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Disadvantage [late birth]
Posted 11-04-2017, 02:10 PM |
Elf
Rogue
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
27 in, 97 lbs
0 ep
© Cat
She knew not what was coming. The way the pain wreaked havoc on her body. It felt as if her insides were twisted and being burned to a crisp. It drew ragged breathes that were short and shallow. Gasps for oxygen more than anything. Eyes of blood wide and running rampant with the fear that grips at her. She is alone. Alone as always since the moment Scorpius had touched her in such a way to forever leave a part of him behind. At least she would have that, it seemed, for that is all she was truly worth. A touch here and a nuzzle there. A twist of passion and outcome not wanted. She was as the stranger had said, a toss away doll.

Agony is stabbing her. Slashing and cutting and utterly ripping her to pieces. She heaves a time or two before finally, a large sac is released from her hind. She can only stare at the mess of blood and bodily slime. Instinct telling her to clean the babe and let it suckle, but her heart wants to dismember the child before it has a chance to lead the life of strife and suffering that will soon to come. They would all be deemed just as unworthy as she. Just as low and pathetic, to have a mere slave for a mother. Not even a slave that is good enough to be kept. She is pulled by another sharp pain from her cold glare at the first born. Gritted teeth grind and press before at least, the final two were expelled along with a long and shrill scream. The only noise that had been pulled from her throat.

Three lay in a heap on the floor. Finally something clicked within and she began to drag them from their cages and tuck them safely away. Head falling to front paws as eyes stare forever blank out in to the cold night from beneath her hollowed log.

Scorpius



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Posted 11-10-2017, 03:32 PM |
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 0.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 3 in, (ADLT: 127) 5 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra
Dark, wet, and warm. This was her home; she was safe and happy and that was all that mattered. In the abyss, the pup lay undisturbed until something happened; something terrible wanted her out. As far as the little one was concerned, she wasn't leaving without a fight and for someone so small, she put up a heck of a fuss! Sadly, the pup was plastered to the cold and unfamiliarity of the new realm. Vocals were put to good use since she learned they were there and they would yip and yip until a warm, wet thing began to stroke over her jasper body. It picked her from the flat plane to a larger warm thing. From another's view, the little pup tilts her head for the first time before feeding.

Note: Powerplay rights to the parents!!

Otto Elf Scorpius *i dunno other sibling's name!*



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Posted 11-10-2017, 07:31 PM |
Otto
Rogue Pup
Male, 0.25
Endomorph
9 [37] in, 5 [133] lbs
0 ep
© Ev

  in the beginning, there was darkness. there was no light. darkness, fear, nothing. but, then there is light. light that shines so bright against his not even opened eyes yet. but there he is, small, wriggling, and whining for something other than this brightness that lays upon him. all he knew was warmth, darkness. now here he was in this cold, cruel place. so, he crawls, crawling like he would on the bottom of the food chain, until he worked himself up to the top. his lips find warmth, and food. a plus. then, there is peace. paws kneading at the warmth as he presses against something that is something his size. peace, a time to sleep. so, the small thing drifts off beside whatever it was. in the beginning there is darkness. in the end, there will inevitably be darkness as it returns again as he suckles, pushing into whatever warm thing there was that provided food. in the end, there is darkness.

Elf, Scorpius, & @[Siomha]; powerplay rights to parents.



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Posted 11-11-2017, 01:11 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
And when I stare at the darkness I see nothing but devils
I was a stranger here but they think I'm on the level

Maybe his excursions were pointless. Or maybe they had a purpose. He tried not to think about it too much. Tried not to recognize they were vain attempts to recreate a past life. A life when it was just them against the world, with no one and nothing else. A life that weighed over his head, every second of every day. A life that went further back than his departure from Fire; than his father's departure with Bayard. It went all the way back to his wild roots, with his wild mother and his wild siblings and their brief time together in the Mire. No one and nothing else. All they ever needed was each other..

