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Post by darrik on May 23, 2012 0:18:35 GMT -5
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Waiting, in his opinion, was bloody irritating. He could do it - and boy did people think he was patient - but really, he basically needed his gratification to be of the immediate variety. When it was a self-imposed restriction it made him even more antsy. No one was telling him to cool his paws and stay out of the way. He was being polite. Waste of time, really. He yawned, for all the world lazy and relaxed despite his thoughts. He stretched, rolling onto his back, head wedge comfortably between his shoulder and the rock he rested on. The last flickers of sunlight were warm and did little to relax his mind about what he was waiting for. How long was considered a good time frame?
He knew nothing of birthing and really didn't care to find out. Ugh, children. The biggest pain in this entire place. Birth was equally distasteful. He'd seen it and it was not something he was willing to participate in again. If he could only remove that bit life would be perfect. Except for the dome keeping him caged. Yeah, don't leave that one out, Darrik. His dislike was even stronger today considering that he was waiting around for one such event to come to a close. What was he even doing waiting around? He didn't really have a connection to this female. He certainly wasn't the father - gods forbid. He shivered at that thought, paws twitching in distaste. Absolutely not the father. The female wasn't even that important to him at the moment.
Paired for a hunt/patrol a few weeks ago when she had only just been rounding out. He had scoffed then - what was a breeding queen doing wandering around? Really. If anyone injured her kits she'd blow a gasket. She'd then proceeded to try and claw his nose off for his insolence. Didn't stop him from snipping at her and being a shit, but it did make her stick in his mind. After that he'd gone to bug her for the hell of it. She dealt with him better than most, he supposed. It was nice to have her expect him come around with a mouse or something and then insult her. She hadn't thanked him for his attention but he knew she appreciated it.
They weren't...friends. Or he didn't think so. He certainly knew zero to nothing about her. He just spent a lot of time hanging around her. That was it. Though she had made him laugh a few times and participate in a serious conversation about - of all things - denning areas. He also would not admit to worrying over her rounded sides. She seemed to bloody excited it was disgusting. She should have grown out of such things. He couldn't imagine being happy for some life sucking thing to be inside him. Thank the planet for small favors. He yawned again, huffing out a breath as he shifted position again.
He blinked at the sky, wondering how long he'd been out here thinking useless things. Two hours maybe? And he'd hunted the morning away for the Tribe. She'd missed coming for briefing so he knew it had to be the day. She'd shown up even when her kits had made her so tired from what she had described as "practicing jumping" and he translated to mean "kicking the shit out of her kidneys." He grumbled and rolled to his feet, stretching his lean body. Might as well go check. At least see if her spawn had made it's move into the world. Why it would take this long was beyond him, so he was pretty sure he'd be missing all the grotesque body fluids.
He jumped from the rock, slipping through the trees and in minutes he was strolling toward the den she'd finally decided on. He gave a low, throaty call, tuffed ears flicking pricked up for an answer. He got none and his face turned puzzled. He trotted forward, sniffing hesitantly at the opening of the small space, not wanting to intrude but hearing absolutely nothing which was really freaking him out.
"Athena?"
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[ takes place years ago, before athena had become a denmother and was still going through her need for offspring. happens in analoya lands when the tribe was still young and small. this is just to flesh out their friendship (which we have decided is a very strong one that has some time to it) ]
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Post by athenaa on May 24, 2012 20:01:38 GMT -5
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She couldn't believe it, she had been extra cautious these ending days, but it was all for nothing. Not that she had believed that too long prior to now, she thought, as she whimpered and curled her body around the lifeless form of her cub - the little form only kept warm through her touch as she lay there. It had been a normal labor, from what she had seen others go through or heard, and her little bundle was cleaned quickly of the sticky substance that came out with her. She cleaned the little female cub thoroughly and nuzzled her and she mewed softly ... too soft ... too weak. She tried to get the little one to suckle but she barely moved, even nudging her into place she wouldn't latch on and it was over so quickly she didn't even have time to register.
