Post by taxx on Dec 29, 2012 14:14:54 GMT -6
Pain! Talia gasped and stood still, trembling as a contraction seized her. It hurt, it really did. But it was over quickly, and she trotted on, desperate to reach the place she'd picked out specifically for this birth. A secluded thicket, lined with thorny bushes for keeping out predators, and with a bed of soft grass and moss for her and her soon to be born fawn.
Though, she was starting to wonder about that. There had been a lot of movement lately, and she was nearly convinced that this was not just a single fawn, but twins. Well. Single, double or triple, it didn't matter. So long as they were born healthy. Reaching the thicket, Talia eased her way through and lay down with a grunt.
Just in time, too. Rolling to her side, Talia groaned as another pain gripped her, each contraction forcing the fawn- or fawns- closer to birth. More time passed, and Talia rose back to her feet, pacing the circumference of the thicket restlessly, her progress halting with each new pain that came.
Then, suddenly, there was a soft thump; when Talia turned, it was to see a wet, leggy form lying on the ground. Talia stepped closer and began to lick it, her tongue lapping over the damp form of her newborn son. Distracted as she was now, she was barely aware of the return of the contractions. It was impossible to miss the sound of another body falling to the ground, and the new mother glanced around to gaze into the face of her second born son. With a snort, she turned her attentions to the newest baby, giving him the same treatment she had given her first.
It had to be over now. Gently nudging her sons, trying to encourage them to stand, she gazed proudly at them. Her two boys, so young now, but strong and healthy. Just what she'd wanted.
Though, she was starting to wonder about that. There had been a lot of movement lately, and she was nearly convinced that this was not just a single fawn, but twins. Well. Single, double or triple, it didn't matter. So long as they were born healthy. Reaching the thicket, Talia eased her way through and lay down with a grunt.
Just in time, too. Rolling to her side, Talia groaned as another pain gripped her, each contraction forcing the fawn- or fawns- closer to birth. More time passed, and Talia rose back to her feet, pacing the circumference of the thicket restlessly, her progress halting with each new pain that came.
Then, suddenly, there was a soft thump; when Talia turned, it was to see a wet, leggy form lying on the ground. Talia stepped closer and began to lick it, her tongue lapping over the damp form of her newborn son. Distracted as she was now, she was barely aware of the return of the contractions. It was impossible to miss the sound of another body falling to the ground, and the new mother glanced around to gaze into the face of her second born son. With a snort, she turned her attentions to the newest baby, giving him the same treatment she had given her first.
It had to be over now. Gently nudging her sons, trying to encourage them to stand, she gazed proudly at them. Her two boys, so young now, but strong and healthy. Just what she'd wanted.
