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She was surely pregnant, that became apparent as the days went on. Her stomach bulged and hardened, with the occasional movement of the children she had inside of her. Something made her fearful, would Crowe shun them? Or would he use them simply as a filler for his army like Beartooth had wanted for his pack? Crowe couldn't be that cruel, despite his menacing appearance. He after all had let her stay, despite showing up obviously with child. She was still caught off guard by the dapper maned wolf with flowers on his back, the compliments he rang out. How smooth he was. Crowe wouldn't mind, after all, the women got to pick who they'd lay with. Perhaps a big, strong maned wolf could satisfy the hunger in her.
The thoughts quickly escaped her as her body quaked with pain, a contraction ripped through her and she let out an ungodly groan. She almost forgot she was pregnant, she was too busy thinking of who she'd lay with. Her body writhed in pain as she made her way slowly to her den, just as she reached the outside of it she rose her cranium to the sky to call forth her lover, her soulmate. "Crowe, it's time! They're coming!" Her voice was raspy, almost terrified. She groaned as she began to move again, entering her den. She nestled on the floor, covered in leaves to give her some sort of softness when she gave birth. Every contraction ripped through her, feeling like lightning shooting across her.
Fade in, fade out . . .
Her emerald eyes looked over the five children, a smile on her face at all of them. One with a skull and wings, a near clone of Crowe in Bloodline - He was gray with white. A girl with a horn, like herself, but also gray. Another girl, with wings like her father. Two horned boys as well, with skulls like their father. She wondered if those without physical bloodlines gained her elemental bloodline, something she kept to herself for the most part. No one truly came through to see her, so she hadn't thought much of it. She had hoped by now Crowe would be here, and if he was, she'd turn her head to him. "What names did you have in mind, Alpha Crowe?" She said with a faint grin, weak from the extensive birth of five children.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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