<font color=ccccaa size=1 face=arial><b>say something i'm giving up on you</b></font> birth

Flashbacks entered my mind every time I closed my eyes, and it was breaking me down, slowly, every single time I closed my eyes I saw him. It didn�t help that I had started to gain weight steadily after that, and shortly it dawned on me that I was expecting, his children, and the thought shook me to my core. I had no-where to stay, not like anyone would want a little mute thing like me who was carrying the bastard spawn of a beast. I found myself shuddering as I thought about it all over again. I stayed as far away from the grotto these days as I could, I don�t think I would ever be able to bear seeing that place again in my life.

Time had gone by slowly, doing nothing but nourishing myself so that I wouldn�t grow thin and frail, my stomach was growing larger each day, getting to the point where I felt the movements within. While I hated the beast who had put them within me, the sensation of their wriggling bodies, their kicks, it was amazing. I had never imagined how amazing, how, beautiful the whole process was. I watched other females that wandered moladion, growing thick with their own whelps, and the sight was beautiful. I wasn�t as pretty, no, I was a round chubby thing, oddly colored and just out of place in general. I wasn�t sure how much longer I was going to be pregnant, but I feared that I feared that in the mean time I would run into him again, thus why I had taken it upon myself to pretty much stay within the woodlands, my weary nature taking control.

The disease that had started to run through the lands had seemingly bypassed me and my unborn children, so far. I wondered if I was immune to it, but I was unsure as to why exactly.

The final weeks had dragged on, and I found myself sleeping more as the final days came closer. I was unbelievably uncomfortable, I knew it would be any day. My appetite was gone, I slept nearly all day long and there was no want, or need for me to leave my little make shift den that I had made. I awoke when a sharp pain stabbed at my side, it gripped and seemed to keep a hold for a few moments longer than any other pain I had ever had. It was then that I realized I was in labor. The pains came at a good, consistent rate, every few minutes, lasting a minute, maybe longer, and the strength of them were gaining slowly, getting worse and worse as the time went by. It finally was to the point where laying down was not easing the pain, not in the slightest I forced myself to get up, to stretch and to try and get things moving. It didn�t take long before the contractions got worse, a lot worse, and I found myself laying down again.

It seemed to drag on, the process of labor, cleaning each pup, until the final bouts of pain ebbed away, I found myself breathing easier, finally, at ease once again. There were two of them, a boy, and a girl. The first born was the boy, he was black and red, and just, down right handsome. Her little girl was gracious enough to carry the same blue-grey base that I had gotten from my own mother. There was some black in her coloring, at the nape of her neck, her stomach, chest, underside of her neck and her face. She had the same brindling that her father did though, silver-white. It was not something I enjoyed seeing, the fact that the two of them looked a lot like their father was not a pleasing sight. But they were my little ones. Period.

gabriel x rainbow | mute | seven | 38in/145lbs | gold&periwinkle eyes | mottled | homeless

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