Post by Zee on Oct 1, 2006 1:41:45 GMT -5
Zee lay on her side, gasping for air, her eyes rolling, tongue lolling out. She gave a hard push. A young pup was dropped. It was pitch black, with tender little blue socks and a tipped tail. It's ears were compressed against it's skull and it's eyes firmly shut.
She cleaned it in time for the next one. It came out more smoothly that it's brother. Raising her head wearily, she cleaned it, orange eyes half shut, exhausted.
She lay her head down, letting the pups drink thier milk. She drifted into a black sleep.
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Rustling. Barking. Shouts. Zina rolled onto her stomech, eyes wide open, fur on end. Humans. They were hunting. The dogs bakred out, crying out a jumbled mix of word made up, and those of the wolven tongue. She recognized they were describing a scent trail...hers. Identifying her as pregnant. Instintly her body tingled, her body torn. Fight or flight? She had to run. Had to protect her children. A mist thicker than she'd ever seen rolled it, dulling her senses. But her pure terror made a clear path for her, although her enemy could not see. She grabbed both pups by the scruff. Thankfully they were small enough for her to carry two at once. she exited the den, rushing away.
A gun shot sounded. Pain rippled through her tail. She bit her lip so hard it bled as well, trying not to cry out in pain, single herself. She ran faster, leaving a blood trail. Faster, faster, faster. She got away, out of the territory. She slowed her pace, entering a badgers set and setting her poor pups down, curling besdie them and licking them tenderly. It was lucky they had a mystic mother and a powerful father. A runt pup might of died in her hyserical run by the exposure to the cold.
After an hour, she moved her pups again. She got only about twenty minutes of travel and then an hour of rest. Finally, after two whole days, she made it to the border, and made the final run with her two bundles of love.
She cleaned it in time for the next one. It came out more smoothly that it's brother. Raising her head wearily, she cleaned it, orange eyes half shut, exhausted.
She lay her head down, letting the pups drink thier milk. She drifted into a black sleep.
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Rustling. Barking. Shouts. Zina rolled onto her stomech, eyes wide open, fur on end. Humans. They were hunting. The dogs bakred out, crying out a jumbled mix of word made up, and those of the wolven tongue. She recognized they were describing a scent trail...hers. Identifying her as pregnant. Instintly her body tingled, her body torn. Fight or flight? She had to run. Had to protect her children. A mist thicker than she'd ever seen rolled it, dulling her senses. But her pure terror made a clear path for her, although her enemy could not see. She grabbed both pups by the scruff. Thankfully they were small enough for her to carry two at once. she exited the den, rushing away.
A gun shot sounded. Pain rippled through her tail. She bit her lip so hard it bled as well, trying not to cry out in pain, single herself. She ran faster, leaving a blood trail. Faster, faster, faster. She got away, out of the territory. She slowed her pace, entering a badgers set and setting her poor pups down, curling besdie them and licking them tenderly. It was lucky they had a mystic mother and a powerful father. A runt pup might of died in her hyserical run by the exposure to the cold.
After an hour, she moved her pups again. She got only about twenty minutes of travel and then an hour of rest. Finally, after two whole days, she made it to the border, and made the final run with her two bundles of love.