Post by Celtic. on Oct 21, 2005 14:10:19 GMT -5
Running Away from Sorrow...
Psyco ran along the stretch of road in the woods, moonlight shining through the bare, naked trees that had lost their leaves just days before. Her peltry was unruffled by the cold wind that blew past her as she ran headlong into it, auditives pressed against her skull, mitts placed evenly in tune with sound they made. The bitter cold earth beneath her paws was as cold as the air outside - frozen, unforgiving. Flakes of snow were unseen by her jaden visionaries, as they were half closed.
Skidding to a stop, Psyco yelped with pain. Whines and whimpers escaped her blackened jowls as her tail went between her legs. She sat, whimpering, as her first contractions began. She'd never had whelps before, and she was scared; no one was there to help her remain calm. It seemed like no one was there. Pain flashed across her orange visionaries, her auditives pressed against her skull with fear. She continued to whine as the contractions became worse, laying on her side upon the frozen earth, trying to ease the pain.
The only thing she did know was that she had to work with the contractions. With the next contraction, she tried to push, and the pain worsened.
After a few minutes, which seemed like hours, the first whelp was laying by her tail. Psyco looked over her shoulder, at the whelp, and stood a bit. She licked the pup's face off, trying to clean it off before the next whelp came. Soon enough, beside the first, layed another smaller pup. Psyco licked it clean as well and sniffed, trying to see what their genders were. The first, the larger, was male, and the other, was female. The pups, though blind, began to whine and sniff, looking for food - her milk.
As the whelps fed on her milk, Psyco tried to relax and calm down. The pain was over, she knew that, and she had two beautiful whelps. But she was still scared, her auditives pinned to her skull as she licked the whelps clean. She looked the pups over.
The male was perfectly sized, with a brown coloured peltry that had a few black streaks toward his hind. He would be a big male, and a wonderful fighter, Psyco knew, as long as she taught him. He would be muscular, lithe, with the smoothest and most helpful instincts. Psyco gave the whelp a loving lick before surverying his sister. Names would come later.
The female was smaller than her brother, more feminine, but with a peltry more like her mother's, except she was more tan and brown, with a whitish face. She, too, would be a skillfull fighter, but she would be more loving. She would be lithe like her brother, but more thin, with a feminine frame and a sweet face. The female would also be more like her mother, with a dark angry side that would bring out the evil in her. This pup also recieved a loving lick.
Psyco shivered with cold, curling up a bit around her pups as she bedded down in a small patch of grass when the two were finished feeding. She began to doze, keeping her auditives alert.
Is Not Easy...
[/color][/size][/i]Smirk was spread across bloodied tan maw as the brujo snuck quietly along the trail. He scented birth, new pups, a female. He padded along silently, looking for the female. Unsurprised look crossed his face when he saw Psyco.
"Well, well, well." He said in a cruel, ill mannered tone. Psyco didn't wake. He walked over to her, exposing razor sharp talons, and slowly taking his left paw across the top of her skull. Tiny rivuletes of blood appeared, and he licked his claws clean. "See you later, sister dearest." The brujo disappeared.
Psyco jerked awake as soon as the bru had disappeared. A small drop of blood ran into her eye, and she sniffed the air. "Kalibur...." She said quietly, her visionaries widened. "But how...he's dead.."
Long after she had left her pack, she had heard that Kalibur had gotten into a fight with their father, an unbeatable match. Just days after the fight, she came across Kalibur's mangled tan body, and she didn't mourn. So how could he have been here? I don't believe in ghosts... she thought, unnereved. She curled her slim bodice tighter around her two pups, looking at them. To ease her troubled mind, she began to think of names to suit them.
"Farrah...Isabelle...Jazmyne...Voodoo..." Psyco tried some female names. "Your name's Voodoo, little girl...and for you...Faolan...Kegan...Akuji...Alijah..." Psyco picked Alijah. It was a fair name for him. "Voodoo and Alijah..." she said quietly as she curled up tighter, beginning to doze off again.