She would understand later that the young one was sickly and was just not meant to make it, but she did not care in that moment. All she thought about was how she could've done something better, been more careful; all she thought about was how it was her fault that her kit was lying lifeless beside her.
She stayed there in her den, the furthest back she could manage, ignoring the fact that the sun had now passed below the horizon and the tribe would be looking for her. It would be dangerous for her to stay out here alone, or for their idea with a kit, and probably send someone out. Darrik knew where she was though, so it would probably be him, and right now she didn't want to hear anything about how it would be okay and that it maybe would've been for the better. She didn't want to feel like she would never have a little one to look after and right now her chest was hollow and her eyes were squeezed shut as she let out a few small, soft whines.
"Athena?"
No ... nononono she didn't want him to see her like this. Her whole plan was to pull herself together and get back to the tribe before he came for her; but when her eyes slanted open she found no light, her eyes slowly adjusting as she turned her back to the entrance of her den. "Go away," she rasped out, her voice laced with anger and frustration; as well as deep threading of sorrow. She had meant it to sound firm but it came out throaty and weak, her eyes merely squeezing shut again as she lay there. She didn't want anyones pity or 'I told you so' looks with how active she was the last weeks of her pregnancy .. she just couldn't handle it at this moment.
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Post by darrik on May 26, 2012 18:50:17 GMT -5
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The silence that followed his call made his fur prickle uncomfortably. How a simple silence could rub him raw all over was seriously beyond him. His tail flicked in a physical show of his unease and he stepped forward slightly, throat tense to call again. Surely she hadn't gone back to camp? Or moved her den? Or had there been a complication? He should have thought of that sooner. Maybe because he didn't want to believe it. Athena was a strong, solid presence in his life despite the fact they weren't anything like real friends. He rarely got attached to anyone and she didn't even know that he relied upon her being there to put him in his place.
It was extremely dark now, the time having passed him by on his travel here and he could see nothing in the darkness of the den from where he stood. His whiskers curled forward as the rumble of her name nearly sounded again, but she - finally - replied to him. Her voice shocked him and his ears flattened. Her words were clear and he stepped back, hesitating briefly. Something had happened. Something bad. His stomach twisted and then his features set themselves into a determined slant. No way was he going when he could still hear the weak tone of her command. He wasn't going to scurry away. He hadn't left her alone in the past and today wasn't going to change that routine.
He stalked inside a few feet, crouching to navigate the shorter areas. He mused briefly that he was lucky he was so skinny. It opened up suddenly and he stood. His nose twitched at the smells - not pleasant, but not gross. Unusually and earthy and slightly coppery. It also felt-smelled ominously of loss and he ducked his head. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, confused because the den felt cold instead of warm and safe. Gods. The outline of her back came into focus first and he stepped toward her, hesitant despite having come this far. He'd rather her not claw his face off. A low grumble of a anxious purr worked it's way out of his throat.
As an attempt to calm both of them down it was weak, but it was more instinctual than thought out. Usually so good at words he floundered, still unaware of what exactly had happened. "It's only me, love," he said, hushed, as he stepped closer, leaning over to try and find her face. Her sides were heavy with her breath, and it took him a second to sort out what he was seeing. No mewling kit, just a still, stiff body dwarfed by both of them. His mouth dropped open and he swallowed his gasp.
He leaned down and he slid his face along Athena's neck and spine, offering what meager comfort he could without her facing him. "I'm so sorry, Athena. So sorry," he murmured, for once not knowing what to offer her. How did one deal with something like this? There was no guidebook here and this was something out of his depth. Did she even want comfort now? He wanted to give it - so badly did he want to give it - but this was her grief.
