Post by revan on Feb 21, 2011 4:13:06 GMT -5
{OOC: Okay, so I'm starting this thread a little early. Officially, the important post takes place on March 10, 2011. I don't know if the post will actually be posted on that day, but that's when it's supposed to happen. Now that the super-long author's note is done, I can get to posting. ;P}
Revan crawled into the deepest corner of her den, feeling very strange. Lately, she had found herself wanting to growl at anyone and everyone, from Zethrox to Terror, and wanting to crawl into the tiniest hole she could find. Was this normal? Several days ago, Zethrox had given her the order that, until the pups were born, she was to stay in the immediate area around the dens. No more off-territory excursions, he had said, and Revan hadn't objected. Once a day, someone, usually Koli or Zhen, would bring her food, but other than that, they left her alone. Revan didn't like having her emotions so off-kilter like this. Normally, even if she felt off, she could usually control it, but now it seemed as if her reactions weren't taking orders from her mind anymore. She was glad for once that Legacy had made herself scarce and they hadn't encountered one another recently. Revan didn't really have anything against the Mexican female, but all her attempts to befriend the older wolf had been cruelly rebuffed. Revan had always managed to keep her temper during those confrontations, but she knew that if one happened now, there was no telling what would happen. It might very well get physical, and Revan didn't want that.
Revan shifted slightly and winced as the mostly-healed slash on her side throbbed. Thanks to her quick action in treating the wound, it hadn't gotten infected and was healing nicely. It still hurt though, but Revan wasn't complaining. Pain was just something you dealt with, it was a part of life. The familiar scents drifting out of her still-room calmed her a little, and she closed her eyes, trying to relax. Revan's den was actually a set of three small inter-connected caves, a little deeper in the mountain than the main dens, and connected to them by a passage. Closest to the main dens was Revan's sleeping chamber. The other two caves contained a cache of herbs so complex that only Revan knew the pattern. Next to the sleeping chamber, which often doubled as a treatment room, was where Revan kept the herbs that were easiest to store and were most often needed. The furthest cave looked a little odd to an outsider's perspective, not that anyone other than Revan herself ever ventured that far in. Several small pools of still water, with plants floating in them, took up most of the room. In the back corner, half-hidden in a crevice, however, there were a few piles of leaves, roots, and berries. All of those were poisonous, and Revan very rarely, if ever, allowed anyone but herself to handle them.
A scratch from the passage outside told Revan that she was not alone. "Yes?" she called softly, her voice sending cascades of tiny echos down the passages. "Who's there?" Normally, the scents would answer that question, but it seemed that another side-effect of being pregnant was that Revan was having some trouble distinguishing the different scents of her packmates. This was disconcerting, and Revan hoped it would go away soon.
Revan crawled into the deepest corner of her den, feeling very strange. Lately, she had found herself wanting to growl at anyone and everyone, from Zethrox to Terror, and wanting to crawl into the tiniest hole she could find. Was this normal? Several days ago, Zethrox had given her the order that, until the pups were born, she was to stay in the immediate area around the dens. No more off-territory excursions, he had said, and Revan hadn't objected. Once a day, someone, usually Koli or Zhen, would bring her food, but other than that, they left her alone. Revan didn't like having her emotions so off-kilter like this. Normally, even if she felt off, she could usually control it, but now it seemed as if her reactions weren't taking orders from her mind anymore. She was glad for once that Legacy had made herself scarce and they hadn't encountered one another recently. Revan didn't really have anything against the Mexican female, but all her attempts to befriend the older wolf had been cruelly rebuffed. Revan had always managed to keep her temper during those confrontations, but she knew that if one happened now, there was no telling what would happen. It might very well get physical, and Revan didn't want that.
Revan shifted slightly and winced as the mostly-healed slash on her side throbbed. Thanks to her quick action in treating the wound, it hadn't gotten infected and was healing nicely. It still hurt though, but Revan wasn't complaining. Pain was just something you dealt with, it was a part of life. The familiar scents drifting out of her still-room calmed her a little, and she closed her eyes, trying to relax. Revan's den was actually a set of three small inter-connected caves, a little deeper in the mountain than the main dens, and connected to them by a passage. Closest to the main dens was Revan's sleeping chamber. The other two caves contained a cache of herbs so complex that only Revan knew the pattern. Next to the sleeping chamber, which often doubled as a treatment room, was where Revan kept the herbs that were easiest to store and were most often needed. The furthest cave looked a little odd to an outsider's perspective, not that anyone other than Revan herself ever ventured that far in. Several small pools of still water, with plants floating in them, took up most of the room. In the back corner, half-hidden in a crevice, however, there were a few piles of leaves, roots, and berries. All of those were poisonous, and Revan very rarely, if ever, allowed anyone but herself to handle them.
A scratch from the passage outside told Revan that she was not alone. "Yes?" she called softly, her voice sending cascades of tiny echos down the passages. "Who's there?" Normally, the scents would answer that question, but it seemed that another side-effect of being pregnant was that Revan was having some trouble distinguishing the different scents of her packmates. This was disconcerting, and Revan hoped it would go away soon.