It did not seem so long ago the winter bouts that she had with Kweku let to the discovery she would bring life into the world and consequently death. There is an edge to her today, even the world around her reflects such. The sky is dark and eerie, thunder and lightning her grace. The gust picked up in the most furious way Sekhmet could watch the grass being whipped violently and hear the sea churning against the rocks. Pacing the entrance of her den there was a dark tone to her eyes and her teeth bared in fury. As the pain grew so did her agitation, and with increased pacing so came growling. Even a snarl or two escaped her maw knowing the time was fast approaching.
Pressing deep within the den as the ran had begun its downpour Sekhmet made herself as comfortable as her large frame would permit her to be. Contractions came in waves and only working up a restless nature within her. It wasn’t exceptionally long until she began to push and the large writhing whelp lay at her hindquarters. Sekhmet wasted no time tearing the little beast free and licking the squalling pups body clean. She placed the girl next to her abdomen, the contractions alerting her that her job in pleasing the deep was not over. A second daughter came with a little more ease than the first one had and she simply repeated the process, while she would admit she was growing tired perhaps she was and bleeding didn’t exactly help matters.
She wanted to slip into the deep and meditate but the contractions refused to let up. Sekhmet grew curious to know what it was to birth the massive pups that she did, was it much like this? Something felt wrong, the taring of flesh drew a snarl that was covered by the crack of thunder. Her teeth bared in agitation she persisted, though drawn out her third pup lay at her hindquarters. Though a little rougher she thoroughly cleaned the first male of the litter. Before placing it somewhere between his sisters. There was discontent with the pain that followed the action. Was there really more? Sekhmet thought watched the shadow of death linger in her peripherals she knew it was content with suffering but death and she still had a pact to keep.
While Sekhmet was growing weary but the fury within her deepest nature kept her from giving into rest. A prolonged birth once more the pup tearing her somewhat further earned another snarl of discontent but soon she was rewarded with another pup to take roughly and clean him the second male of her litter. Soon he too was placed by her abdomen to nurse with the others. Once her body did not insist another was awaiting her push again, she finally felt content. Sekhmet wished to rest but instead meticulously clean her den and pups once again. She nudged them all harshly and prodded them with her muzzle, picking them up occasionally looking for any defects that would need to be removed from the world. They all seemed healthy and for that, she could feel a hum from the deep within her.
Although Sekhmet would lay her head down and rest with the storm soon she looked over the pups pelts pleased for the most part the dorsal mark seemed prevalent in her line. Maybe that is a big way to mark her blood, combine with the blood making…yes, she felt content. She wouldn’t teach them her secret language. Perhaps one but the act of teaching was far distant from now. With the rough tugs and punctured from their milk teeth the lady of slaughter laid splayed out with her tail wrapping it around the pups. If Kweku was bold enough to brave the storm she would permit him to see the offspring they shared, especially if he brought something to re-energize her. Laying her head on her for legs she drifted off to meditate in the deep, the pain turning to a dull ache as she slipped further into her meeting with the darkness.