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Post by Amanda on Feb 24, 2010 0:42:29 GMT -5
Larka couldn't wait for her family any longer. Slinking heavily into her den she scraped at the ground, making herself as comfortable as possible. Whimpering in pain as her pups strained to leave her body Larka calmed herself, keeping as quiet as she could lest she disturb something large like a bear in her vulnerable state. After many hours of suffering, with the twinkling stars the only witness to her plight, Larka curled protectively around three white bundles of fluff, more precious to her than her own life. Pride radiated from her as she cleaned them to mask their scents, her stomach despite her body's recent ordeal rumbled in protest at having been empty for over a week. She needed food desperately. without it, she would not be able to feed her precious young. What has taken them so long? Are they hurt?Placing herself at the mouth of her den to watch for predators and block the entrance, she sent a weary call into the heavens. Where has my family gone off to? I am weary and starving...Her howl was proud, yes, but that pride could not mask the distinct tinge of near desperation in her voice as the night wore on.
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Post by Saosin on Feb 24, 2010 10:03:33 GMT -5
[bgcolor=#7f799e]  Her world came into conscious beginnings after what seemed like a perpetual struggle of warm constriction around the very petite pallid white ball of fur who was delivered mere minutes after her first born brother. Her eyes remained shut to the world around her, blinded for the time being, as what would be cerulean blue starlets developed further, readying themselves for the light of day. There was no sound in her world for deafness was only customary. She knew only that change had come, and that this new sensation of air against her moist black nose was frightening, and caused her to recoil against the warmth of her mother for it was only in that, that she found solace. A small yawn brought the toniest muzzle creasing open for the first time, tiny pink tongue lapping against the roof of her mouth before she was burrowing at her mother, seeking nourishment that she did not even realize she needed. It was instinct of course, and she was its pawn. |
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Post by Saosin on Feb 24, 2010 10:13:11 GMT -5
[bgcolor=#394f5b]  From the very first breath, Atarax exhumed strength and assuredness. His decadence from the womb behind both a brother and a sister was not swift and took a great deal of laboring before he emerged into the brisk atmosphere lingering within the birthing den. Perhaps it was his rather large size that caused such a lengthy delivery, and yet the pup was healthy and confident as his head rose still unsteadily into the air. One weak yelp was given as if in triumphant glee at surviving the ordeal though he could hear not himself, nor the rest of the litter. Scent reigned supreme in these early days of life, and so with all the vigorousness one might muster he scented… sampling the world that had yet to be presented to him. He did not move immediately to nurse at his mother though exhaustion would soon consume his fervent bodice, demanding the suckling motions that overtook him. |
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Post by Amanda on Feb 24, 2010 19:56:53 GMT -5
Nova, automatically the protector even as a newborn bumping into Atarax, pushing him towards the scent of his whole little world.
Mother.
Only after he was as sure as he could be that Atarax was at least close and his sister was already nursing did Nova allow himself to partake of his mother's warm life-giving milk.
He squeaked with pleasure, but could not hear himself. He was only aware that he was making noise because he was consciously trying to let his mother know his pleasure.
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Post by Saosin on Feb 25, 2010 17:28:46 GMT -5
[bgcolor=#5a595a] A T K A [/color] 
Images raced through a mind of jumbled thoughts, the pathways leading all directions and converging at once, at the beautiful face of Larka. Each progressing stride brought back memories of years past, when he was but a pup looking up to his nurturing, caring parents without a hint of worry or fatigue at what life would bring him. He had not had time in the coming years of his life, from that point; to worry over things such as mates and pups for at the time he had been but a warrior in the armies of his father. His mind had been young and pliable and had been lent to not but war. It was not until coming to this beautiful island in an attempt to escape the future that was his father’s ways, that he realized how much more life had to offer him. Those who surrounded him now were good, strong wolves. Each with a personality and a past, but with a simple bond of strength and loyalty that bound them together. He was glad to be part of this place, and even happier to be a part of her… his beautiful Larka.
Blood dribbled down the sinews of his chin still oozing from the freshly pulled meat that had been gnawed fiercely from the carcass of the blind moose. They had done well as a team and had found little struggle in their efforts before bringing her down. He had wasted no time asserting dominance and worrying over his own hunger. He had simply thought of one thing… getting back to the den site they had chosen for their family. The call that had wrong over their heads had pulled viciously at his heartstrings, for Larka had sounded wary instead of triumphant. He worried of the pup’s health and her own as well and hoped it was merely their long trek to find food that had caused her discomfort. When at last he had reached the area of their den, his senses carrying him strait to it, he paused, seeing no movement outside the den, though he scented Larka within. He did not rush upon the opening but instead paced for a moment, meat still bound by his jaws, and whimpered softly for her. He would not enter until she told him it was alright to do so.
