04-14-2022, 07:25 PM
Any day now, she so noted. The time was near and all her soul wanted to deny what was so, but nature itself called. What would everyone think to find her lay so with a new litter? By the High Elk — she didn't want more. She wasn't trying to replace her children for none of it should've been, and for the life of her, couldn't think of how. Some days were like vivid dreams and she had to deduct, one way or another — a day she thought was not, was indeed real. For she knew it was not Nightwalker she layed with again, for none' would mistake him nor' his scent, and she never once, had him invade her dreams.
Though Celnes was a bastard to many, she wasn't a horrible mother ; at least, so she thought. With neglect to some, she gave love to all within their own individual ways, some more then others. Despite how unholy they were at times, especially as the few were marked by the High Elk as so. Yet, the ones who were marked were not the ones who had betrayed her, who had left without a word. She wanted to believe it was easier to be betrayed then it is for them to be kidnapped ; for at first she hoped it wasn't true, but a kidnapping seemed.. More and more unlikely, as there was no signs of a struggle anywhere, nor' a scent to be found.
Days in and out did Celnes switch between the two, for the guilt that ate her couldn't let either be true. She just wished, they'd return.
Yet at the same time those growing in her belly were her own sin. Would they come out white, more white then the rest? Would they be born hideous? She knew not of the father and what colors they may have — for all Celnes knew they could all come out as white or black, and without a pale of brown to compare.
She could only pray outside the royal den, of that. Laying in the open sun as it enveloped her body in a luxury through all her sins and worries.. Prayers in muttering, faintly and slowly, as she hoped they would not be white.
Though Celnes was a bastard to many, she wasn't a horrible mother ; at least, so she thought. With neglect to some, she gave love to all within their own individual ways, some more then others. Despite how unholy they were at times, especially as the few were marked by the High Elk as so. Yet, the ones who were marked were not the ones who had betrayed her, who had left without a word. She wanted to believe it was easier to be betrayed then it is for them to be kidnapped ; for at first she hoped it wasn't true, but a kidnapping seemed.. More and more unlikely, as there was no signs of a struggle anywhere, nor' a scent to be found.
Days in and out did Celnes switch between the two, for the guilt that ate her couldn't let either be true. She just wished, they'd return.
Yet at the same time those growing in her belly were her own sin. Would they come out white, more white then the rest? Would they be born hideous? She knew not of the father and what colors they may have — for all Celnes knew they could all come out as white or black, and without a pale of brown to compare.
She could only pray outside the royal den, of that. Laying in the open sun as it enveloped her body in a luxury through all her sins and worries.. Prayers in muttering, faintly and slowly, as she hoped they would not be white.
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