With a pleasantly full and warm belly, the blood and snow Queen lounges languidly in the depth of her den, dozing in and out of a light sleep. Years of practice and finesse, honing each and every skill allowed her the confidence she exuberated. And on this day, such talents did not fail her, for she is calm and ready for when the contractions begin. They are subtle at first, but growing with intensity as each hour passes. Gratefully does she lean into the white frame she knows is just beside her- Eric is never too far away from her, even if the average mind thought him so. Seline does not need to turn to him or glance his way to know he is there. He simply is, and the warmth of him is a comfort she seeks not in a single other soul. Even that of the silver brindled male with his firey black mate- they had been a fun pair indeed, but all fun always came to an end, of course. Even if it was with a death threat.

But concerns are none her own, for she is here and now, with her beloved, and soon to be their children. Past litters have prepared her for these moments, for when she strains and pushes and welcomes the first born of these children into their world. Immediately does she turn to him, cleaning him vigorously to bring breath and sound to and from him. The first she gives him easily, for the little pale and yet stained one is quick to part his tiny jaws for that first breath. But he gives no sound. Only by the subtle movement of his features can Seline determine that all is well, slowly noting the nature of his colouring as well- but distractions are forthcoming as she strains yet again. Though the first had been rather large and strenuous, the second came rather easy, but perhaps it was just because the first had been so large. Again, the Satanican Queen was quick to clean the child and ellict response from him, but again, nothing came.

Curiously does she watch them; brightly intense venomous green eyes taking in their every movement, for while there are small subtle movements and signs of life here and there, there is no sound. Her children are not possibly mute- their genetics far too refined for such ailments, and her ego simply not allowing such a thought. Every single past child had wailed and cried upon their birthing, and it had been Seline's duty to calm and quiet them much as they needed. Her Father, Saladin, had told her a long time ago that when she and Valiant had been born- neither of them had uttered a sound. In seperate litters they might have been, barely a year apart, they had not failed to outshine each and every sibling beside the other. They had shared a bond that Seline could never even hope to duplicate, though perhaps what she had with Eric was her closest mark. But her own children had thus far not followed suit after their dam. Each one had been noisy and incessant, except these two. And while she watches him, she has the opportunity to learn them much as anyone could a newborn child.

She started with their faces, one stark white and the other a stark red. Both were pristinely clean, no blood left, but one child would forever remain blood stained, while his brother was more or less half of that. The younger one was the bloody boy, reminding her of Quirino and bringing an amused smile to her beautifully scarred features. She wonders if perhaps he will be anything like his half brother, so often silent and stoic and full of a deep burning passion he thought none could see within his black eyes. But a Mother always knew, and even as she leaned down to wash her tongue against his lovely red skull, she murmured her name for him that she saw most fitting. "Curiass." Strong he would be, a guard and protector for the one she turned her attention upon next. He is magnificent, with his white coat and crimson marking. Nudging him with a dark nose, Seline is most pleased to find his marking almost perfectly symmetrical, something often unheard of in any bloodline save for perhaps her dear Uncle Liquid. Half white, half red- where as her son followed close after, in his own way. Watching him intently for awhile, and only after making her decision does she bestow the same gesture upon him as she had done his brother just prior- a kiss to the skull and a gentle murmur of a name. "Kronos."

More than satisfied with herself, she then turns to her Eric, searching for the depth of his blue gaze as her muzzle sought to glide along side his own. Steadily and slowly does she breathe, simply enjoying him, before it was her teasing honey voice found the minimal space between them to caress him. "What do you think, my love. Will they not be.. magnificent?" Even as she says the last word, there is a smile upon her lips and in her voice, for no matter the circumstance- Eric always seemed out to bring the youngest and the best out of her.