Post by Roka on Sept 20, 2015 13:08:44 GMT -5
Roka had been feeling rather sluggish of late, taking to sleeping for most of the day rather than haul her bulging abdomen about. She had seen many pregnant wolves when she was living with her birth pack, but Roka almost looked unhealthy in her pregnancy. As if her skin would simply split from the pressure and the pups would walk out of her frame. As promised Sabaoth was off training the youth that travelled for the Agoge. Roka expected this but it didn't help the envy she felt at the youngsters getting his attention. Datura had been of great help to her since Roka found out she was pregnant. It seemed that the matriarch was pleased about the new life growing within her, especially because that life hadn't been spawned by Goliath. Roka had no idea what to with these pups or what was expected of her as a Kairos mother, but she did know that will every little movement they made she was drawing closer and closer to giving birth. She had no idea how many pups she carried within her body at this point, hoping to be rid of them soon. Her hulking stomach made it almost impossible to find a comfortable position to sleep in, having to roll around just to breath properly.
There was a subtle pinch down where she knew her pups rested and she wondered if it was one of their movements or if she was just tearing at the seams like she expected. After awhile it eased and she closed her eyes again, only to feel it a little more intensely. It wasn't necessarily painful, but it was uncomfortable with the amount of pressure building up. Her breaths began to slow to a pant and she felt an overwhelming need to push these pups out of her. Anything to ease the tension. She wasn't prepared for this, wasn't ready to see these little life's growing inside of her for the first time. She wondered how she was supposed to do this on her own when this was her first litter. Instinct seemed to take the reigns from her fretting mind and filled her with calm. She hauled herself to her feet and began to pace about trying to decide where the perfect place to give birth to them was. The caverns were spacious and large and she had the majority of this portion of it to herself. She didn't want anyone making there way too close to her young. A surge of protectiveness rose within her and she decided that even if she didn't love these little pups right now they were still her blood. Her family. She would protect them from all else until they were old enough to survive on their own.
The tension began to get closer and closer together as she looked for a place to rest. Finally settling for a dryer patch with some moss nearby she almost collapsed to the ground as the pinching sensation swept through her. More than anything she wanted to chew Sabaoth's hide for not only impregnating her, but also leaving her to give birth on her own. Groaning as the harsh tension pulled at her. With a great heave she pushed, her muscles coiling to expel whatever giants had found life with in her. The pulsing seemed to help ease the pain, but before long it grew again even larger than the last. Pushing again and again became an exhausting task and she wondered if she was even large enough to allow the pups to pass. Her channel had barely been large enough to handle Sabaoth's girth, so how was she to handle his offspring. Her breathing was short and pained as she continued to push, but to no avail. Even with the pains it seemed that the pup just wouldn't come out. She expected this pup to be just like his father for giving her so much grief. Surely a female would have simple cooperated and allowed itself to travel forth. Push after push seemed to get Roka nowhere until she finally felt that first pup slowly passing into the birth canal.
She had succeeded in at least this much and almost wanted to howl in triumph at the little victory. He was larger than she had feared by the fear of him. It was almost impossible to imagine how Datura and Messoria had managed this alone. They surely must had burst from the size of their pups. She stretched until she could stretch no more yet the pup seemed to flow without difficulty. Her body seemed to know it's limits and was aiding in the birth. With one more almighty push her first pup was born, and while she knew the second was impatient to join the first she needed this time with the pup. It was a male, dark with some while on his face and belly, truly his fathers doppelganger. He was a giant among beasts, his frame large enough to be a tot instead of a newborn. Roka chewed open the membrane he was contained in, licking all of the fluid and issue off of him. Once she was content that he was clean and dry she nestled him to her stomach. She knew that he body would grow with milk for her young, sustaining them until they teeth could handle meat. For now she felt great pride that this son of hers had manages to find a teat to latch onto and was heartily suckling away. He was a smart boy and she expected nothing less form him. He was also strong, kneading away at her belly, greedily quenching his thirst.
She wanted to remain in this moment forever watching this little male begin to thrive in front of her, but the tension gathered up again and she knew that even though exhaustion as close she would have to begin her pushing once more. Taking one last look at the ebony male she decided he would be called Taranis, a strong name for her strong son.
Sabaoth Taranis Rhys Kegan
There was a subtle pinch down where she knew her pups rested and she wondered if it was one of their movements or if she was just tearing at the seams like she expected. After awhile it eased and she closed her eyes again, only to feel it a little more intensely. It wasn't necessarily painful, but it was uncomfortable with the amount of pressure building up. Her breaths began to slow to a pant and she felt an overwhelming need to push these pups out of her. Anything to ease the tension. She wasn't prepared for this, wasn't ready to see these little life's growing inside of her for the first time. She wondered how she was supposed to do this on her own when this was her first litter. Instinct seemed to take the reigns from her fretting mind and filled her with calm. She hauled herself to her feet and began to pace about trying to decide where the perfect place to give birth to them was. The caverns were spacious and large and she had the majority of this portion of it to herself. She didn't want anyone making there way too close to her young. A surge of protectiveness rose within her and she decided that even if she didn't love these little pups right now they were still her blood. Her family. She would protect them from all else until they were old enough to survive on their own.
The tension began to get closer and closer together as she looked for a place to rest. Finally settling for a dryer patch with some moss nearby she almost collapsed to the ground as the pinching sensation swept through her. More than anything she wanted to chew Sabaoth's hide for not only impregnating her, but also leaving her to give birth on her own. Groaning as the harsh tension pulled at her. With a great heave she pushed, her muscles coiling to expel whatever giants had found life with in her. The pulsing seemed to help ease the pain, but before long it grew again even larger than the last. Pushing again and again became an exhausting task and she wondered if she was even large enough to allow the pups to pass. Her channel had barely been large enough to handle Sabaoth's girth, so how was she to handle his offspring. Her breathing was short and pained as she continued to push, but to no avail. Even with the pains it seemed that the pup just wouldn't come out. She expected this pup to be just like his father for giving her so much grief. Surely a female would have simple cooperated and allowed itself to travel forth. Push after push seemed to get Roka nowhere until she finally felt that first pup slowly passing into the birth canal.
She had succeeded in at least this much and almost wanted to howl in triumph at the little victory. He was larger than she had feared by the fear of him. It was almost impossible to imagine how Datura and Messoria had managed this alone. They surely must had burst from the size of their pups. She stretched until she could stretch no more yet the pup seemed to flow without difficulty. Her body seemed to know it's limits and was aiding in the birth. With one more almighty push her first pup was born, and while she knew the second was impatient to join the first she needed this time with the pup. It was a male, dark with some while on his face and belly, truly his fathers doppelganger. He was a giant among beasts, his frame large enough to be a tot instead of a newborn. Roka chewed open the membrane he was contained in, licking all of the fluid and issue off of him. Once she was content that he was clean and dry she nestled him to her stomach. She knew that he body would grow with milk for her young, sustaining them until they teeth could handle meat. For now she felt great pride that this son of hers had manages to find a teat to latch onto and was heartily suckling away. He was a smart boy and she expected nothing less form him. He was also strong, kneading away at her belly, greedily quenching his thirst.
She wanted to remain in this moment forever watching this little male begin to thrive in front of her, but the tension gathered up again and she knew that even though exhaustion as close she would have to begin her pushing once more. Taking one last look at the ebony male she decided he would be called Taranis, a strong name for her strong son.
Sabaoth Taranis Rhys Kegan