I know that Seline likes her space and that even with a pack at our backs, she would want her solitude. I worry for the unborn pups in her womb when she's not in eyesight and as her due date nears, I only worry more but I take it out on productive activities, like starting fights with strangers just to get a good spar in and then killing them for the pure sport of it. And to feed, of course. I've been good about feeding outside of the pack lands so I know my favor is still good with Jaidah. As promised, she has moved me up to slayer for watching over the pack lands. I'm a little disappointed that no one saw fit to challenge in her absence. That might have been just what I needed to take out my aggression. Instead it was quite boring, besides that interesting little healer who decided to come to our borders and ask for admission. At the last minute, Jaidah's daughter Gehenna had showed up, nosy as ever about the test I was going to put her through I would have liked nothing more than to use her as the test subject but as a pack mate and especially as the alpha's daughter, I held back my usual sinister tendencies. See? I can behave, when I really try.
I wait for her at the den we worked on as soon as we took up residence in Asteraia. We groomed it to perfection and when she took off, I took to stopping by every few days to keep it spruced up and tended for when she came to use it. I knew she would return to me. She always has. When her sweet intoxicating perfume reaches my nostrils, I breathe it in like a remedy to my every ailment, my white form hiding in the shadows where I'm most comfortable as I watch her arrive. I can tell instantly by the spasms that hold her body that it is time and my heart starts racing at the thought of bring more life into this world. More perfect killers. As she reaches the entrance, she makes a rumbling noise in her throat and my tail lashes against my flanks in answer as I stand and make my way out to her, answering her call as I always will. I sidle up beside her after rubbing along both sides of her, possessing her with my stronge cologne, calling her mine as she always will be. I answer her rumble with a deep noise down in my own throat, finally sitting so she can lean against me as the contractions start up again. I do feel bad for her in these moments just like the last time. Watching her endure such pain gives me great pride and also great sorrow to know that I cannot take the pain away from her.
The first child is a pale red female and I watch with interest as Seline cleans her and rejoices silently with a lick to her forehead. I nuzzle into the back of her neck, encouraging her with soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She pushes again and I brace myself, still watching the first pup until there is a second wet wriggling thing at Seline's feet. She cleans this one and I find another girl before us. I guess we couldn't always have boys but I have no preferences. Even females can be perfect killers. Just look at their mother. Seline seems overjoyed with the red crown marking on this one, licking her as well as she starts to relax and I nuzzle her again, letting her know that she can take a nap if she likes and I'll watch over them. But it is not to be. She starts pushing again and I look to her in curiosity, knowing well the stories she has told me of always having a pair of siblings in their bloodline. But now we have three, a boy and two girls. I couldn't care less about numbers but I catch the look she gives me and I lean in to lick her nose in reassurance. She names them and asks for my agreement, something she should know she'll always have, just as she'll always have my heart. I smile.
"Perfect." I whisper to her in a rumbling purr, my ice blues gazing at her in wonder and awe. This whole birthing thing still feels so new to me but to see someone you care about go through so much pain and still have enough energy to clean them and name them. Well, it amazes me. I nuzzle into her fur again, drinking her in before I assure her that she can rest while I watch over them, the white angel with a black soul.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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