OOC Anyone of the Summit is welcome to attend! @Eskel @Cassandra @Lavander @Radahn and grandbabies welcome ofc!

The brush in the air was cool and whispering, sweeping across the snowy landscape of the Summit as a deep whine was bustled through the air. In the throes of the night did she wake in pain, her stomach lurching as she had called for her loved one's to come near. Desiring their comfort as well as their eyes upon their newest children, specifically for @Morrigan of course (timelines, oof) for it was she that would need to be seen by them second. At the break of dawn were they born into this world, nearly all girls except for one boy. The boy being their youngest of the quad but, of course, no less loved and cherished by the two mothers and their partners.

Each one of them were given extensive kisses as they fed from her, a fond gentleness from Talisa as she wanted nothing more than to smother them in motherly hugs. They were still fragile, of course, and needed to eat so she knew not to overwhelm them. Yet all she wanted was to shower them in the love that they would never be without. They are our likeness. As Maua had done well to shower them in the gift of their union just as they had twice over before. Each of them reminescent of the pair but with their own flair, something that Talisa rather enjoyed seeing.

Most of all, she loved to look at them and take note of their markings. The nose drips and their chevrons specifically because it was all them and there was no denying who these children were born to. That alone would be both a boon and a bane, though she hoped that these children would be strong while also still honing their hearts just as they would a sword.

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Though she had not wished to be so, Morrigan had been banished from the den on patrol, @Talisa as usual knowing best that the Greyflood had been worrying herself sick and likely annoying her wife immensely. And so she was on the outskirts of the territory when her wife called her back. She was just about to move into a run when another sound, just barely carried over the autumn Summit winds, pulled at her attention. A pull in her gut was the only thing keeping her from her wife in need, but she still looked back as she turned toward the sound.

It too, had come from just over the borders in a rather treacherous part of Illyria. Through the flurry of windblown snow, Morrigan would discover a small bundle of furs, something obvious manipulated by more than nature. She thought she smelled the scent of another feline faintly, but it was long faded and Morrigan was not the ranger many of her loved ones were. Carefully the warrior would uncover what was wrapped inside... and gasped before quickly covering her discovery back and picking it gently up in her jaws, trying to tuck the bundle in her chest to protect it from the cold.

She was thus further delayed in reaching her wife by her slowed progress, but when she finally did reach that cozy and fur-lined den, she moved directly toward her to meet her newest children. Her look of awe was all she could manage before remembering the urgency she'd just been in. She now lay the fur bundle down at Talisa's front paws before unwrapping it for the undoubtedly exhausted Valour... revealing a dark bundle of fur within. "Our blessings overflow," she murmured as she looked to her wife for her acceptance of the newborn girl alongside her new sisters and brothers.

Those of which Morrigan could no longer stop herself from admiring now and she curled around them, "What shall we call them, mein leibe?"

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He had known that @Talisa would be nearing her due. Though Eskel knew little of pregnancy, he did vaguely understand the timelines and some of the changes brought on a female. There was no jealously or envy within him- he did not feel anything but a burning happiness. Talisa being happy... made him happy. Whatever it was that brought that happiness on. Eskel merely wished for the earthen colored female to have all the happiness and peace that she was owed.

When he hears her call, he perks up from where he had been resting- and takes the chance to stretch, before he moved to a nearby cache, picking up a bit of freshly killed prey before he would begin to make his way towards the female's den.

Announcing his arrival outside with a soft chuff, Eskel would move to push inwards a bit, the still warm prey in his jaws. He would only let it drop- his eyes on Talisa, and then @Morrigan, with a smile. "You are well?" The most important question to him really. "Congratulations." A warm smile, to both females.

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While she was most certain as she stared at her four beautiful children that nothing could make the moment any sweeter, it was the arrival of @Morrigan and a cub within her jowls that made the woman's heart overflow. Joy written on her overly exhausted face as her wife set the babe down to eat at her stomach and expressed how truly blessed they were in certain facets of their lives. No doubt, Talisa had always envisioned herself as a mother and she would so well into the late years of her life without faltering. Being a mother was one of the greatest joys that she could have ever experienced so she wished to relay that joy, excitement and love back to her kin.

@Eskel's arrival was met with a gentle chuff, over the moon to see both of them arrival while knowing that @Eyvindr was likely hovering nearby. Being watchful and listening to if she needed any medicinal assistance but thankfully, she felt perfect aside from a little on the tired side. I am so well, my dear. A silent thank you in her eyes as she gazed upon her handsome mate, thankful that Morrigan and him were so close and so concerned for her. A central area of love warming the den ten-fold.

As for names, well... I was up nearly the entire night and kind of already figured them all out? Of course, she hadn't accounted for having an extra child... but she did have a few names that she had had to set aside but it didn't make it any less special. The moment she had seen the four at her side she had known who they were but she was going to need a moment for the new little one. This one, she points with confidence towards the brown but fluffy little girl, this is Felipa. Mighty. Talisa could feel it in her bones that this girl was going to be so strong. The clay one, that's Rían. Sweet child, pure in heart. While she couldn't begin to know who they truly were, that was how she felt about them now.