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Post by athenaa on May 26, 2012 21:59:01 GMT -5
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She didn't know if he had gone but she didn't hear anything for a bit, and assumed her command was enough to drive him off; though the thought was odd considering she had swiped at the male before now and /that/ hadn't even sent him packing. She sighed heavily as she lay there, her ears pricking back as she heard him now, his faint breathing barely noticed before he murmured his assurance that it was still only him and not something other -- and she almost wished it was -- just because she slightly felt like relaying her emotions in tearing someone a new one; literally.
Her ears flattened then, shuddering a sigh and a weak rumble that was a mixture of a purr and then growl before it died on her lips. Her tail quivered, the tip of it slowly curling back once before stilling as she felt him come closer now, his warmth felt as he slightly leaned against her to look down at her. She didn't feel like speaking but she knew she needn't explain anything before she felt the realization in him, the tensing of his body behind her before he pressed his head against her. She whined a little, whether it be complaining for his touch or for the loss of her kit, she really didn't know, as it came from her throat un-willingly.
"It's all my fault, Darrik," she said solemnly, her voice still carrying the quiver that it did before when she snapped at him. Her mind was a swirl of emotions and right now, she realized, she would get the comfort that she needed with Rik - any others could sod off or hope of a rearranged face by her claws. "She died because I am a horrible mother," she said with an even weaker rumble of her throat, the feeling of his nuzzles soothing her and calming her hammering heart slowly. She could only think it but she she was glad he was here as much as she hated showing weakness in front of someone - her mother had always taught her that if anything there should be one other that you could always show all sides of yourself too.
She shifted, lifting her head slowly as she peeled her eyes open once more to adjust to the lighter darkness then what was behind her eyes, turning her head and orbs over her back to look to him silently. Pain laced in her gaze as she wished, funnily enough in the back of her head, for the ability to curl closer with limbs like a human -- though underground and shifting would not be a good thing. It was odd how the ability to shift had changed animals abilities to interact with both themselves and humans. She sighed as she looked to him, her orbs meeting his bright blue iris', "does this mean I wasn't meant to have children?" she said softly, less gravely, but more laced with a bit of a whimper; gah she would kick herself tomorrow .. or at least maybe a few days from now for being so weak.
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Post by darrik on May 31, 2012 22:53:28 GMT -5
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As her vibrated with a growl he tensed up, eyes narrowing as he waited for the sharp sting of claws. He'd deal with it - it wasn't the first time someone had taken a shot at him - but maybe that's what she needed. He'd give it to her, he realized. He'd let her take that first shot at him. Let her take a bit of her sorrow out on his flesh and hope it did her well. There was little he wouldn't do for those he took into his keeping and inexplicably - unfortunately, usually - she had been gathered in. Quite firmly, too, he discovered. 'Well hell,' he thought, nearly sighing out loud. Why did it always takes serious counts of tragic events to make him accept anything that was going on?
He relaxed, then, as she kept her sharp claws to herself and made no move to harm him. Surprising, considering he was pushing roughly on a sore, bleeding wound. A wound that was still gushing red. His eyes trailed to the little body, pity flaring in him. He didn't take back his unsavory thoughts of the little mite earlier, but he hadn't meant that he wished it dead. Athena had cared too much for it for him to even think such thoughts. He wasn't heartless - far from it when he managed to claim people as part of his life. It was rare for him to become to attached, but here you had it and there was nothing he would do about. Nothing he wanted to.
He wasn't in love with her. But he did care, in the only manner he had ever been able to. She was his closest ally and best companion. It was baffling, but all the same it was there and looming on his mind. And now he had to fix her as well as deal with his sudden - stupid and unnecessary - realization of her rank in Darrik's List of Shit That Matters. She spoke then and he remained silent. He wanted to immediately bark out that it that not her goddamn fault. But he stilled his tongue because he knew that was not going to be a big help. She seemed to be accepting his comfort, however, and he let that sooth his bounding need to make it all go away.
