the island with haste as long as he was informed in time. He did not want her to be alone for the birthing, though Messoria would undoubtedly drop in; he needed to be there for her. He had brought her to Kairos, after all, and though he could not promise Odara his heart, he would at least ensure that she did not go through the experience of birth alone.

As she spoke again he laughed, his attention returning to her as he craned his head to look at her. ”Perhaps I should keep my distance when you give birth, then,” he mused. ”I’ll stand safely in the entrance of your den and call my encouragements to you. Otherwise I might lose an eye.” He grinned. ”It’s not like you could do much to make me more unappealing that I already am, anyways – but I quite like being able to see.” He shifted, glancing towards the dens as he sobered slightly, a frown pulling at his lips.

”Have you been comfortable in the caverns? Are you eating enough?” He asked. He knew they were trivial worries – the Matriarch would ensure that Odara was well taken care of, but the General had to ask. There was a measure of guilt for leaving her to her own devices as long as he had, and Sabaoth silently promised himself that he would attempt to do better in the future. She carried his pups, which were precious and dear, and though she was clearly angry with him for having been gone so long, she still soldiered through her pregnancy with a determination that was admirable.

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