Nightmares. That was her life now. Every night and every day when she closed her eyes, she saw him, the father of her children. He had beaten and stripped her of her innocence; both physical and verbal abuse had been used. All she could do, though, was scream and squirm to no avail. He was much larger than her, and crushed her under his weight. It was a surprise to Paris that she had not died, and she spent her days wishing she would have. These nightmares now haunt her all the time, tearing her down peice by peice. When it's not the nightmares, its the pain, a throbbing in her rear and bones as well as her stomach. It nagged at her and nagged at her, fading only when the dreams returned.
The sun peaked in the sky, it was noon, birds chirping and rodents crawling. Spring had arrived, and it would be but just a few weeks before she were to birth the youth implanted within her by the wolf of her visions. They would be loved, even though they would be a constant reminder of what had happened, and cause her daily pain - in her heart of course. Paris would adore the pups she carried for months on end, no matter how hard it would be, raising them alone with nobody to help.
The female's small petite paws fell evenly one after another, her strides were smaller than usual as she took precaution not to cause harm to herself or the puppies. Her body was thin, bones visible and fur thinning-the pups were really wearing her down, and she was getting weaker. Her eyes were dull and puffy from lack of food and sleep, two things she desperately needed. Although she was skinnier than usual, her head was still held high in a proud and royal way.
When she met the lake's edge, she lowered her skull only once for just a moment to sip, before lifting it once more as she sat down. Paris yawned widely, looking down at her bulging stomach with a gentle and motherly smile. The pups were kicking and squirming, and Paris truly couldn't get enough of the feeling. It was amazing to think that she was carrying five living beings inside of her, and that they would soon arrive and live full lives. Taking one last glance around, she lay with her lower body crooked sideways to get comfortable.
"I Speak"
PARIS
With Elegance and Grace a Lovely Bird is She
Female || Mother to 5 unborn || Adult Photo and Table by Pompeii
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