05-06-2022, 01:35 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHILDREN
good luck LOL
@Death@Conquest@Famine@Pestilence
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@Death@Conquest@Famine@Pestilence
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Since that repulsive day with Vengeance, everything soared from bad to worse. First, she had to endure the inexorable weeks of sickness and nausea, she felt like death was clawing its way into the abyss of her soul. The only relief found, was when her stomach began to inflate with the apocalyptic children to be. Growing heavier with every passing minute, hour, and day. In turn, the deranged woman concealed herself even more so, away from the prying eyes of any Nightwalker - they did not favour weakness here.
In the latter stages of her pregnancy, she spent her time hidden away. Meagre meals were hunted, and this reflected the wealth of her appearance. Her young already devouring every ounce that she provided for them, and when that wasn’t enough, they indulged in any of her adipose tissues.
In the latter stages of her pregnancy, she spent her time hidden away. Meagre meals were hunted, and this reflected the wealth of her appearance. Her young already devouring every ounce that she provided for them, and when that wasn’t enough, they indulged in any of her adipose tissues.
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The day had arrived. Her pregnancy clock had struck midnight and all instincts compelled her to retreat into the moss of a den she had built herself. Constantly digging, shifting, creating a circle to be the bassinet for her litter, all signs of the impending birth to come.
When her contractions came, she kept as mute as can be, detracting unwanted attention to any stray roamer outside.
She was utterly on her lonesome.
Hours went by, until a wave of urgency to push meant her first was brought into life on this hell earth. A daughter (Death). A shadow of herself. She addressed them quickly, the feeling of maternity now struck her hard, and within that moment she knew she would place herself between they (the rest of her litter) and danger at any stage whilst she still breathed.
Only minutes passed before the next was to arrive, and she was blessed with a second daughter (Conquest). A fire child. Making now quick work of bursting the little sac they were gifted to her in, and devouring the meal before crushing and chewing on the umbilical cord and licking the whelp clean of the fluid it was drenched in.
Had she experienced birth prior to this day, she would count herself lucky with how it went by so smoothly and quickly, for minutes passed and the third was born. Her first son (Famine), was a hefty boy, already bulging and dictating his future by size in comparison to the two daughters.
Her last child born was the least struggle. A second son. He was smaller, appearing quite fragile, and pale in fur, - this did not help his anaemic disposition she would note later on.
All mewling and breathing, she cradled them close, ensuring that each took to a nipple before she passed the fuck out.
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