Post by mysteria on May 19, 2007 19:42:31 GMT -5
Shora shivered as she lay on the cold rock of the cave floor, her fur caked with mud, eyes flashing frantically.
"Where am I?" She cried, jolting awake. No one responded. Who had brought her here? A sharp pain in her abdomen erased all thought.
She was giving birth.
Panting heavily, Shora braced herself for another contraction. When it came, however, it came with twice the force as the last, causing her to curl up in pain.
The third brought her pup into the world. She licked at it feebly, removing the sac that encased it's head, enabling it to breathe.
And then she died.
*****
"So you saw my mother die?" Ciara questioned, as Kari told the story of Ciara's birth for the twenty millionth time. She couldn't help but ask for it to be retold, she was curious about where she came from, and this story was the only link she had.
"No, sweetie. I'm just guessing the particulars as far as your birth and her death are concerned. But I know this. When we found her running from that dreadful fire, her lungs were filled with smoke, and she was coughing very hard. It was NOT your fault." Kari smiled at the pup, attempting to hide her discomfort. The truth was, she had seen Ciara's mother die.
*****
He watched silently as the wolves left his foolish sister in the cave, eyes narrowed. Fire could get the job done cleanly but he would run the risk of losing the child. Of course, he almost had earlier, what with the forest fire he had been chasing Shora with, but his sense had returned to him, and he pulled it back.
So, as fire was unpredictable and dangerous, he decided his claws would be a fun alternative. Wait for her son, or daughter, to be born then slash her throat. Morrison told himself sternly. His goals were clear. Kill his stupid sister, and take the child.
The pair would not- could not, escape from him this time.
A wolf, maybe three or four months younger that Shora, bounced into the cave to check on the she-wolf the hunting party had brought back.
"Where am I?" Shora cried, looking up at the strange wolf in distress. Kari watched, slightly interested, as Shora cringed in pain. Was she that close to labor when they found her? She found herself thinking.
Finally, after much effort, the pup was brought into the world. A female. Shora feebly licked at her pup, removing the sac encasing her, and drying her fur.
"It's ok." Kari said, approaching the new mother. "We-" But as she got close, Shora shakily got to her feet, a pathetic excuse for a growl rising from her throat.
"Stay... away... from.. Ciara."
But before she could do anything for her newborn, Shora fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from her throat. A male stepped out into the light, pulling his claws free of Shora's neck.
The female had ruined his plans. Morrison was upset.
If you know anything about Morrison, you know he does not like to get upset. When he is upset he tends to get violent. And then others got mad and he became more upset.
Trapped in his own vicious circle.
So, as he was standing there, practically fuming, he became aware that the female had run off, leaving him alone with the child. He weighed his options carefully, studying each possible maneuver carefully. If the little wolf had gone to get help, Morrison was done for.
But, if she had just run away, he could take 'Ciara', and leave. Instead, he went with his first plan, going on the assumption that Kari had gone to get help.
But one day, when little Ciara was all grown up, he would be there.
Oh yes. He would be there...
"Where am I?" She cried, jolting awake. No one responded. Who had brought her here? A sharp pain in her abdomen erased all thought.
She was giving birth.
Panting heavily, Shora braced herself for another contraction. When it came, however, it came with twice the force as the last, causing her to curl up in pain.
The third brought her pup into the world. She licked at it feebly, removing the sac that encased it's head, enabling it to breathe.
And then she died.
*****
"So you saw my mother die?" Ciara questioned, as Kari told the story of Ciara's birth for the twenty millionth time. She couldn't help but ask for it to be retold, she was curious about where she came from, and this story was the only link she had.
"No, sweetie. I'm just guessing the particulars as far as your birth and her death are concerned. But I know this. When we found her running from that dreadful fire, her lungs were filled with smoke, and she was coughing very hard. It was NOT your fault." Kari smiled at the pup, attempting to hide her discomfort. The truth was, she had seen Ciara's mother die.
*****
He watched silently as the wolves left his foolish sister in the cave, eyes narrowed. Fire could get the job done cleanly but he would run the risk of losing the child. Of course, he almost had earlier, what with the forest fire he had been chasing Shora with, but his sense had returned to him, and he pulled it back.
So, as fire was unpredictable and dangerous, he decided his claws would be a fun alternative. Wait for her son, or daughter, to be born then slash her throat. Morrison told himself sternly. His goals were clear. Kill his stupid sister, and take the child.
The pair would not- could not, escape from him this time.
A wolf, maybe three or four months younger that Shora, bounced into the cave to check on the she-wolf the hunting party had brought back.
"Where am I?" Shora cried, looking up at the strange wolf in distress. Kari watched, slightly interested, as Shora cringed in pain. Was she that close to labor when they found her? She found herself thinking.
Finally, after much effort, the pup was brought into the world. A female. Shora feebly licked at her pup, removing the sac encasing her, and drying her fur.
"It's ok." Kari said, approaching the new mother. "We-" But as she got close, Shora shakily got to her feet, a pathetic excuse for a growl rising from her throat.
"Stay... away... from.. Ciara."
But before she could do anything for her newborn, Shora fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from her throat. A male stepped out into the light, pulling his claws free of Shora's neck.
The female had ruined his plans. Morrison was upset.
If you know anything about Morrison, you know he does not like to get upset. When he is upset he tends to get violent. And then others got mad and he became more upset.
Trapped in his own vicious circle.
So, as he was standing there, practically fuming, he became aware that the female had run off, leaving him alone with the child. He weighed his options carefully, studying each possible maneuver carefully. If the little wolf had gone to get help, Morrison was done for.
But, if she had just run away, he could take 'Ciara', and leave. Instead, he went with his first plan, going on the assumption that Kari had gone to get help.
But one day, when little Ciara was all grown up, he would be there.
Oh yes. He would be there...