He tried not to think about it, at all. For the most part, he was successful. He kept his thoughts idling over other things, and despite his warning from Carion, he did make a point of checking odd places for those three bickering black-hearts. It kept him busy, and by now, it seemed rather pointless. The best kind of problem to throw himself at. But his attention to it was a double-edged sword. When he heard her scream, her voice vaguely familiar to him, his stomach dropped and his heart leapt to his throat, like his paws to the rocks as he ascended the rigorous Styx, beating the ground like the earth was a drum and his heart was a wild animal.

And then it was the smell. Blood and afterbirth. It turned his insides to ice, and revived memories of days he really wished he wouldn't remember. He tried to stomach it as he approached the hollowed log, and the moving shadows underneath, and the yip-yip of healthy lungs--well, at least they had that to be grateful for. That, and no sign of the girl's former slaveholders.
No sign of Scorpius either. "Hey," he said, quietly, softly, as he stole up to the mother's birthing den at a gentler, more moderate pace, forcing all the calm into his voice that he didn't really have. "I'm Kynaios. Scorpius's brother." He didn't remember her name (did he ever hear it?) but he knew she was.. something to his brother. Something ineffable; that had once escaped Scorp's ability to define. Who is she to you? A stranger. In the back of his mind, he snorted at that.
He licked his lips, slowing to a walk and aiming to lean just barely against the log should the little mouse not show signs of anxiety. Masking his own uncertainty, though his heart was hammering, he pressed: "Are you okay?" He tried to remember when his cousins were born, but he was still as woefully awkward now as then. Nothing particularly useful came to him. But he put on a reassuring grin, anyway. "Can I help with anything?"
Elf



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Posted 11-11-2017, 08:46 PM |
Elf
Rogue
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
27 in, 97 lbs
0 ep
© Cat
It is not without sacrfice that she birthed the three children. Silently naming them in the back of her own mind. Tad bits of knowledge that she would not dare to share with just any soul. Small Verlassen, Otto and Siomha. Two daughters and a single son. Verlassen had been the last born and the runt of the litter it seemed. She was dark, too much so to tell the true hint of what color her pelt may be. She rested. Neck craned so that sleepy eyes may follow their wiggling forms as they squealed and bumped together. It did not take long for the first, than second and third to begin feeding.

It should of been a moment of bliss. A time of happiness, even if Scorpius had left her. Left them. Atleast she would not have her babes ripped from her teets and named off as slave or otherwise. At least, she would have them for moments longer. However long fate would deem her fit enough to care for them. Which honestly, would not be long. Elf could barely manage to keep herself fed and tended. Let alone three wriggling mouths that lay so helpless.

Ears alerted her to movement above the ground. Her hollowed spot beneath a decaying log was not a hard find. Her muscles tensed and she half rose- until ears brushed the top of the bark. A voice met them as they cupped forward. A single word before finally a name and explanation of who he was. Did Scorp's scent truly still cling to her in the way she imagined? Her mouth was sucked dry of all saliva. Tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She wanted to answer. To call out for him to find his brother. To just simply be there with her. But she is tired. Pains still rippled through her lower half. Damage internally caused by the birth of her three pups.

"Please..." It is all she can manage as she scooted to the edge so that she may peer at his form with crimson eyes from beneath her log. She lacked a keeper. She lacked a pack and all things safe that came along with it. She lacked even a father for her newlings. She was a slave freed to live as simply nothing.

Kynaios



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Posted 11-12-2017, 10:39 AM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
And when I stare at the darkness I see nothing but devils
I was a stranger here but they think I'm on the level

Please. That was the last thing.. "Okay," he murmured. That was the last word his mother..
She managed, weakly, to drag herself closer to the edge, and when their eyes met, Kynaios struggled to give her a slight nod. No, he thought. That was then, this was now. Kynaios locked as much of that shit down as he could; bottled it up with a deep breath, felt it sink somewhere out of sight, out of mind. "Okay." He glanced at the mostly hidden children in the hollow beneath the log, then again met her delicate face. "Everything will be fine," he said, coolly as he could manage, a faint bit of grin hanging on the edges of his mouth. He was going to make it fine. "I'm going to call a healer, alright? I'll be right back."

