mononoke yōsei lupai
like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foamOOC; Will post Sonni later, wanna get the babies born asap! Pls assume Sonni is here just kinda eyeballing the chaos atm. Edited multiple times to fix various Problems -_- Site ate some of my paragraphs lmao.
Her sister arrives - followed by @
Elijah and @
Gawain. Dismay and shock are written clearly across Momo's features, and then pain - their drama will have to wait, because with a scream of pain, Momo starts to bring new life into the world.
No fighting, she gasps, her pupil dilating until there is only the thinnest sliver of petal left.
Her fangs come out in force, instincts screaming at her to protect her cubs.
You don't fight near my babies. This comes out as a guttural snarl much more in character for Sonnilion than for Mononoke, and at the moment, pixie features are contorted into a warning aimed at everyone present. With another cry, she pushes her second ever son into the world.
He is black, like @
Thana, and seems to possess her starry markings as well. The dorsal, though? That's all Elijah's doing. Terror suffuses her, and she licks frantically at the babe. He's so small, smaller than he ought to be, and it makes her afraid.
I didn't want you here for this, she says, her voice breaking.
If they - if... if they don't make it - I didn't want you to have to endure it.She knows better than to ask any of them to leave at this point, though - they're not going to. When the boy finally gives a loud, screeching cry, the relief is evident on her features. Quickly, she brings him to her belly and coaxes him to nurse, tears slipping down her face.
Please, she whispers, as the contractions start anew.
Please make it.It's a heartbroken plea, but then out comes a pink babe that has her blinking a startled eye for several seconds. Shaking herself out of the shock, she repeats the grooming process until he, too, gives an angry scream of protest at being removed from her womb. Tucking him alongside the first, noticing that his wings are much more expansive than hers -
fly, sweet baby, fly higher than I ever could - she lets out a relieved breath as he begins to nurse.
Terror is written across her face again, however, as another set of contractions begins. Her gaze finds Elijah, and there is wild desperation there - grief, already, though she knows not the outcome of this final child. Closing her eye, she pushes - and out comes a silvery babe, clearly born of her lineage but sharing characteristics of his father's, too. Quickly, she grooms, not satisfied until he gives a cry, and then places him alongside his strawberry brother.
For a long moment, all is well - until she scents blood. More blood than there ought to be, anyways. Looking at herself, she gives a low gasp. It's not terrible, but certainly she will need attended; though small, the trio of cubs had been difficult to birth, and her body reflects that. Sweating, anguished, she keeps looking back down at the babies - tense and still absolutely terrified.
So small, she whispers, both titillated and horrified by the precious babies at her belly.
Small like him, she whispers. Sonni starts to step closer, and Momo's head whips up, a vicious snarl escaping - and a paw swiping towards her older sibling. It's a clear warning, even as Momo's expression turns mortified seconds later.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just - space, please. I've never... I've never felt like this before. But then, she hadn't been raw and terrified of loss the only other time she'd given birth; her own fears make her more volatile in this moment than she would otherwise have been.
I can't - how do you control this - this - instinct? Deadly claws curl out from her paws repeatedly, her watchful gaze wandering over every present individual, assessing them all as threats even as she knows none of them would ever hurt her.
I don't understand why I'm so on edge. It's another apology, but her claws keep flexing - she doesn't even realize she's doing it, an unconscious threat display to keep everyone away from the cubs.