Post by Idolatry on Jan 2, 2007 23:35:03 GMT -5
Date: 02/01/2007
Members present: Idolatry, and Seamrog
Non-members present: none
Location: Order of the Wolf
Seamrog's ivory bodice rest against the stream's shore, robust frame sprawled out with front mittens dipped in cool, crystal waters. Cranium's horns had dispersed within her skull and a small patch of fuzz rest in their place, growing a soft tussle of hair. Boxed cranium lay on top of her bulky ligaments, tribal markings colored a soft pink hue. It was unlike her to be in this sort of mood, her stomach showing off the pregnant bulge from the encounter with Idolatry.. which seemed forever ago, by now. She'd isolated herself from the pack since then; hid herself from the view of any packmate that may cross her path. She was ashamed.. embarissed, but most of all depressed. Who would have thought she'd give herself up to some male that she hardly knew? She never thought something like this would be a problem for her.
Idolatry slipped between the shadows of the night, his luminous form reflecting the moon's pale glow with hints of mauve and azure sheens. Alabaster antlers stood out upon the paladin's magestic form, announcing the arrival of the Heavenhound, Idolatry. Flints carried his lean form at a quickened prowl accross the plains, out of his usual desired hanging spot for his scents had picked up on a near fragrance, which was lost to him days, perhaps months ago... Harks pricked to listen attentively for the sounds of any lurkers nearby. The scent had Seam's name written all over it, he was sure she was near. Moving swiftly to stop at the edge of the stream, quarts bent to lower his posterior end to the cooled hearth; harks twitching to the steady pounding of the nearby waterfall. Another symphony of crickets laced the ambience. It was calm, and peaceful in this place. Nares wiggled, again picking up on that same scent. Crystaline voids scanned the opposite side of the stream for his matching pale shadow of a wolfess, but she was nowhere to be seen. A sideways glance finally knocked the stag nearly off his feet as he spotted her with suprize. "Clover! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" He cooed in a worried tone. Crystals fell upon the swollen frame, pregnant with new life growing inside of her. This was parcially his doing... They hadn't even courted, nor agreed to become mates... And here she was, alone, and with his children inside of her. "Clover?" He cooed even softer, stepping up and moving slowly towards the pretty faemme.
Cherub hued brat rolled about to side, exposing robust form to all who craved to see. She was rather large in this form, her stomach twitching with small forms that wormed about inside her. Was it time already? She had hoped not.. She was far from ready to birth these fat, yet angelic hellions. Fae's facial expression turned to pain, snout wrinkling as she went on into labor; a burst of liquids splashing from her entry point. It was the start of the birthing process, the start of life for the little ones resting inside her. Seam's muscular bodice tensed with the extreme pressure being pushed on her walls by the rodents, a grunt being released as she tried to prevent it from slipping out into the open area where danger lurked. The call of her name, from a familiar male, caused her to lose concentration upon holding the child inside. "Idol?!" She yelped in suprise, fleshy colored pinnaes perked to the cry of her dubbing, the child pushed roughly and made her way out into the world. Dear, lord what the heck was that? Seam thought, cringing at the pain; albino snout moving towards her rump to sniff out the little critter. It was a strong one, large and squirming about like the little demon it was. Pinked tongue gave a lash out, instinctively giving the little girl a grooming, cleaning her up and pressing her off towards her underside where child could seek for a teet and nurse. Though the nursing may not last long, as another rodent made it's way towards the 'light at the end of the tunnel'.
Idolatry's purple-tinged harks perked forth in a sudden jolt, as was his body which thrust upon awkwardly placed flints. What the hell was happening to her?? He hadn't had the pleasantries of being with his first dove the moment she'd given birth, but he understood completely when he saw the first sights of that miniscule being slip from her dame's pouch. Love-sick stag had never felt so "part of" in the quickly growing family, as another made it's way towards the exiting shoot. Instinctively, Idol leapt to his awareness -- of course after he'd come back to his sences after the first shock... Boa lowered, offering the runt a quick prod of the velveteen, nudging it over to a teet, then back again for the next; excitement, and such seriousness ran mottled together, worn curiously upon his expression as he once again did the duties of a father.
