09-24-2021, 03:53 PM
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This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- Discussions of infant death and miscarriage
this thread takes place on sept 26, I just won't be online to post it then!
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Fear. It gripped Annika tightly, pale gnarled fingers that constricted her heart and throat at the same time. The soundtrack to her terror were anxious, pained breaths that she did her best to hide from the others. Annika had holed herself up the evening before, shunning anyone who had drifted too close to the entrance. She didn't want them to see the bloody aftermath, the lifeless bodies, the tears as she cried over another litter of children that had never been allowed to live. It had been a never-ending nightmare since then, her fear attacking her mind as much as the contractions attacked her body.
She wasn't ready for this. She couldn't do this, not again. What kind of idiot was she?
In the end, it didn't matter. What was done was done and she was paying the price with her heart and soul -- again. How many times could she do this before she shattered completely? Why did her body insist on playing these horrible tricks?
Annika couldn't hold her head above the water. She was drowning in a sea of panic, but the only thing she could do was let it be. Powerless to stop herself from birthing stillborn pups, she closed her eyes and allowed what would be to be.
Only this time, there wasn't silence. There was whimpering, whining. Soft, pitiful mewling from a child bitter from being brought into the world. The poor thing flailed helplessly while her mother looked on in shock, waiting for the darkly colored body to fall still. She waited to see the death shudder, to see the last breath before the world took from her another child.
It didn't happen.
Annika felt a new sort of panic sink in as she scrambled to free the child and groom her dry, rasping her tongue across the tiny body she feared would fail at any moment. None of her children had ever survived this long, not a single one. She awkwardly placed the pup to nurse, confusion evident on her face. What the fuck?
Another girl, this one much lighter, followed shortly after. She, too, refused to die and was placed alongside her sister to nurse. Annika's breath hitched in her throat as she watched, her body exhausted but far too shocked to rest. They were alive. Annika had given birth to two children.. and they were alive. She couldn't say for how long, but fuck, what had changed?
The newly minted mother lowered her head to gently poke and their bodies, perplexed beyond belief. It was around that time she assumed letting everyone else know was a smart move, and the wolf released a soft awoo for someone's attention. Rosencrantz, of course, would want to meet his daughters.
She hoped.
She wasn't ready for this. She couldn't do this, not again. What kind of idiot was she?
In the end, it didn't matter. What was done was done and she was paying the price with her heart and soul -- again. How many times could she do this before she shattered completely? Why did her body insist on playing these horrible tricks?
Annika couldn't hold her head above the water. She was drowning in a sea of panic, but the only thing she could do was let it be. Powerless to stop herself from birthing stillborn pups, she closed her eyes and allowed what would be to be.
Only this time, there wasn't silence. There was whimpering, whining. Soft, pitiful mewling from a child bitter from being brought into the world. The poor thing flailed helplessly while her mother looked on in shock, waiting for the darkly colored body to fall still. She waited to see the death shudder, to see the last breath before the world took from her another child.
It didn't happen.
Annika felt a new sort of panic sink in as she scrambled to free the child and groom her dry, rasping her tongue across the tiny body she feared would fail at any moment. None of her children had ever survived this long, not a single one. She awkwardly placed the pup to nurse, confusion evident on her face. What the fuck?
Another girl, this one much lighter, followed shortly after. She, too, refused to die and was placed alongside her sister to nurse. Annika's breath hitched in her throat as she watched, her body exhausted but far too shocked to rest. They were alive. Annika had given birth to two children.. and they were alive. She couldn't say for how long, but fuck, what had changed?
The newly minted mother lowered her head to gently poke and their bodies, perplexed beyond belief. It was around that time she assumed letting everyone else know was a smart move, and the wolf released a soft awoo for someone's attention. Rosencrantz, of course, would want to meet his daughters.
She hoped.
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