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
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Post by Amanda on Feb 25, 2010 23:11:12 GMT -5
Larka's heartfelt gratitude as she scented the approach of her mate was evident as she placed her crania tiredly at the mouth of the den. Her gentle face held all of the weary pride of a mother. Atka...you are alright...I was...worried. Would you like to see them? There are three-two strong males and a sweet little female. They are so very perfect...She sighed wearily and closed her beautiful golden orbs, absolutely exhausted. A faint whimper of pain escaped her as she shifted her battered body, allowing him enough space to enter while blocking the pup's progress outwards with her strong haunches. Perfect...so perfect...but so few...such a small litter...I am so happy my beloved Atka...
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Post by Saosin on Feb 25, 2010 23:29:45 GMT -5
[bgcolor=#5a595a] A T K A [/color]
Breaths seemed shallow as he paced, one paw in front of another, each one harboring a heartbeat, wary and worrisome. And then the beats stopped ringing within his ears, for the soft rustle of the earth stirred and moments later the proud alabaster visage of Larka appeared at the entrance to their den. Her eyes showed the heavy burden of her plight as well as her body which sagged with exhaustion. His eyes met with hers and bound there for a moment, speechless at finding her gaze at last and knowing that she was ok. He rushed to her then, dropping the bloody mass of meat at her paws and thrust his snout into the scruff of her nape warmly. “I am sorry to have worried you my love, it took longer to find prey than we expected”. Gently his tongue rolled over her muzzle, tale wavering with excitement at the coming moments for the delivery of his young, their young, had indeed arrived. “Please Larka, you should eat, you have done so much… so wonderfully… you need rest.”
Taking her queue of go ahead, he stepped lightly past her, squeezing into the compact space that was just airy enough for movement and found himself curled around the three small bundles of white. Their images mirrored their parents exactly for now, and only time would tell if they found particular looks about them. For now, for always, they would be perfect in their father’s eyes. His first litter, those who would eventually carry on his and Larka’s bloodline here, or elsewhere. Gently he licked at their faces, cleaning small tidbits of soil from their coat. He loved them the first moment he saw them, and forever would hold them in the highest regards. Softly he looked towards Larka, his happiness and pride showing true through eyes so bright they could have lit up the entire sky. “My love… they are perfect in every way.”
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
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Post by Amanda on Feb 26, 2010 0:05:02 GMT -5
The scent of fresh food enticed her to open her weary eyes, struggling with her own weight she collected her limbs beneath her and tore ravenously into the meat placed before her, singlemindedly building her strength to feed her precious brood. Licking the blood from her muzzle as she finished, she felt a hundred times stronger. Completing the circle Atka had started around their pups, Larka's plume thumped the ground a few times in proud recognition of his words. Atka...dearest Atka, what do we call them? A name has come to mind for the firstborn male, he seems to be a natural born protector. What do you think of Novascus? Nova for short? As for the others...She trailed off and held his gaze, a gentle smile gracing her muzzle, wondering at what names he would think of. After all, they would get confused if we named them all Perfect...A small tinkling of laughter filled the cozy den space, and she could not wait to see the innocent blue of their orbs open for the first time.
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Post by Saosin on Mar 4, 2010 12:10:23 GMT -5
[bgcolor=#5a595a] A T K A [/color]
That contented gleam laced with humor and love that lingered within the white female’s gaze wrapped itself around her mate’s swelling heart. Her happiness shown like a thousand rays of solar light and touched everything around her, warming the atmosphere, caressing the soul. Surrounded by everything he could ever require, ever long for… Atka was nearly speechless. The three round balls of fluffy white stirred aside him, perfect images of their parents though someday they would prove to be their own wolves, strong and beautiful, carrying on once they were gone.
Nova… He rolled it around inside his mind moments after she had spoken the name, and it became pleasing to his senses immediately. “Nova is a fine name… a name to be written in the stars my love… And as for the other two…” Quietly he mused, searching a thousand possibilities and touching upon a few choice favorites that he had realized just a few days prior in hopes of offering them up as suggestions. They seemed perfect now as he looked down as the large last born male and the petite little female. “For my other son... another name of strength, what do you think of Atarax? And for my only daughter, Arian, the name of my grandmother who raised me as a pup while my parents were away. A name of beauty and peace.” Gently he licked their small, fussing face and looked back to his mate for approval. “Soon we must share them with their pack, so that everyone may know this joy.”
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
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