He gave in to a need for comfort - for himself, as well as her - and let his body lay down against her own, head sliding over her shoulder. She was a solid, chilly weight against his sides and he shifted a bit closer to lend his own warmth. She spoke as he moved, and once he settled she had finished. He remained quiet yet again, letting her get her thoughts together. Letting her calm before he even tried to talk sense. She needed to get it out in the open. Despite that he didn't like what she was saying and despite his instinctive and resounding no on her opinions.
Her gaze met his - gods, her pain burned - and she spoke again. His ears lowered and he paused to gather something to give her. His eyes trained again on the kit. He would have to remove it soon - would she let him? - and it was hard to talk with the blatant evidence of the world's wrongness. He breathed out roughly. "Listen here. You are not a bad mother. You did everything you could have. You ate only the best, you rested, you didn't over extend and you got exercise," he said, voice a deceit in itself. It was calm and collected, and gentle even when inside he did not feel like that at all.
He paused a moment. "Maybe you aren't meant to give birth. Maybe it's the dome. Maybe someone wished you ill. So many maybes Athena," he said, sharp blue eyes catching hers. "Maybes will drive you crazy. Don't let them do that."
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Post by athenaa on Jun 10, 2012 18:42:48 GMT -5
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She liked the feel of his warmth, the comforting feeling it sent her was more than she had expected; not having realized her limbs were chilled and stiff from not moving from the small bundle for more than an hour. She knew she would have to leave here soon, and yet, she began to feel like she was able to do such a feat, rather than dread it when the time came. She knew for sure that she wouldn't be able to move the kit, as strong-willed as she wished she was to do that, it would hurt too much.
As he spoke she felt a swirl of emotions, one part of her agreeing with him and that told her she did everything right. Then there was the other part of her that screamed and growled that she was a failure and that she had been to active and rough with the child in her stomach. The conflicting voices yelled back and forth with each other as she lay there, looking to her friend, her almost constant companion and partner in all of her scouting and patrols she went on, and finally simply sighed as she moved. She butted her head against his in an affectionate nudge, her eyes closing as she did so. A soft rumble started for a moment in her throat, a purr that was half-assed in any felines opinion; not that she cared at all.
"Would you do me a favor?" she asked him softly, her cranium pulling back as her eyes slid open to find his, before flickering down to the small bundle in front of her. She kept her eyes on the still kit as she shuddered a sigh, "I just .. don't think I can do it," she murmured softly. The question was un-spoken but she knew he could understand the silent question she asked of him, leaning her head on him once more to have a few more moments of peace before she had to move.
She didn't know how long she sat there, listening to their separate breathing fall in and out of sync, but she soon found herself letting a long sigh escape her as she slowly stood; uncurling herself from the crook of his body. She only glanced to the kit before she moved slowly out of the way and around him, heading to the entrance of the den with her head hung low and essentially leading the way back out. She didn't check to see if he followed but she tipped her nose up and her ears forward before she stuck even a paw out of the small haven, checking the surrounding area for others. With none detected though, she crawled out and sat back upon her haunches as her tail curled around her feet, her eyes closing as she choose not to watch.
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Post by darrik on Jun 14, 2012 21:33:23 GMT -5
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He sucked in his breath a bit as she moved, her head bumping his jaw. He let it out slowly, relieved that his words had made some sort of impression on her. He had been afraid it wouldn't be enough - that nothing he said would be enough - and it was a feeling he didn't like. He liked knowing what words to say and the best way to deal with people. He could push people into a rage or bring them into the present with as much skill as he could blink. It was his skill and his one claim to importance. He had a use because of it. Lacking in his one major category as unfamiliar and intensely uncomfortable. She was too close, he supposed, for him to consider an angle with any amount of stoicism.
He gave an answering thrum of a purr and rubbed his whiskers across her forehead. He knew this wasn't the end of it - far from it. She would have to come to terms with this decision that the spirits had decided on. He didn't put much stock into higher powers, but he was set on the idea that events happened and people came into your life for a reason. It all had a purpose. Miniscule or extreme as that purpose would be. This was too big of an event to not lead to something life changing. The loss of one small life for the change of another. It was a harsh reality but not an unusual one.