Growing interested in the brute's reaction to her laboring of giving life to their 'mistake' offspring, she leaned over as he snatched one of the runt girls and placed her near her belly and gently nudged into his cheek with her pink nostrils. Smirk crossed the old girl's lips, bodice shoving out a larger one of the current three. A boy was he, resting with his giant audits flopped over into his small visage. He'd grow into them with time, of course.. but it was still a sight to see. Her panting increased with passing off the last little girl, but, with Idol's help, she felt as if she could be at ease. His being there really helped her first birthing be a glad one.. Atleast now she didn't feel like a who/re that got abandoned by her one night stand. With the four rodents resting in order of which they were birthed, she looked to Idol and spoke, "Do you want to name the first one, darlin'?" Her voice hush-hush as she gazed down upon the children, making sure all was in check.
Idolatry nearly began panting himself, still subcontiously worried for Seam's health as these little creatures fell from her womb, yet too preoccupied to actually show much of anything other than suprize and awareness. Back and forth with the next one.. Then the one after that. Quick prods issued for to the little ones, sure that each had their own teet and that they weren't blindly fighting over one with eachother. Finally the last came, and that one too was brought to the belly of the panting dame. When they were all perfectly lined up, softly sucking along the bloated belly of Clover, Idol stood momentarily peering down at the four progeny. They were wonderful! After a while of gazing down at the little tykes, he managed to pry his attention away with the soft voice of the lass. He looked to her, then settled himself next to their little family, facing Seam with a content expression. A slow nod was issued forth, as he looked back to the "fantastic four", picking out the first little female that was born. She was so beautiful. A perfect collaberation of Idol and Seam, beholding Idol's coating overtop of Seam's lavalamp-like underbelly. "Estoile..." He cooed softly, looking back to Seam. "It means 'Beautiful Star'."
Seamrog's tongue rolled from jowls, her cranium bowing down to rest onto the side of her right shoulder blade. "Hmm.... Tor.. Delude... Sovereign." She spoke in a gentle whisper, perking cherry-blossom pinnaes forth as she stared down upon her offspring. "Tor.. After the beloved Goddess, seeing as she was born under this glorious full moon." She lapped at her dried lips, "Delude, because he may look akward with those long ears and big feet, but who knows.. There may be something more to him that his goofy looks. ... And.. Sovereign, just because My mind is a little drain of energy from the birthing, I'd rather not ponder too much on perfect names for these rodents."
[Since Seamrog only had a few minutes left online, we left it at this so that I could test her portrait out and have it finished for her.]
Members present: Idolatry, and Seamrog
Non-members present: none
Location: Order of the Wolf
Seamrog's ivory bodice rest against the stream's shore, robust frame sprawled out with front mittens dipped in cool, crystal waters. Cranium's horns had dispersed within her skull and a small patch of fuzz rest in their place, growing a soft tussle of hair. Boxed cranium lay on top of her bulky ligaments, tribal markings colored a soft pink hue. It was unlike her to be in this sort of mood, her stomach showing off the pregnant bulge from the encounter with Idolatry.. which seemed forever ago, by now. She'd isolated herself from the pack since then; hid herself from the view of any packmate that may cross her path. She was ashamed.. embarissed, but most of all depressed. Who would have thought she'd give herself up to some male that she hardly knew? She never thought something like this would be a problem for her.
Idolatry slipped between the shadows of the night, his luminous form reflecting the moon's pale glow with hints of mauve and azure sheens. Alabaster antlers stood out upon the paladin's magestic form, announcing the arrival of the Heavenhound, Idolatry. Flints carried his lean form at a quickened prowl accross the plains, out of his usual desired hanging spot for his scents had picked up on a near fragrance, which was lost to him days, perhaps months ago... Harks pricked to listen attentively for the sounds of any lurkers nearby. The scent had Seam's name written all over it, he was sure she was near. Moving swiftly to stop at the edge of the stream, quarts bent to lower his posterior end to the cooled hearth; harks twitching to the steady pounding of the nearby waterfall. Another symphony of crickets laced the ambience. It was calm, and peaceful in this place. Nares wiggled, again picking up on that same scent. Crystaline voids scanned the opposite side of the stream for his matching pale shadow of a wolfess, but she was nowhere to be seen. A sideways glance finally knocked the stag nearly off his feet as he spotted her with suprize. "Clover! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" He cooed in a worried tone. Crystals fell upon the swollen frame, pregnant with new life growing inside of her. This was parcially his doing... They hadn't even courted, nor agreed to become mates... And here she was, alone, and with his children inside of her. "Clover?" He cooed even softer, stepping up and moving slowly towards the pretty faemme.
