Post by Stryker Loup Garou on Apr 21, 2011 0:51:00 GMT -7
It had been just over a year since I escaped, killed my tormentor, reunited with my sister and family and clan, rescued my daughter, found out about my miscarried son and became official mates with Midian, the love of my life. In that year it was one of the most surreal times ever, thinking it was only a dream, knowing it wasn't because my dreams were never that fulfilling. I knew my parents were dead, with the munin and looking after my son Jayke. Still mourning for them, as I knew I probably always would, there was another set of parents that I had and would always have; Syren and Cole. Part of me wondered if Arwen ever needed parental guidance, having been older than I was when my parents died. Some days it felt like it was my fault, a stupid pup who wandered over the line, snapping a twig against my paw. That alerted the hunters to my location, forcing me to flee. In theory I could have run home, but the thought of others getting hurt, the clan, everyone I loved, it was too much. I couldn't let them get hurt or even die because of my mistake.
That was in the past, and as time healed my wounds, it was becoming more and more easier to deal with. Having Arya around helped, as well as my sister, best friend, mate etc. Just thinking about it made me swell with happiness. Arya was just a ball of energy, keeping me on my toes at all times. However, that wasn't something to complain about; I adored spending time with her, and her father Midian had indeed become a great father as I knew he would. We both made mistakes, as normal for newbie parents, and no-one was perfect so it was still a learning curve. Waking up next to Midian with all these thoughts, it was a surprise I could keep them at bay for that long. Stretching out beside his sleeping form, tilting my head to the side to listen to the calm beat of his heart, his deep sleep breathing as his chest rose and fell with each air intake. To think he was mine, my mate, still thrilled me. I'd always loved him, and always thought that with my disappearance he'd take someone else for a mate.
Slightly stretching, running a hand through his messy, bed ridden hair, I suppressed a chuckle before I lithely leaped from the bed, feeling a wave of sickness jolt through the pit of my stomach. This wasn't the first time I'd felt sick either, but it was the first time it hit with me such intensity. Moving as slow as I could out of the shared tent, crossing to the bushes, I bent down to inhale the calming scent of the outdoors. I had learned that sometimes the best cure for feeling ill was sniffing the primal nature, not tainted by humanity and its hand of destruction. Pressing a hand to my coiling stomach, I breathed, trying to avoid throwing up; I had not been sick like this before, and as far as I was aware, werewolves hardly ever got sick. I never experienced much of my pregnancy with Jayke, nor Arya from the drugs they pumped me with; most of that time I was so incoherent I doubted whether I'd remember if I got him with a semi going two hundred miles an hour. A bit of an exaggeration I'm sure.
What would one of the elders, Syren and Cole and co, what would they say? Listen to my instincts. I knew I hadn't eaten anything off, I wasn't sick, and, I had slept with Midian a couple of months ago. Thinking I was too damaged even for that sort of intimacy, I'd been dead wrong. Disbelief washed over my features as I felt all blood drain from my face in and instant. We never used protection, why bother when we were both clean and we were going to spend the rest of our lives together? I knew I needed to see Syren first, as a female I felt she'd understand more. I had nothing against Cole but, it was kind of intimidating to tell them both my suspicions. I'd let him know after Syren, and that meant Arwen would need to be summoned, Synge, Arya, Midian himself. More than that I wanted Syren and Cole's blessing; they were my parents and they'd be the grandparents too. Just like with Arya. I wasn't too worried about reactions; Midian would be over the moon since he always felt that way about Arya, and now more added to our family.
