by donovan. » Mon Jun 04, 2012 2:27 pm
The humans tied Kirsa down with thick binds. She whimpered, yelping every time one of the humans touched her swollen belly. They were coming, and she knew that. She felt their awful squirming almost daily. She had wanted pups when her mate had been beside her, persuading her with his smooth words. Kirsa really had, so they had let the humans mate them. She had been so blinded by love, that she hadn't seen the fact that her mate was selfish. He immediately left her when the first sign of her pregnancy showed. Kirsa's fragile heart had broken and shattered into a million unfixable pieces. Soon the humans were dragging her into their strange room filled with files and needles and foreign liquids. They poked and prodded at her swelling sides. Now they had finally dragged her into the 'pupping facility'. They wanted to ensure she didn't hurt them, so they fastened her muzzle with a metal clamp. She let out high pitched whimpers, squirming under the bonds. She barely had strength to pup.
Kirsa shuddered as the first pup was born. She whimpered as she watched the humans snatch up her pup. The fae growled, thrashing against the binds, one of the fae-humans untied her. Kirsa immediately lunged for her pup. Her teeth closing around its scruff. She practically tore her pup from the human. The young fae whimpered, running her tongue rapidly over her pup as she had seen other faes do. Her tiny newborn let out small squeaks. She smiled proudly at her newborn son, but as soon as she set him at her belly the humans were on her again. She snarled, baring her teeth in a protective way. The fae curled around her pup and yelped, taking up a continuous loop of whimpers. The second pup was born soon. This time the humans made no attempt to touch it. Her bared her teeth again, the raw snarl that echoed from her throat startled her. Moving quickly she groomed the newborn fae roughly. She then curled around her two pups who latched on eagerly to her stomach. She whimpered and closed her eyes.
Neru watched his sister helplessly from behind a glass wall. His claws clicked against the cement flooring. He scrabbled for traction, then clawed at the window. He let out threatening snarls when the humans went near Kirsa. He pulled back his ears when his sister had the pups. She looked so frail and weak. Neru whimpered to her, trying to draw his sister's attention to him. But his sister didn't even look over. He yelped sadly. Neru continued to claw at the window, his paw pad streaking down the window. His eyes became dark, as he turned away. "She'll pay." He growled darkly. The brute turned when the fae-human approached him. He growled lowly, and then yelped as suddenly there was a searing pain in his leg. Neru faded into unconsciousness as the humans dragged him out into the enclosure. The faux forest scent was the last thing he scented as he went under the sedation.
The door into Kirsa's den was opened, and the humans left the room. She growled lowly, picking up her two newborns, they squirmed helplessly in her jaw. The fae narrowed her eyes, abandoning this den. She sniffed around for an already built den.
Soon finding one heavy with the scent of brutes, she flicked an ear and shrugged. She quickly settled into Harley and Sunny's den. Kirsa set down her pups in the soft moss. The fae then curled around them. "Spring and Winter." She murmured. The fae was Spring, the brute, Winter. She chose the two seasons in representation of life and death. In the spring the forest was reborn into something greater. In the winter everything died in order to be reborn. She lay down, her milk scent quickly covering over the brutes.
Spring's tiny form stuck out like a sore thumb in the darkness of the den. It was a brilliant white. So perfect and unruffled. She let out high pitched squeaks, searching for her mother's belly. The scents around her were so for, catching scent of Harley she marked him in her mind as her father. She flailed about like a fish until she found Kirsa's belly. She nosed e soft belly fur until she found a place to latch on. Soon the sounds of slurping could be heard, and the tiny fae rumbled excitedly. She raised her head up, still rumbling.
Winter didn't move to suckle. Instead the pitch black runt squirmed up his mother's belly. He settled on her side, rumbling contentedly. His tail wagged with satisfaction, his small paws kneading her fur. He lowered his head and tried to latch on to her side fur. Winter's tiny pink tongue rasped at the foreign texture. He rumbled some more, a bit confused. Then squeaked loudly as he felt his mother lift him up and set him at her milk scented belly. He licked the fur there curiously. He rumbled as he found a latching on place. Winter suckled quickly, then rolled onto his back wince he was done.
(This is what I've been working so hard on. Hope you like it, please read all. It tells their current locations.)
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"The world is a book and those who do not travel only read one page."
Augustine of Hippo
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