|
Post by Mischief on Aug 31, 2006 16:34:41 GMT -5
+ Braeden +
Braeden contemplated Amaris's question silently for a few moments before shaking his head.
No.
he said softly.
Gypsy doesn't know you really all that well.
he explained softly. He could.n't find the words to explain his thoughts; Gypsy didn't know amaris all that well.
She's not close to you. It might be... he wracked his brains for the word. Intruding? Something along the lines of that?
[/center] [/color]
|
|
|
Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 4:51:34 GMT -5
o{ Gypsy }o
At the sudden intrusion of Tyran into the cave- no, not the cave- the den, Gypsy whirled around to face him, lips rising to display glittering teeth once again. A low, warning snarl erupted from her muzzle- clearly forbidding him to stay with her, whilst her body lunged forwards, claws slashing across his muzzle for the second time that day.
"No! Leave me!"
Her voice a low, menacing growl of abject fury, borderline psychoticness, she shifted back and away from him, once more setting about preparing for what was to come- scratching at the earth, attempting to shed more of her hair, soft, pained moans echoing around the den from time to time.
|
|
|
Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Sept 1, 2006 6:17:59 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
He jumped back in surprise, another gash traced along his muzzle by her claw, his emeralds growing wide and hurt. He reeled back slowly, out of the den and sat by the entrance keenly, just out of sight of her, but his glowing jade's bland and lifeless, a thin glaze of worry set upon them.
.::Amaris::.
She nodded, realising he was right and stared up at him with her shining teal eyes. She was glad she had him, friend or mte, she was pleased.
"W-we should at least stay here for her though...just incase anything goes dangerously wrong..."
A rush of consequences rushed through her mind like a river, and she shuddered at the image she saw...
"Pale Gypsy, lying on her side. Unseeing eyes staring blankly into space and her maw slightly open as though in shock. Limbs limp and useless, all power and life drained from her body. Tiny mews echoed around the den, several tiny, damp bodies wriggling next to her helplessly, crying out for their mother to help them get the liquid they desperatly needed..."
She shuddered violently, shaking her head rapidly and ridding the thoughts as she stared up to Braedan:
"Yes, we're staying here."
[/center][/sup]
|
|
|
Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 6:52:45 GMT -5
o{ Gypsy }o
Scratching at the earth for a few more moments, Gypsy slowly settled down onto the cool, crumbling earth, resting her head on the ground, liquid eyes gazing, as calmly as was possible, towards the cave entrance- watching, to make sure that Tyran didn't try to re-enter.
A soft moan pierced the chilling air in the den, and Gypsy shifted slightly, getting herself more comfortable, tail curling slightly behind her stretched-out figure.
Body shivering as a cold wind swept into the den, Gypsy lowered her liquid gaze to her paws, slowly, before releasing a high-pitched whimper of pain- premature births were always hard on wolves, especially when 'twas the wolf's first litter.
And Gypsy's litter was definitely coming close to the moment when they would breath.
|
|
|
Post by Mischief on Sept 1, 2006 9:04:36 GMT -5
+ Braeden +
Braeden nodded, seeing amaris shudder, and he pressed himself close to her, twitching his ears.
Of course we'll stay.
he muttered softly.
( Can't think of something to say...darn... )
[/center] [/color]
|
|
|
Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Sept 1, 2006 9:38:11 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
He twitched, shuffling back a few inches incase she could spot him, and laid his head on his paws solemnly, emitting a small whine and a jerk of his tail in his impatience. There was nothing more he could do but wait.
Then find out if Gypsy wanted him anymore...
.::Amaris::.
She nodded, breathing in his scent on his fur. She was doing that alot lately, seemed it had became her comfort when she was feeling uneasy.
[Writers block'ed. Nothing much to say.]
[/center][/sup]
|
|
|
Post by Mischief on Sept 1, 2006 12:18:06 GMT -5
( Same here....Braeden seems to have run out of things to say.....-thinks deeply-
I'M GOING TO BORDERS TODAY! Hopefully.
Don't know where that came from. It was random, lol. )
[/center] [/color]
|
|
|
Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 14:45:05 GMT -5
o{ Gypsy }o Body writhing, Gypsy released a whimper that was borderlining on a scream of pain, forclaws scratching wildly at the earth as the first of the litter was pushed out of her. Acting purely on instinict, she craned her neck around to gently lick and nudge the sac off of the pup, then stopped suddenly as she realised what was happening wrong.