The entire time, he wondered, where is Scorpius? The question was quickly becoming set on repeat, growing in volume in the back of his mind as he straightened up, glanced around, and padded quick-step to the nearest overhang. Even if those pups weren't his kids -- which, Kyn was just assuming they were -- he didn't see his brother intentionally leaving the little mouse in a situation like this. Never. But it had to be another thought, another worry, for another time. He faced the crisp autumn night, drew his head back and sent out the call. Demanding, urgent.
He returned before his echo faded.

"They'll be here soon," he promised. Maybe presumptuously. How was he to know? But he held on to it, regardless. Maybe he was promising it to himself, more than anything. Trying to reassure himself that history wouldn't repeat itself. He could change it, even just for someone else, given half a chance. Even if this, if calling on others, was all he could do. Gods dammit. He'd never felt so disgustingly useless in his life. But that was yet another thought. Another time. He swallowed it down, locked it away, and sidled near the log again, carefully lowering himself down beside it. Assuming a position to offer her what he could, or stand at the ready if anyone else approached.
Even if she had the strength to ask, he wasn't sure he could stomach leaving her alone now to search for Scorpius, if that was her wish. Not without any guarantee of finding his brother quickly, or that she'd be alright. "They have names?" he asked quietly, conversationally. To keep their minds off everything else, really.
hey pups just gonna post around ya real quick. Elf. paging Famine somewhat specifically, but also any healer in general. Nicharion, heads up to this in case you want him here~



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Posted 11-16-2017, 12:33 PM |
Rebel
Famine
Rebel Gamma
Female, 4.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 80 lbs lbs
54 ep
© Sylvirr


She grumbles under her breath, arriving with her shambling gait, her jutting shoulders and arching bones. Greyhound-like in her lean-ness, near-emaciated upon first glance though this is not the case. Blackened slaver rolls from her jaws as she moves onward, hollow gaze panning across those gathered as she quickly takes in the situation and inhales, exhaling a ragged sigh.
"You called."

BABIES.


Her heart catches in her chest, stilling for a brief moment-- the things she so desperately wanted, pleaded for, begged for, but never got to have as her own. Her actions are quick, stilted legs and disjointed motions collapsing into a few single, swift movements-- a satchel she carries at her side, a hollow gourd that smells strongly of fermentation, and she places it down before Elf, "Drink." Because alcohol dulls the pain, though she is deft and wise in her ministrations and her thick potions contain a touch of juniper berries and motherwort, the substance itself a thickened version of apple cider. Sweet and pungent and tangy, still she manages to dig through the various herbs that punctuate her scent to produce the remnants of alfalfa and dayflower, nudging them towards her to eat. Chew, swallow, rinse, repeat.

All will be well.
TABLE BY SARA










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Posted 11-18-2017, 06:08 PM |
Rebel
Nicharion
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.25
Endomorph
36 in, 135 lbs
73 ep
© Lyk
"That fucking idiot." He was late, but for him it was alright to be so. Which couldn't be said for Scorpius, who was still nowhere to be seen. Nicharion wasn't known to get angry. Annoyed, irritated, definitely. But anger, true burning anger, wasn't something too familiar to him. Yet it hit him now, harder than he could have ever anticipated. Just how? How did his brother dare to not be here at a moment like this? Their mother died. They father left. They knew better than anyone how it felt, and he will not allow for these kids to feel the same.

Even if he has to tell his own brother that he doesn't deserve to be their father.

But for now, he couldn't endure being here. It made his blood boil, the feeling was sickening. He looked from Elf, to Famine, finally to Kynaios, almost as if in a daze.. He couldn't focus. Then he just started to walk away. "I'll go catch something to eat." Maybe that'll make him feel better, and use the anger for something productive. There was nothing for him to do here, anyway.



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