My Beloved Elixir -Tor-

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-13.jpg] The sink hole was a treacherous place that was filled with more luscious and rare vegetation than the rest of the jungle, but populated with death traps of sinking sand and that just happened to be Scorch favourite spot. No trespasser could ever hope to survive the walk through the sink hole and this was why Scorch had chosen to make his den, and that of his family's within its grasp. With excellent cover the Don could be sure his lovely mate and maybe future family would be safe and it was this specially chosen location that Scorch now made his diligent way to as his body easily moved through the shadows that lurked day and night in the forest. Like a soul hooked on a mysterious poison, being away from Tor too long depleted the male of his reserves and true to his nature he now sought out the female with a frenetic passion. Scorch knew she could care for herself, but it did not hinder his protective and territorial nature. He wanted nothing but the best for his mate and Donna, and he had strived to achieve it, though nothing seemed to fully satisfy the male except being in her presence. Not only was the Donna his strength, but she was his weakness and should anything happen to her Scorch would be left without a soul...Or perhaps the soul he would be left with would be taken by the spectre that constantly lurked in the corner of his eye, waiting and watching for any sign of weakness. A grin of hope lit his face up, he could only hope that Tor was with pups for the Don desired heirs to his reign, strong wolves that would take his place and ensure his family’s claim on the mafia for future generations. His mate was strong, and their lineage would be comprised of confident and intelligent pups that hungered for power as much as their father and under their tutelage they would grow to be the strongest wolves their generation would ever see. Chuckling in unconcealed delight Scorch became absorbed with his fantasy, his dream and his hope. Of course, should his last attempt have succeeded then he would have to wait to mate with Tor and satisfy his own primal instincts. A small price to pay, Scorch decided, and there were always other ways of displaying his affections. He did not know how to raise pups; he hoped that Tor would have the basic female instinct for that. But he did know how to train and he would train his descendants how to fight, survive and prosper and as his heirs they would receive the utter most best that the mafia had to offer. Nodding his head to himself in frank determination the lupus hurried his pace as he pushed forward to his den. The den he had chosen to make lay in a deep dugout burrow, sheltered by a canopy of thick branches that rested upon two large rocks the den was spacious, well camouflaged and with a lining of exotic feathers and animal pelt was well insulated and notably comfortable. A den fit for a king and his queen, thought Scorch with satisfaction. He moved inside to sit, howling out a call for his mate as he sat patiently waiting for the object of his deep desire and unbreakable love to make an appearance. Scorch's Song

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[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] Tor wasn't in the best mood, she had left the comfort of her nice warm den to go out and hunt but due to her now bulky state she had failed miserably. Her awkward gait had caused her to trip on a stone and scare the jackalope away. And to add onto it she had unknowingly walked right into the sink hole. She had managed to pull herself out thanks to a nearby tree root but now she was filthy and determined to get back to the den to clean herself up. She hadn't seen Scorch since that night by the clear-eyed pool and since then her stomach had doubled its size and by now it was clear she was pregnant and that her pups would be due soon. She still couldn't believe she was going to be a mother, she had no clue how to raise pups as her own mother had refused to care for her. She just hoped when the time came she would be a better mother than her own had been. When she came close to her and Scorch's den she quickened her pace, longing to take a nap in the comforts of the den. She had already made herself a nice comfortable spot in which Scorch had placed a few fur pelts and then lined it with the multicoloured feathers of the tropical birds that lived within the jungle. As she came in sight of the large rock sheltered by the canopy of thick branches she was just in time to hear Scorch's call and catch his scent. She knew he was waiting for her as she stuck her head in her yellow eyes lighting up the dim den seeing Scorch's dark form laying against the wall on his side of the den. Good. she thought. She had been close to snapping at him for being on the wrong side. She gave him a nod then collapsed on her fur bed with a quiet sigh. She was exausted and if Scorch was smart he wouldn't bug her. (OOC: Made it a bit longer because of the wait)