The pup wasn't breathing.
A choked sob escaping her throat, tears streaming down her face, she pushed the lifeless body away from her, head flopping onto her paws, dejected figure not moving much as she knew that, alive or not, the rest of the pups had to come out. ( OoC- Sorry guys, for the writers block-ed-ness. ^^; )
|
|
|
Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Sept 2, 2006 9:09:54 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
His ears stood sharper than ever ontop of his smooth head, the choked sob shaking his insides and a river of worry gushed through his nerves. He whimpered and whined softly, desperate to investigate what the whine was for, but not wanting to disturb her even more.
.::Amaris::.
Her maw fell slightly open as she heard the faint sob, whether that be of pain or something much worse. She felt the need to investigate, but sat strong, quivering in her worry for the female.
Even though she hardly knew her.
[Bah! Writers block! Shall I bring Tyran or Amaris into the den?]
[/center][/sup]
|
|
|
Post by Mischief on Sept 2, 2006 15:50:14 GMT -5
( Hmm.....Gypsy might shoo tyran out, but then again she might not in her distress, Gypsy might not want the copmany of not-so-close-to-Gypsy Amaris, but then again, another female might be helpful.
Oh, the decisions of it all! )
[/center] [/color]
|
|
|
Post by Magick on Sept 2, 2006 15:53:59 GMT -5
( OoC- You can send either, or both, in. And Braedon to, if need be, Missy-chief. Gyp probably won't even notice them. Unless she looks up. x3 -Shrugs- )
|
|
|
Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Sept 2, 2006 15:57:57 GMT -5
(Hmm...Might aswell give Amaris a go. Whose turn to post?)
[/center][/sup]
|
|
|
Post by Magick on Sept 2, 2006 15:59:32 GMT -5
( OoC- Missy-chief's turn! :3 )
|
|
|
Post by Mischief on Sept 2, 2006 16:05:26 GMT -5
) Awww, why does it have to be my turn to post? Evil people (
+ Braeden +
Braeden tried to ignore the faint sob that had come from within the hollow, but it kept coming back to haunt him. He turned to Amaris.
Maybe you better go inside....just to see if everything's allright.
he said softly to her.
Forget what I said before. Gypsy might need you. You are the only other female here.
he said, nudging Amaris.
[/center] [/color]
|
|
|
Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Sept 2, 2006 16:32:37 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
She looked up at him, eyes softening, ears flopping for no apparent reason, she sighed shakily, and rose to her feet. She had helped a femme like this before, her best friend, Xantha. She was so young, but would never tell her who the father was of her four pups. Amaris suspected Koen. A cheat and love-sick as well as knieving and sinister, just like him to do something like that. Unfortunatly Xanthea and her four, premature pups died a few days later, and the father never stepped forward. Defineatly Koen.
She sighed once more, staring down at her front paws for a second before beginning to pad towards the entrance of the den, before she was cut off by a dazzilingly white streak, mean green eyes glinting at her cruelly.
.::Tyran::.
"Where do you think YOU'RE going?"
Tyran demanded harshly, wrinkling his nose at the femme as though she had a terribly bad odour. It was none of her business what happened with Gypsy, she met her about a mere hour ago...it was none of her business!
.::Amaris::.
Amaris gave him a quick up and down glare, her facial features creased as though Tyran were something very disgusting indeed...
"Well she dosen't want to see you, and your her mate! Just get outta the way..."
She tried to simply walk past him, but he leapt infront of her again, lips curled into a snarl.
"You're not getting into that den now pretty girl..."
"Watch me."
Amaris snapped forward quickly, Tyran's head jolting back just in time before the jaws would have snapped shut on his muzzle, and as quick as lightning her sleek, lithe body was darting round his body, whispering:
"Creep."
As she disappeared into the darkness of the den.
She approached the back of the den, still staring back, smug smirk painted across her maw immediatly vanished as she saw the state of the femme, choking sobs coming from deep in her throat. But what alarmed her most was the tiny, lifeless body lying a way from her, his eyes unopened, lungs still like the rest of him.
The first, dead.
She dropped to the ground opposite Gypsy, licking her maw a couple of times in encouragement and whispering what she hoped would be helpful words:
"Come on Gypsy. The rest have got to come out now, you can do it please. I'll help you, I'm here for support. Come on Gypsy...the rest have got to come..."
[/center][/sup]
|
|