Sekhmet stirred in the light of dusk, having spent most of her day marking her territory and preparing the arrival of her next litter. Admittedly her den was rather empty at the moment and perhaps it was for the best as the behemoth began shifting and moving in an agitated manner in some attempt to find comfort. The echos of pain rippled through her abdomen; nothing quite intense yet, however, it was enough to force her into finding a more comfortable position. The time seemed to drag on at a snail's pace until the pain of contractions grew enough for the fem to take action.
The rhythmic patter of rain on the earth was her companion as she began the arduous process of giving birth. Despite having brought life to the world once the experience did not feel easier as the firstborn for this litter chose to take their time despite her efforts and straining. It was frustrating almost to ignore the mess at her hindquarters until her pup is free. Taking the time to break him from his sack she studied him while bathing him. His strong defiant cries brought her joy as the next contraction rippled through her. Her son wore a crown of gold, his body a pure white, and toes of crimson. Her son was laid to nurse at her side while Sekhmet pressed on as the process drew on just as long for the second child.
The second that arrived was dutifully cleaned he was a pure white splashed in crimson, along with her marking on his toes. With an eager nudge, she was met with the cries she grew pleased to hear. It was of some comfort to hear healthy lungs and watch as her child moved and reacted with his world as she pressed him to her abdomen. The crack of thunder and the sound of the rain beating against the earth in a heavier manner accompanied the birth of the third pup. Warm rich browns and crimson caused Sekhmet to purr in delight at the arrival of her third daughter, who also carried the marking on her toes. Moving slightly once more as she prepared to birth the fourth and final pup of her litter.
Tired but at peace the woman danced into a trance-like state as her body pained and prepared for the last pup. Opalescent eyes snapped open as she pressed and strained to bring her pup into the world. With a firm push, the child laid at her flank. She took and cleaned him dutifully and listened to his loud cries. He carried her marking on her marking. He was an alluring black and crimson. It would be a lie to say she did not consider him absolutely stunning and she gleamed with pride. Looking over the litter, Sekhmet was proud of her littler. The fem tilted her head back and called to her chosen and her trusted. After all, it was time for them to meet her children and their offspring. She just hoped that they would be on their best behavior, she was tired but that didn't mean she wouldn't punish them for disturbing her.