Knowing they'd both be awake, I kept my conscious open towards Midian so when he woke he'd know where I was instantly; it would help keep him calm in case he panicked. Taking a quick breathe, I padded through the Luna, greeting those that were awake at this time, sniffing the air as the breakfast being cooked and served reached my nostrils. Oh yea, feasts were just amazing; really it was all you could eat, werewolves ate a lot, so imagine a huge clan needing to be feed. We had mass amounts of food and none of it got wasted. We knew how much to serve. The cooks had an instinct, a knack for it. Reaching the main table where Cole and Syren were perched, I dipped my head politely; they were my parents but they were still the Alpha and Lupa. "Alpha Cole, Lupa Syren. Can I, talk to you Mom? I'll need you too after this Dad." I spoke, hoping he wouldn't be offended. As soon as the talk was over I'd get all my family here so they could all be in the loop.
That was in the past, and as time healed my wounds, it was becoming more and more easier to deal with. Having Arya around helped, as well as my sister, best friend, mate etc. Just thinking about it made me swell with happiness. Arya was just a ball of energy, keeping me on my toes at all times. However, that wasn't something to complain about; I adored spending time with her, and her father Midian had indeed become a great father as I knew he would. We both made mistakes, as normal for newbie parents, and no-one was perfect so it was still a learning curve. Waking up next to Midian with all these thoughts, it was a surprise I could keep them at bay for that long. Stretching out beside his sleeping form, tilting my head to the side to listen to the calm beat of his heart, his deep sleep breathing as his chest rose and fell with each air intake. To think he was mine, my mate, still thrilled me. I'd always loved him, and always thought that with my disappearance he'd take someone else for a mate.
Slightly stretching, running a hand through his messy, bed ridden hair, I suppressed a chuckle before I lithely leaped from the bed, feeling a wave of sickness jolt through the pit of my stomach. This wasn't the first time I'd felt sick either, but it was the first time it hit with me such intensity. Moving as slow as I could out of the shared tent, crossing to the bushes, I bent down to inhale the calming scent of the outdoors. I had learned that sometimes the best cure for feeling ill was sniffing the primal nature, not tainted by humanity and its hand of destruction. Pressing a hand to my coiling stomach, I breathed, trying to avoid throwing up; I had not been sick like this before, and as far as I was aware, werewolves hardly ever got sick. I never experienced much of my pregnancy with Jayke, nor Arya from the drugs they pumped me with; most of that time I was so incoherent I doubted whether I'd remember if I got him with a semi going two hundred miles an hour. A bit of an exaggeration I'm sure.
What would one of the elders, Syren and Cole and co, what would they say? Listen to my instincts. I knew I hadn't eaten anything off, I wasn't sick, and, I had slept with Midian a couple of months ago. Thinking I was too damaged even for that sort of intimacy, I'd been dead wrong. Disbelief washed over my features as I felt all blood drain from my face in and instant. We never used protection, why bother when we were both clean and we were going to spend the rest of our lives together? I knew I needed to see Syren first, as a female I felt she'd understand more. I had nothing against Cole but, it was kind of intimidating to tell them both my suspicions. I'd let him know after Syren, and that meant Arwen would need to be summoned, Synge, Arya, Midian himself. More than that I wanted Syren and Cole's blessing; they were my parents and they'd be the grandparents too. Just like with Arya. I wasn't too worried about reactions; Midian would be over the moon since he always felt that way about Arya, and now more added to our family.
Knowing they'd both be awake, I kept my conscious open towards Midian so when he woke he'd know where I was instantly; it would help keep him calm in case he panicked. Taking a quick breathe, I padded through the Luna, greeting those that were awake at this time, sniffing the air as the breakfast being cooked and served reached my nostrils. Oh yea, feasts were just amazing; really it was all you could eat, werewolves ate a lot, so imagine a huge clan needing to be feed. We had mass amounts of food and none of it got wasted. We knew how much to serve. The cooks had an instinct, a knack for it. Reaching the main table where Cole and Syren were perched, I dipped my head politely; they were my parents but they were still the Alpha and Lupa. "Alpha Cole, Lupa Syren. Can I, talk to you Mom? I'll need you too after this Dad." I spoke, hoping he wouldn't be offended. As soon as the talk was over I'd get all my family here so they could all be in the loop.
