Our World (Semi Lit/Literate Dog RP) [Accepting]

[Teacup-old]

"I'm afraid we can't be sure." Alicka said, looking at her paws. "I'll try my best." she said, going back down the tunnal and sitting at Azalea's side. "Stay calm and push when you feel you need to. You can hold my paw if you want."
[I have to leave. I'll finish after you post, I'll write more on my DS.]

[Beebop]

((Aw, okay. I'll probably be here for a while, so come back whenever ^^))

Alicka's words left Bay dumbfounded. What did she mean, "can't be sure?" This was a life, how could she not be sure about a life?
She soon left and went back to Azalea's side, not making eye contact. He tried to shake himself clear of his confusion, but wasn't entirely sure he could follow. He was still in so much shock form seeing her in that condition, he didn't know if he could do it again. He didn't get to ponder it long, though; he was soon interrupted from his thoughts by another dog. "Excuse me, I think I might be able to help you."
Bay turned and saw Ronnie standing behind him, although he had no idea who he was. Maybe he had seen him underground, but he couldn't be sure. Still, any help was welcome at this point. "If I may...?" the old dog maneuvered himself around Bay and went to the tunnel entrance. "I've seen some labors in my time."
By then, the realization that he may never see Azalea again had hit Bay, and hot tears suddenly began rolling down his muzzle. Before Ronnie had gone into the hole, he pinned him to the wall harshly, bearing his teeth and hissing, "You help her, you hear me?" His breathing was wild and the tears kept falling, eventually rattling him so violently he was forced to let his elder go. "You.. you help her." Bay's voice cracked and he shut his eyes, slipping down into the tunnel.
Ronnie grunted as he lifted himself off the wall; Bay had hurt his old joints. Still, he knew he could help. He had to try, at least, and he moved swiftly down the tunnel after him.

.....

Azalea was in so much pain she couldn't think straight, everyone else's seeming concern made her worried. She clawed at Alicka's paw when she extend it; maybe she was hoping for comfort, maybe for relief, but she was glad her new friend was there.
She panted, "How long am I going to... going to have to keep this up?" The heeler looked up at her companion with tear-filled eyes, hoping the answer would be a good one. "Everyone looks so worried, I hope it's over soon...."

[Teacup-old]

Alika looked down at Azalea with mixed emotions. "Hours possibly, dear. You'll have me the whole time, right here next to you...the whole time." she whispered, trying to ignore the pain in her paw. This was all so new, but she could see death lurking in Azalea's eyes. She hoped if Azalea didn't make it Bay would let her help raise the pups. "You need to do two special things for me Azalea. Can you promise me you'll do them now?" she looked down at Azalea, occationally checking the back end of her. Azalea was in terrible condition, and she knew the cause of ths.
The Bang was Killing Azalea, along with many others. She waited patiently for Azalea's answer before continuing. These two steps were crutial at this point.

[Beebop]

Hours? Azalea didn't know if she could keep up for much longer, much less hours...
But she tried to pay attention to what Alicka was telling her. It kept her mind more focused on what she needed to do, and not so much on the terrible pain wracking her body. "Two things? I think I can remember that... " she grunted as another contraction ran through her, leaving her shivering and cold. She coughed quietly, "What do you need me to do?" She looked up at her friend, the wrinkles of pain leaving her face as Alicka's form started to slip away, seemingly down a dark tunnel as she began to loose consciousness.

[Teacup-old]

Alika watched as Azalea's eyes began to die down. Will the pups survive? Or will all of them be taken from us? she thought to herself. It was quite apparent that Azalea would not be living on to allow her and Bay's blood to be passed down more; but right now she needed to act quick. She began to lightly slap Azalea's face, waiting for some sort of reply.
Her tail lashed around furiously; this was hopeless. Her ears laid back flat, Azalea's body quickly losing life. This couldn't be possible. How come it only takes one word to say hello, but it takes thousands of years to say good bye. This made her both furious and confused. This wasn't the path Azalea would have chosen, and Alika knew that for a fact. "AZALEA!" she wept, "PLEASE WAKE UP!" She said it more as a command rather then a question. What would Bay think of her? As the killer of his beloved, Azalea? She couldn't let the heavens have Azalea just yet, but she was powerless over such a thing. She needed Azalea to wake in order to stay with them for a few more hours and birth her pups. Tears flooded her face and stung her eyes, this was the hardest she could ever cry.
Alika's reputation was on the line. If Azalea didn't die after birth, others would think of her as a murder. Alika would never hurt a fly, or a fellow heeler for that manner. She stopped slaping Azalea's death-stained face, now rest a paw on the side of her face. "Please...wake...up..." she studdered. She didn't have enough courage for this; this was an impossible task. She looked the female up and down, her small body still resting in a puddle of blood. Now Alika wasn't sure she ever wanted pups, they had a taste for blood, especially Azalea's.