His mother had lost kits before and after him. Unlike the shifters, they were but animals at their base. With the trials and instincts that permeated from that. Only they could feel the distinct loss. It was one of the more obvious 'f yous' sent by the universe. To have human feelings and brain patterns yet to battle the urgings of an animal. He'd given it thought before, but it was mind boggling for the best of them. He could only be thankful the Keepers ignored them for the most part. Too few Retros, he expected, to make it worth wild to screw with them.
Her words brought him back and he silenced the purr to listen. His face tightened as she asked and he nodded, even though her eyes had already turned back to the body. She obviously didn't mean right then - he rather doubted if she could actually move at that very moment without losing what bits of herself she had gathered together. She moved closer and he let her rest against him, purring slow soft, offering a steady reassurance. He closed his eyes, breathing in her smell and trying to ignore the dead kitten.
She suddenly moved and his purring stopped as he followed her to his feet. He stretched his lanky body, tail curling behind him. He watched her head out of the den for a moment before turning to the task at hand. His whiskers twitched in pity and not a small amount of distaste. He felt bad for the little thing, and for Athena, and he would do this for her, but he wasn't looking forward to it.
He moved close, and his nose wrinkled. It smelt of death and birth, and a little of Athena. An odd, contradictory conglomeration he did not much care for. He proceeded to dig a deep hole beside the body. He didn't want anything messing with it. Athena would hate him if he didn't do this right. He was aware that she wouldn't want to come back to this spot. No one would. It wasn't a good place, now, and he wasn't going to move the body.
His claws hurt and his pelt was dirty, but when he pushed the kit in and covered it, he was very certain nothing would bother digging it up. He gave the spot a last look, dipping his head a bit in homage before trailing after Athena and out into the dark forest. He rubbed his head along her side as he passed, noting her closed eyes. "It's done."
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Post by athenaa on Jun 25, 2012 16:34:02 GMT -5
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She wasn't sure how long it had been, but her thoughts were everywhere and nowhere all at once; a haze that had her mind in a dull roar that others would have a hard time pushing through. She didn't much care for the idea of powers above that of her leader and mother earth, but she turned her thoughts towards any higher power that could hear her .. if they existed. She wanted to know why they choose this time to take away her cub, this time when she had carried to full term and was so careful; only to have her be born and .. pass but an hour into life.
She hated whatever being chose the fates at this moment, tears threatening to fall as she curled her tail around her frame, her body tense and rigid. She heard him then, coming up beside her and rubbing himself along her side; standing and moving her head to meet his, nudging her forehead against his before stilling. She breathed slowly, the smells of the kit light on his fur along with the whiff of fresh earth, concentrating on making her voice steady before she spoke.
"Th- ... Thank you .. Darrik," she said softly. Though her voice was steady it was quiet and laced with a light sorrow she just couldn't shake from her vocals. "I ... don't know if I could've done it," she said as she opened her eyes to look at him, his coat stained with dirt, even his face. She licked his cheek, cleaning his fur around his face before she sighed and dipped her head under his to rub along him and under his chin as she moved to head down the hill in which her den was located. "We should start to head back before the others start to worry," she said as she went. The path that she followed was engraved in her head even if there was no real evidence or visual wear in the foliage where she slinked through. She hoped no one would press the matter too much when she showed up without a kit in her maw.
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Post by darrik on Jun 26, 2012 18:05:43 GMT -5
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She pressed back into him and he sighed out a breath. He avoided things like this for a reason. Out of control, no logical way to figure it out, and nothing but instinct and connection to work with. It was confusing and it was messy. It was hard on his overly attachable self. It's what kept him from really having more friends. Yet he didn't regret being here for Athena. He didn't regret shouldering part of her burden. He didn't mind it either. The ache in his stomach was for and because of her, but he didn't find it a negative association. If anything it was a reminder that he could indeed care for someone so deeply.