This one, with your coat color.. I haven't quite decided on Merrin or Liselotte. I know she will show me which one is hers soon. She smiled, knowing that not everyone was going to understand the way that the world spoke to her sometimes but she knew this little one would tell her. If not, her dreams would. And our little boy, also a bit stubborn on telling me his name... Fearne or Daphnis. He hasn't decided yet. The coming days would surely give her some insight into who they were just as they would begin to know who she and the rest of those in their lives were.

As for our addition... I can't begin to express why I didn't use the name but now I know why I felt it wasn't right. The name was waiting for her, for Alette. A perfect name for a perfect moonchild; a beautiful gift given to them by Maua as the others. Perhaps her womb had already been far too full or Maua had decided that they deserved more than what they had initially given her. That was why Alette had appeared upon their doorstep and there was no doubt in her mind that this little girl was going to be loved just as hard, just as freely.

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She was late - but she had an excuse. The dark brown girl had been attempting to find a great gift to bring her mothers' a gift - and she had struggled to find the perfect thing. In the end, she had managed to find some flowers that reminded her of Maua and of her mothers. Clutched in her jaws along with another pelt slung over her shoulders to help bundle up the newborns, Cassandra quickly made her way to the den @Talisa was in. A gentle chuff escaped the elder girl, announcing her presence outside the den.

Pausing for a moment, she then slipped into the den. Her mothers were there of course, and so was a familiar face. She was a bit surprised to see @Eskel there, not realizing the bond her friend and former pridemate had with her mothers. A puzzled look flitted between the trio, before settling on the bundles at her mother's belly. "They're so precious... I presume Maua blessed you two with this litter like they did with Ori, Khal and I?" She asked, noting the traits that her now youngest siblings held that were the perfect mix of Morrigan and Talisa both.

She would set down the bundle of flowers by her mothers' paws, and then pulled the pelt off of her shoulders. "I brought some flowers, and an extra pelt to help keep the little ones warm." She hadn't arrived early enough to hear the names her mothers' had given the newest members of their ever-growing family.

actions. "speech."

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cut my own throat / close my own wound / wear my own nightdescended blood

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It felt strange, to feel so desired and needed yet simply one of the many all at once. Radahn had never doubted his family's love for him, despite all his savagery and internal warring. He was not fool enough to cast out those who nurtured him, protected him; even the Gods needed the help of mortals time to time, and from them found family, friends, allies. And despite his sour disposition, teenaged anger driven by this unrelenting voice deep inside that demanded more than this world had given him, there was a tenderness, a single slip in his hard exterior for them, though he would scarcely let it show.

Like his siblings that came before him, his littermates had begun to scatter. He'd seen less and less of his brothers, and even his passings with Lavender grew shorter in nature. The Summit had become inundated with refugees and their children staking large claims upon the mountain, and Radahn had been forced further southward, driven into the valley for his own machinations. The year since his birth would soon be upon him, and the scraggly cub had long grown slender, and lanky; his height outpaced his weight, and though spurts of his mane had begun to grow in sooner than most male cubs, it were sparse, and burst in single, half-curled strands atop his head. His whiskers had grown kinked and crooked, and the fur along his legs and neck began to thicken far more than the rest of him.

The Gods had kept him fettered to the mountain that day. At first, Radahn did not understand; but when he heard @Talisa call out for @Morrigan, the boy prince quickly spurned on his heel and began to approach the den. He'd seen his mama become growingly round, but had not quite recognized it until she saw a litter of five nursing at her belly. Among the onlookers were mummy, @Eskel, and @Cassandra. A small, benevolent affair; something he would not soon sour by his presence. Thus, he lingered at the mouth of the den, half-narrowed eyes observing the cubs that squirmed against her stomach, desperate for milk as he'd once been.

The Illyrian Queen should have known that the gods had already guided @Talisa's heart toward names for each of the blessed life within... and without, a small mercy among their blessing that as much as Talisa enjoyed the experience of motherhood, Maua had managed to give her a large litter without so much straining her body as last time. As much as Morrigan wished she could live forever on this plane o existence with Talisa, the both of them were reached beyond their prime, herself sooner of course. "Beautiful, mein leibe, all of them," she murmured to her ethereal wife as their children were introduced to other loved ones, @Cassandra and @Radhan both near. "Come and meet them," she would say to both her older children, beckoning them within as she took to admiring their newest brood in silence. exit morrigan via fade

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As a few of them conversed with one another, Talisa's eyes swept to @Cassandra and @Radahn. Attempting to meet their gazes if she could before focusing on her daughter's question. Yes, they did. The first litter that the two of them had asked for that was specifically for them and no one else. Not since their very first litter but no matter what, Talisa would always believe that no matter who held blood -- they were family. Talisa would always be Mama and would always be there for whoever needed an ear, a shoulder or a heart.

Unbeknownst to her, the woman was beginning to drift off at the gentle but dying down sounds of her tiny cub's suckling happily. Surrounded by love and affection, family and friends, her own body wound itself down into a gentle rest. Not fully asleep by means of staying awake enough to hear any cries for Mama but just asleep enough to feel replenished for the next shift. fade

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