[Echoes]

Long leg's dashed back to the pet store. As she neared, the scent of death hung in a intoxicatingly thick fog in the air. Horror encompassed every feature of Alatea as she crawled frantically down the tunnel. The dim sight that she was presented with instilled immense fear and worry in her, the two feelings burned inside her like never before.

Azalea lay crumpled on the ground, crimpson rivulet's welling from her broken form. Not wanting to worry the poor femme, she flopped down by her unoccupied side, forcing every emotion away except a gentle calm and caring. "It's okay Azalea" she murmured affectionately, salty tears betrayed her condition as they leaked out of the corner of her heartbroken eyes.

"thing's will be all right, rest assured your pups will be in good paws. Rest now, and take care". The freely flowing droplets trickled down her cheekbones and rested at her jawline, Silently mourning as the anger she had felt not too long ago was displaced with desolate grief. Nuzzling her snout into her sleek pelt, Latea tried as best she could to help make her journey to the afterlife as easy as possible.

Pain wracked her body in a way she couldn't control, torrents of defeat flashing unmercifully in her sad, sad eyes. As Alatea curled into her frail body, she closed her lids as the heeler slipped into darkness. Shaking her head from side to side in disbelief, sobs resounded from her throat.

Her pride didn't matter at that moment, nor did the bitter fact that she had not gotten to know Azalea well, the sweet canine who was now quickly slipping away from this world. This harsh, unforgiving world. But she had to remember, this world gives just as much as it takes, witholding promises at one moment and bestowing fortune at another.

This was the nadir of this world, the lowest point of dogs' existance. Death. A thing you could never, ever, in any way, prepare for. Maybe as you got older, you learned to hold acceptance for the process that was imminent. But as she had always told herself, teh end of something is really just the beginning.

"Sweet dreams, Azalea" she spoke in a scratchy, strained voice almost inaudible and barely above a whisper. More teardrops streaked her visage, invisible misery impaling her racing heart over and over, sadness was the worst kind of pain.

[Beebop]

Mh...
Azalea briefly passed out, her head falling back loosely and resting on the floor behind her. She awoke again to see Alika and Alatea's blurry shadows standing over her, whispering something she could no longer understand. The heeler blinked slowly, her eyes out of focus and dark, unable to speak.
Bay and Ronnie slipped silently into the underground chamber, the shepherd hunched weakly where he entered. He was unable to get any closer; it was too hard for him to watch. Ronnie, however, had seen similar things before. Maybe not exactly like this, but he had helped deliver puppies. He stepped over to the three women quietly, seating himself by Azalea's belly. A look at her face told him she wasn't in full consciousness, so instead he looked to the others. "I know what I'm doing."
He placed his forepaws on her tummy, running them over the bulge until he felt one of the puppies inside. Pressing lightly sent it moving and soon, the first puppy had been born. Azalea might have cried out if she had been more aware, but all she managed was a hollow moan.
Ronnie immediately knew the puppy was not alright, as he had hoped. His coating was black instead of pink, and when the pointer cleared his airways, he didn't try to breathe. Ronnie slid him in front of Alicka, telling her to try and lick him and see if he would wake up, even though he knew it was probably a lost cause. The most important part was the other puppies now; anyone could see the mother was slipping ever closer to bleeding out.
Help made the labor faster, although it offered no help to Azalea. She had long moments of trance-like unconsciousness, punctuated by short bouts of alert pain, and he could tell she was in bad shape. Still, the next two puppies were females, and they both started to yip upon delivery.
There didn't seem to be any more, so the old dog turned his attention back to the mother, who was no longer awake. Her breathing was shallow and the puddle underneath her was still growing, and he knew there was nothing he could to. He looked sadly at the two girls seated beside him and shook his head, then stood to tell Bay what had happened.
"I did everything I could." he said in a low, monotone voice. "There's nothing more to do. She's in God's hands now."
Ronnie turned and left the room while Bay slid to Azalea's side on his stomach, tears still streaming from his eyes. He took no interest in his two daughters or his dead son, but simply sat there, stroking his mate's fur and whispering broken apologies into her ear.
Azalea slipped away there on the floor. Her legs stiffened as she exhaled her last, a peaceful expression crossing her face as though she had drifted into a deep sleep. For once in his life, Bay didn't scream or even try to make a noise, but buried his face in her fur, crying and silently damning the humans for what they had done.

((Ah, now I'm sad! ))

[Beebop]

((Oh, sorry. I double-posted that last one.))

[Echoes]

{{T-T poor Azzy!!!}}

[Teacup-old]

[Right, so Alika gets the pups? Or am I wrong?
Poor Azalea! We will dearly miss you!]