He leaned into her, maybe a little too forcefully, but it was the only way he wanted to express himself right now. His mind refused him more words and even if he had his throat wouldn't have allowed them to pass. He wasn't going to cry, but he wasn't unaffected. He didn't feel all together collected and it made him feel like he was covered in new skin. He huffed at himself, since this wasn't about him and was more about Athena. What she was going through wasn't describable either except by him saying it was so much worse. But that didn't seem like it summed up everything. It also seemed a little lacking.
He only nodded at her words, hoping she could see in his eyes that he had done it just for her. Not many could claim his friendship. Not many could ask anything of him. Not many would receive his whole hearted willingness to do anything to make it better. The fact that he only saw her as a close friend was something that confused the others of the tribe. They were not lovers nor would they ever be. But they were the comfort each needed in this place. Her tongue swiped his face and he didn't offer his normal whining. Then she was off and talking.
He watched her retreating back a moment before bounding after her. He brushed over her side, then in front of her to make her stop. He gave her a slightly chastising look before shifting. The long lean cat was replaced by a long lean man. A human face was more able to express his emotions, but he was using this form for something else entirely. He reached out with large hands. She was a large feline, but he was glad she wasn't a lion or something. He was able to pull her towards him and into his lap with gentle pressure as he sat and leaned against the nearest tree trunk. Greenery fanned out around them and they were shrouded.
He tugged her closer, so her head was under his chin. His hands rubbed over her furred sides in comfort. This was much better. He could surround her like this. "They can wait a bit more."
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Post by athenaa on Jun 28, 2012 21:38:38 GMT -5
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She was ready to face them all and get this over with. She was ready to, sooner than later, push this awful memory behind her with the rest of life's downfalls that she had had. What she didn't expect to happen next, was Darrik coming up alongside her and then stopping her decent towards home. "Darrik .. we need-," she cut herself off as he shifted, watching as the feline became the human male that crouched before her. They both had spent quite a bit of time in human form before, but she had a feeling he was up to something.
She would be right as she stilled herself when he came forward, his digits wrapping around her, now smaller than his, body to pull her into his lap. She shifted in uncertainty, but did not make a move to leave his lap either. She found herself relaxing into his hold then, his hands stroking her sides as she found herself suddenly letting all of her emotions wash over her at once. Her head pulling back and looking up at him with feline eyes before nudging her forehead a little forcefully into the crook of his neck as she shifted. Her feline body stretched and morphed in his lap into a petite dark haired woman. Her legs were stretched out over one side of his lap while her arms where now looped around his neck and her face was still locked into his neck as her shoulders began to shake.
The tears that started down her face felt like hot, scalding water, and her eyes burned from the crying she had down before. Her arms tightened around his neck as her shallow whining turned into sobbing. All at once she just let out her frustration and anger, her sorrow and pain. She realized she trusted him more than she thought; more than she had trusted anyone in a long while. It wasn't a bad thing in her mind, but it was something that had past experiences wanting to recoil and say forget it.
But it was too late. The tears flowed until they couldn't anymore, her tear ducts screaming because they couldn't relieve the tension that had just overflowed down her face and onto his shirt. She curled tighter against him, her eyes always closed, as she cried until her throat was too hoarse and her head felt like it was close to exploding. She moved, pulling her face away from the crook of his neck as she moved her head to wipe her eyes with her shoulder as she blinked her eyes open slowly, her eyes searching for his in the dark. Once she found them the side of her lip twitched in the attempt of a smile before she leaned forward and touched her forehead against his as her eyes closed partially.
Even if she wanted to say anything she couldn't find the words to speak them as she sat there in his arms. She was grateful for one thing and that was certain. The gods put Darrik in her life for a reason - and she would never let him go.
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