Cherub hued brat rolled about to side, exposing robust form to all who craved to see. She was rather large in this form, her stomach twitching with small forms that wormed about inside her. Was it time already? She had hoped not.. She was far from ready to birth these fat, yet angelic hellions. Fae's facial expression turned to pain, snout wrinkling as she went on into labor; a burst of liquids splashing from her entry point. It was the start of the birthing process, the start of life for the little ones resting inside her. Seam's muscular bodice tensed with the extreme pressure being pushed on her walls by the rodents, a grunt being released as she tried to prevent it from slipping out into the open area where danger lurked. The call of her name, from a familiar male, caused her to lose concentration upon holding the child inside. "Idol?!" She yelped in suprise, fleshy colored pinnaes perked to the cry of her dubbing, the child pushed roughly and made her way out into the world. Dear, lord what the heck was that? Seam thought, cringing at the pain; albino snout moving towards her rump to sniff out the little critter. It was a strong one, large and squirming about like the little demon it was. Pinked tongue gave a lash out, instinctively giving the little girl a grooming, cleaning her up and pressing her off towards her underside where child could seek for a teet and nurse. Though the nursing may not last long, as another rodent made it's way towards the 'light at the end of the tunnel'.
Idolatry's purple-tinged harks perked forth in a sudden jolt, as was his body which thrust upon awkwardly placed flints. What the hell was happening to her?? He hadn't had the pleasantries of being with his first dove the moment she'd given birth, but he understood completely when he saw the first sights of that miniscule being slip from her dame's pouch. Love-sick stag had never felt so "part of" in the quickly growing family, as another made it's way towards the exiting shoot. Instinctively, Idol leapt to his awareness -- of course after he'd come back to his sences after the first shock... Boa lowered, offering the runt a quick prod of the velveteen, nudging it over to a teet, then back again for the next; excitement, and such seriousness ran mottled together, worn curiously upon his expression as he once again did the duties of a father.
Growing interested in the brute's reaction to her laboring of giving life to their 'mistake' offspring, she leaned over as he snatched one of the runt girls and placed her near her belly and gently nudged into his cheek with her pink nostrils. Smirk crossed the old girl's lips, bodice shoving out a larger one of the current three. A boy was he, resting with his giant audits flopped over into his small visage. He'd grow into them with time, of course.. but it was still a sight to see. Her panting increased with passing off the last little girl, but, with Idol's help, she felt as if she could be at ease. His being there really helped her first birthing be a glad one.. Atleast now she didn't feel like a who/re that got abandoned by her one night stand. With the four rodents resting in order of which they were birthed, she looked to Idol and spoke, "Do you want to name the first one, darlin'?" Her voice hush-hush as she gazed down upon the children, making sure all was in check.
Idolatry nearly began panting himself, still subcontiously worried for Seam's health as these little creatures fell from her womb, yet too preoccupied to actually show much of anything other than suprize and awareness. Back and forth with the next one.. Then the one after that. Quick prods issued for to the little ones, sure that each had their own teet and that they weren't blindly fighting over one with eachother. Finally the last came, and that one too was brought to the belly of the panting dame. When they were all perfectly lined up, softly sucking along the bloated belly of Clover, Idol stood momentarily peering down at the four progeny. They were wonderful! After a while of gazing down at the little tykes, he managed to pry his attention away with the soft voice of the lass. He looked to her, then settled himself next to their little family, facing Seam with a content expression. A slow nod was issued forth, as he looked back to the "fantastic four", picking out the first little female that was born. She was so beautiful. A perfect collaberation of Idol and Seam, beholding Idol's coating overtop of Seam's lavalamp-like underbelly. "Estoile..." He cooed softly, looking back to Seam. "It means 'Beautiful Star'."
Seamrog's tongue rolled from jowls, her cranium bowing down to rest onto the side of her right shoulder blade. "Hmm.... Tor.. Delude... Sovereign." She spoke in a gentle whisper, perking cherry-blossom pinnaes forth as she stared down upon her offspring. "Tor.. After the beloved Goddess, seeing as she was born under this glorious full moon." She lapped at her dried lips, "Delude, because he may look akward with those long ears and big feet, but who knows.. There may be something more to him that his goofy looks. ... And.. Sovereign, just because My mind is a little drain of energy from the birthing, I'd rather not ponder too much on perfect names for these rodents."
[Since Seamrog only had a few minutes left online, we left it at this so that I could test her portrait out and have it finished for her.]