Bringer of Calamity
Warmth seeped endlessly from that cocooning sac within which the babe floated in. The last minutes of her embryonic life were slipping away, with each new wave of oxytocin flowed freely through her mother’s veins, the same drug that was supposed to bond mother to child after she ceased to push out each new life. Within the womb several bodies finalized their developing organs, surfactant coated lungs would allow them to breath with proper stimulation and removal of the placenta post parturition. For now they floated within the cushioned balloon, bumping ever so often against each other when one kicked spasmodically or twitched randomly. How annoying the constant flitting and fidgeting must have been to their mother. How painful was it? Did she wince, whine, or was it just a minor nuisance in comparison to the whole pregnancy? There was no way to know now not in this unconscious status, pre-parturition. The little lambs body just barely beginning to function of its own accord.
The finishing details being put into place.
The shunts in her heart were closing, preventing whooshing murmurs or difficulty sending blood throughout the whole of her body. The small grape-like sacs in her lungs were coated adequately to allow the first breath of air into her body. And no longer under the influence of her mother’s bodily functions she was free to become consciously aware of her own self. Her brain would begin to process the stimulants in her environment, although as normal as this all sounded. She would differ slightly to that of her cadejo sister. She instead resembled her basilisk brother and sister, only differentiated by the breed of their scales. Her own being a palate of verdant emerald, cued with small indentations of black and white tiles dotting intermittently. The hide of a vine snake. Impeccably the same, had she been laid next to one of those slithering creatures.
Rough, taught, and pulsatile contraction reverberated through the fluid sac, pushing each to a proper birthing position before sliding each one out onto the cold, hard dirt. Strong pulling motions slid across her back, face and neck pulling away the excess fluid. The grossly exaggerated noises of her mother were lost to her only as grunting noises. She was unaware of how truly disgusted her mother was with the litter. Two of them were practically snakes, what other horrors hid in the womb waiting for her mother? Nudged towards a warmer area she instinctively crawled towards it, finding her other sibling before finally grabbing hold of a teat and receiving her first real meal. The warmth of the milk sliding effortlessly down her throat until her stomach told her no more and she slid peacefully into a slumber so deep that not even the rustling of her mother could disturb the sleeping child.
Kalameet||Borne of Another Love||Sister of Many||
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