A smile is given to grace the creature's face as she watches her shadow attempt to reach what she alone won by fang. He scrapes and claws at the opening, as if it is earth and he can truly make her opening any wider, but as she knew, he could not gain entrance to her den. She had to squeeze to fit, and this according to her instincts is sufficient proof that he cannot steal what was not his to take. At this point, Jaidah moves in graceful swaying strides, only stopping once he meets her halfway. Apparently, he too understands that the attempt is futile and he will not have what he wants unless she desires to relinquish part of it. A canine purr of satisfaction comes when his nose trails her spine, chills breaking out over her skin and making the pristine velvet of her fur to rise, hackles bristling a bit as his teeth are felt once more upon her flesh. Dreams of his touch have haunted her since they left each other after losing the black female, keeping her warm in her palace of bones, a smile upon her face as she looks to his darker green eyes.
Moving into her hiding hole with relative ease, Jaidah turns and reaches out for the fur she left outside, just before she begins the work of dragging his body out. By the leg, she pulls her victim, pain beginning in her abdomen, making her worry about having pulled a muscle. She takes the small boy outside, eaten what she wished from him already, Reaver may have what is left. "Yours now, I am done." She smiles, disappearing back into her hole in the wall, a severe cramp shooting through her side as if she had been struck down by lightning. Breathless, she smooths out the deep ebony of the boy's pelt, clawing at it in places to get the thing flush with the floor of the cave. She wished to be warm, and she would be. The layer of fat she leaves on the bottom should adhere to the floor of the cave, making this lining a more permanent - albeit, smelly - dwelling for her to be in. She wished for comfort and she would make it. Once her final task is done, she sits, panting in the middle of the den on her blanket.
Watching him through the mouth of the room, Jaidah tries to calm herself and not attack him for being so close while she hurts so badly. The pups shift and kick viciously at her sides, the walls around them tight and drawn up in a contraction that brought Jaidah to her chest. She lay down, rolling on her side and panting heavily from the pain. The first sound of weakness she utters in the safety of her own den, with her monstrous shadow behind the door to death, she whines. A low, squealing pitch of a whine that signals when a wolf is pained and cannot take much more of it. She hates this pain, it infects her muscles, her skeleton, her mind and it turns her into something little less than herself.
Minutes that feel like hours slip by, and even if Reaver should look at her with hunger in his gaze, she understands he cannot reach her now. She is safe to be vulnerable before him, her bright jade gaze searching for the forest of his own, needing to know he would guard what was his as she lay birthing his line. The shaking begins, her muscles trembling in the fury of motherhood, hormones firing off that she should chase the male off, though instinct wanted him close for comfort. She feels the liquid break between her thighs after what feels like days of pain, and gets up, shifting around in the room to get more comfortable.
How long she has been there up to this point is unknown to her, she only knows that in the early morning the bats return, she has not heard them yet. She hasn't been listening either, but now instinct demands she be still and get to work. It is time to bring the first pup into this world, her first baby, how wonderful that he should be here, that he should come just in time to witness his creation being forged. More fluid spews, this time with the taint of blood, a sign that it was time to push for her body, it took over in that moment. With her nose close to the entrance, seeking Reaver, she growls, her lips parting to reveal bloodstained fangs. How unexpected that she should be put out like this. She pushes, with all of her strength, back arching and sides tightening as she forces her first born out of her. What would the beast think of her now? With much effort and no small amount of will, the first pup comes covered in slime and case. Even with the white film of birth upon her small frame, Jaidah sees the white, the russet brown, and the black of the girl. Something within Jaidah's mind clicks, and she takes her nose and shoves the girl around a bit, as if she tries to bury her. She nips at the small creature that came from her, trauma and shock making her lose herself for a few moments. The sack around the pup ruptures, but this only makes things worse for the little girl. Scraping her nose against the black of the fur carpet, Jaidah shoves and pushes the gooey mass of gore around the cave floor, trying to cover it up.
This continues until she feels another pain wrack her frame, and she lays back down with the first wet pup between her paws. For a moment, all hangs in the balance as Jaidah stares with shock and horror at what lays between her paws. Panic fills her frame as she realizes what she had done in winter, what she was committing herself to, what she would have to do to keep them alive. A life long venture, something she had never thought to do before meeting Reaver.
Reaver.
It was all his fault. How dare he infect her mind like this! How dare he infiltrate her secrets and burn her desires, how dare he give her this responsibility! She fumed even as she relaxed herself enough to clean the pup, making a strong stroke along the young one's back, clearing the lungs and making the little girl scream as loud as she could. Having been rolled around not truly helping the newborn's chance for survival, but the shrill shrieking of the tiny banshee had Jaidah flood with relief that she had not killed her future with her panic. Again the pain came rolling back, her vocals constricting in a frustrated and pained snarl, and within an hour, there is another sack filled with the rewards of nature.
This one is lively, born in a pool of blood and made to rip and tear apparently. A fierce burning takes hold in her hind end, but Jaidah ignores this as she cleans the second, taking with little hesitation or rebellion this time. She severs the cord, takes the iron rich after birth in her mouth and fills her already full belly. Reaver is all but forgotten as Jaidah fawns over the two newest things in her life, things she is already fiercely protective of. How unexpected that she would be working all night to bring them to the world, that she would have the time and planning to test his will to get in. She worries not over the corpse he feasts on, nor about the tearing she received in delivering the second child. "Widow, my first born. Gehenna, second born. Perfect blends of strength and intelligence, you will be feared all through the land, both leaders one day." She smiles then, watching as the pair of them fuss over who will get the better teat, her eyes full of pride and maternal strength, though she does feel tired.
Her eyes search then for the one who helped her create such perfection, a smile given to him and a wave of her now bloodied tail. Now, who gets the upper hand? Hm?
dragoness ;; five years ;; 35 inches ;; 150 pounds ;; no one's pride & prejudice ;; bearer of widow & gehenna