[AW]  Heaven's got a plan for you [Birthing]

Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

The day had started out normal, whatever that was considered over the course of the last two weeks. Odin gone, there was no sign of him anywhere near the grove. The realization would sink in deeper and deeper, growing heavier as time proved that he would not be coming. Not even to witness the birth of his children, or even...to meet them after the fact. He knew they were due any day, if she did not matter to him, did they? Apparently not. Promises left as shattered remains at her blistered sore paws, pads torn and cracked from her travels in her attempts to find him, day after day. The woman let a heavy sigh fall from pale lips, she had moved into Dovains den only a day or two prior, the company she had to share it with wasn't ideal but it was better than whelping in the place that felt so stained with lies and deceit. The very soil tainted by Odin's transgressions. She could not bring herself to bring her children into the place Odin had built for her, the place they slept snuggled up every night sharing tender kisses and sweet nothings. Where she was once head over heels for the armourer, she only bore bitter emotions of hate, pain and regret. 

Pale paws kissed the earth as she slowly meandered through the grove, and then it started. Pain, sharp; unforgiving it ripped through her abdomen, it came and it did not stop. Long ears would fall flat flush against her crown, jaws clenching as she did her best to muffle her cry out. Clamping her teeth together biting them down against each other rather than make her agony widely known. Heart would begin to hammer within her chest as she stood there, muscles bound in resistance to the waves of pain eyes closed tightly only did they open when she was granted the opportunity to catch her breath. Quickly she would attempt to scurry her feet to cross the distance toward the den, pausing each time another wave of pain would rip through her; she would pause until it (mostly) passed before continuing. Thank Eleutheria she was not far. She arrived shortly, pleased to find that Dovain and her adopted child were absent from the den, it meant she could at least begin her delivery in peace, she huffed, panting as she made her way to the furthest point of the den, pressing herself into the back as the blanket of nightfall wrapped around her. She was glad to have it, it gave her a sense of security, being cloaked in the shadows of night. 

Roughly, but as softly as she could the woman allowed her rump to sink to the earth eventually following with the rest of her body, wings falling loosely against her thighs her heavy panting and muffled cries was all that could be heard. She did not howl to alert anyone, she did not cry out any names or ask for help. She simply lay there, burying her slender nose into her paws as she began to shake as the pain only increased with the passing of time. She did not expect anyone to come. 

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A boy of bright colorful greens was dumped unceremoniously into the world. Through her panting and her pain, Anaru would shift slightly slender muzzle gaping to reach for him and...ungracefully so had she pulled him closer to her and began to clean him, causing defiant, frustrated cries to sound from the child as he was kicked from the warmth of her stomach and thrust into the world. Anaru held no pity for the child, but the arrival of her first born kick started a nature of protection - after first ensuring he was eating the Patriarchs golden eyes turned to the maw of the den, staring intently for several moments until she was content enough to get a better look at her son. Not Odin and hers son....HER son. The bastard father would get not an inch of claim over them. Her eyes graced him, noting the vibrant colors of her family and...two sets of tiny black wings which were placed delicately upon his shoulders and the base of his tail. Incredibly small they were likely inherited from her own. He was large, and he was healthy. She smiled at him; pride glistening in her eyes. "Matheus..." she murmured softly, the name she had told Ven she liked, almost an identical match to that of her fathers name; Mathias. Warm tongue would run over the top of his head until the new mothers attention was drawn from her fawning over her first born. 

A soft growl would rumble from her maw as agony tore through her. This was just the beginning. 


"Anaru speaking,"


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Fallyn

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4 y/o medium Male
© Ginga

He felt it more then he heard it at first. He had just began his nightly walks around the grove a few weeks back, finding it to be peacful and place he could put his thoughts on the table and mill them about without being interrupted. Though tonight was different, there was a tangy scent to the air and soft noises he barely recognized. He turned his ears and eyes to blind a deaf to pick up the scent better and what was a soft scent now became an abruptly sour scent of blood and Anaru. Quickly he flashed over to his hearing, his ears perking up and his nose turning the color of ash. The soft whimpers of someone in pain and then the dull sound of a complaining pup startled him back to normal. 

She was giving birth. The thought which would have given him joy at first soon faded into something far darker. An anger far deeper and heartier then any of his other partners rose in him. His brother not only left his mate, but his children. It wouldn't be like him and Fallyn not having the choice to have parents. No this was him leaving his kids behind to grow up without one. He had a choice this time. Fallyn stood there staring in the direction of those sounds and wondered if he'd even be welcome at the birth. Would he just stain the event with their father's presence even though he had nothing to do with the fate they now had to endure. His body was frozen in place, unable to move or even breathe. What if she was in trouble..? Someone was with her.. He conned himself out of going his body twisting and turning away. He would walk away from this and let the birth be a happy memory for her. 

Another grunt of distress teased his ears and sent a nervous pang into his heart. He would go check on her and see if she was alright. He told himself, that's all. His body darting forward toward the den she chose. He wasn't too close so it took a minute to get there, his heart pounding in his chest the whole way. By the time he got there, she had a beautiful pup suckling to her tummy but still waning in pain. His head was barely inside when he cleared his throat. "Where is Dovain?" He mumbled. He was first on the scene and this was his first puppy birth, could this get any worse?

"Speaking"

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Dovain

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9 y/o xlarge Female
© Lunicea
 
Dove Dovain's paws carried her futher than she would have liked, steadying her pace to match Aella's random bursts of energy throughout the day. Though as it began to where down there was a prickle in the mother's neck, a nagging feeling that something wasn't right. It had haunted her for almost an hour now, and once it seemed the Aella was growing tired she took the opportunity to snatch up the child and cradle her in the pelt slung around Dovain's thick neck. Turning tightly on her heel to trot back to the den that she had left in the watch of Anaru. 

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Sounds of distress met the mother's ears before she caught sight of her home in the near distance. Clenching her jaw as the familiar scent of birth invaded her liver-colored nose. She slowly untied the pelt from her neck and huddled it against a nearby willow tree, whispering to Aella to stay there and get some rest while she helped Anaru. Placing her armour next to the child she brought only Primevere and two knives with her. The weapon's remaining in their respected shealths as she approached from behind Fallyn. 

"Where is Dovain?"

"Behind you."  She grunted, deep voice coming in a short bark. Lightly pressing her paw against Fallyn's side in a subtle ask for the man to move to the side so she could see the life that Anaru had brought, garnets growing soft as she saw the newborn cradled against her side. She met Anaru's eyes then, bowing her head slightly. 

"I'll be outside with Fallyn unless you need me in here hun."  She rumbled, giving the new mother a hard look before leaning her head back out of the den, motioning for Fallyn to do the same unless he wanted to get bit. As fiesty as Anaru was already, she suspected it would only heighten in labor.  
 
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Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

Eyes would snap upward upon the sound; the sight of another closing in around the den. She didn't care who it was, the instinct to protect her newly born young fired up within her. It roared over the pain within her abdomen, "Where is Dovain?"  Fallyns voice brought a growl forth from her lips, curling up over ivory daggers to reveal them as her audits tucked tighter against her crown. She didn't answer him only met him with a snarl of disapproval of him sticking his nose in where it didn't belong. Even if he was trying to help, extend a hand of concern Anaru didn't care in these moments; she just wanted him to get out. But before she could snap and allow her rage to overtake her, Fallyn was being pushed aside, and Dove's soft face took the space of the opening "I'll be outside with Fallyn unless you need me in here hun." she growled, meeting the womans eyes for a moment or two in acknowledgement, jaws clenched tightly against the agony that ripped through her center. 

Relieved once they removed themselves to wait outside she sighed, a pained growl echoing through the walls of the den, muscles binding tightly to resist the searing anguish which claimed her tonight. As if it was something she was new to these days, foreign reminder of what Odin had done to them; but in the back of her mind Eleutheria whispered the promise of her future.

This suffering would come to an end, herself and The order would be blessed with a new generation. Even tainted with the genetics of a traitor, a bastard father, they held hers as well. Generations of good genetics that would hopefully snuff out the half of their donor which plagued them. Another growl, biting back a cry of agony, moments turned into what felt like eternities slipping by in the still of night. There was another important thing to note...Odin; had not arrived. 


"Anaru speaking,"


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Venemtress

Ordinary of The Order

5 y/o medium Female
© foxbox

Ever since Odin had left, Ven had been conjuring vitamin potions for the little-ones-to-be and freshly caught creatures for the mother, dropping off what she could to make sure the little family was cared for. Tonight, she brought something special. In her jaws was a bag of flat stones she had collected from the nearby rivers. It would be some time before the younglings could use them to stack and knock down, but she thought Anaru might like to have them in her den sooner rather than later. Maybe Anaru could practice and get really good before the kids were ready to play- then she could show them how it's done.  

Crimson eyes were light with the idea. Her heart too. As the due date drew closer, she thought less of Odin and more of the little ones who would be joining their family. She was excited and anxious for their arrival. 

As she neared Anaru's den, her nose twitched with an unfamiliar scent. It smelled... bloody. But not the same as a fresh kill. Worry struck her instantly. The woman surged forward, bag flopping this way and that with the clattering stones falling around inside. When Anaru's den came into view, she spied Fallyn and Dovain outside. She slowed her pace to a steady trot and went straight to them. She dropped the bag at her feet, panting from the run. She gave each of them a look. Fallyn appeared anxious and uncertain; Dovain, steady and calm. Red eyes shifted to the entrance, where her focus honed in on the tiny sounds of a whelp and the strains of Anaru. So- it was the birthing she'd smelled. The pups were arriving!

Ven's dark ears flipped back, wondering if this was too much. Maybe she should just go? Fallyn and Dove were probably plenty to keep guard and assist. She did not want to overcrowd and stress the mother more. 

But... She had not been around ones so small and new before. Her heart yearned to lay eyes on them.   

But instead of intruding, Venemtress hung around outside. Anaru would be able to scent her soon enough. If she was unwelcome she had no doubt Anaru would voice it. So instead, she looked from Fallyn to Dovain again, lasting on the woman. "How's she doing?"  she asked softly. 

"Ven speaking,"



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