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-13.jpg] Scorch`s ears pricked forward as he heard something moving through the forest, eyes piercing the tropical gloom of the day. He did not recognize the steps and tensed, prepared to ensure the security of his den. Back legs slightly lifted he remained ready to pounce and as the sound neared her...saw Tor? Initial surprise flickered across his face, quickly replace by a smug smile of satisfaction. Tor was with pup, and it appeared as though they would be no scrawny wolf by the size of her pregnancy. It was no wonder he had not initially recognized her sound or smell, it seemed that carrying pups changed everything. In fact what he now smelled was a scent sweeter than usual and his nostrils flared as he drank the scent up. Resisting the urge to howl out in pride he instead kept quiet as he noted the mud stuck to his mate`s fur and her disgruntled look. It did little to dissipate the grin on his maw as he moved closer and began to gently lick off Tor`s fur, massaging her with his firm tongue as he cleaned her pelt and returned it to its grand luster. Almost purring his voice was laced with thick pride, "Hello my dear, how lovely you look with our pups, rest and take it easy. You needn`t worry for I am here to care for you, I have sent Lorak on a mission to other packs so that I may stay by your side." With Tor's fur now clean he got up and moved to a small dugout in the far corner of the den that he had confectioned to hold his prey that he caught for Tor and eventually for the pups. True enough he had not had time to properly fill it with recent pack events, but a plump bird fattened by the summer`s pillaging lay slaughtered in waiting never t he less, fresh from his previous day`s hunt. It had been the prize of his hunting, the plumpest of the birds and a rarer species at that. The flesh was said to be notably more nourishing than other birds due to the bird`s unique diet. Dragging it out he made sure not to get any blood on the soft pets lining the den and deposited it at Tor's paws. Nodding with satisfaction he noted, "Like I said, all you need to do now is rest love and bring our heirs into life." He gave her an affectionate nuzzle before settling back down into his corner, taking up less space to give the enlarged Tor more room. Scorch knew without a doubt there was no better female to carry his young and no better mother to nurse them to strength and the new festival would be homage to this formidable wolf and their pups. It did certainly appear as though she was coming well along and he wondered if the pups might in fact be born before the All Hallows Eve proceedings. But he would discuss the proceedings with his mate after she had rested a bit. Scorch's Song

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[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] With Scorch's soothing licks Tor calmed down some, closing her eyes his rough yet gentle tongue slowly putting her to sleep. But when he stopped and a rustling sound started up, she opened her eye a crack to observe what he was up to. Lifting her head up immediately when she scented food, she was starving and would eat practically anything. Smiling as her mate dragged a particulary plump bird from the back of the den. She immediately grabbed it and started tearing into the tender meat savouring the flavour as it slid down her throat. But what happened her next startled her completely and with a yelp she dropped the bird and cringed. Waves of pain worse than ever started to ripple across her stomach, she yelped once again reaching for a twig she had spotted next to her but she quickly snapped it in two when another wave came across her. She had no clue what to do, she dropped her head to the ground panting heavily her eyes shut tightly hoping the pain would pass but when another wave hit her so did the realization that her pups were coming. "SCORCH!" she moaned "The pups! Help!" she knew he couldn't help no one could this was her battle and hers alone and she was determined to get through it. But that was all she could say as the pain rippled through her again this time harder than ever causing her to howl in pain. She tried to breathe but her breaths were short and sharp trying to keep her head through this. Soon it would be over and she would be able to rest. Taking a sharp breath once again she forced herself to open her eyes staring at Scorch as her fur began to crackle filling the room with electricity. She struggled to remain in control of her power so that she would not harm her mate or her pups once they had come. (OOC: sorry for the inasanely long wait, first birthing thread ever I think I failed miserably, lost muse halfway through) :\

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-18.png] ooc: In liquid time, ie in other posts it will jsut be assumed this thread happened 3 weeks ago, making the pups three weeks old to keep with the order of stuff, and I do not consider that reply to be a horrible fail. lol The Don's administrations appeared to be working, much to his relief as an angry Donna was not only a danger to the pups but to Scorch as well, lightning not being something to be taken lightly. He smiled, a loving look in his eye, that was a rare occurrence to behold indeed, as he looked upon his mate. However, it was shock and panic that soon graced his features as Tor gave a yelp of pain, crying out to the Don who remained stupefied on the spot. Blues eye widening he look upon as his mate was taken by the first pains of birth. Petrified Scorch resisted the urge to run for the hills, he had no experience with females giving birth, and to see his mate in so much pain ripped him up from the inside out as worry lines creased his face. Totally out of his element he cringed, his mind running a mile a minute. What could he do, he was no nurse! He specialized in giving pain, not in the ways of females and giving births! Not to mention the Donna was obviously in enough pain to be having difficulty controlling her element as the energy of electricity began to fill the den. Whining a little in his concern he could only move to the other side of the Donna and lie against her back to keep her warm. Scorch wanted Tor to know that even though he was helpless against taking away the pain, he was still there for his agonizing mate. Although the small shocks coming from her fur were not pleasant he stayed put, attempting to silently encourage his mate in her battle. Her breathing was coming out irregularly and his ears stood at attention as he said, "Breathe love, you have got to keep breathing." If the she-wolf stopped breathing it would surely result in a terrible outcome, what that might be could only be guessed by the Don. Scorch's Song

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[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] SInce her eyes were closed and her focus was elsewhere Tor didn't even realize that Scorch had come close to her until she could feel his hot breath on her now sweat covered fur. His soothing words filling her ears giving her encouragement. She started to calm down getting her element under control so as not to lose the energy she so desperately needed at this point. She continued to breath and as another spasm passed through her mere seconds after she felt a bit better, opening her eyes and turning her head she could see a little pup covered in birthing fluids. Immediately she yelled to Scorch, "Clean it!" She could feel the pain returning again and knowing another pup was on its way she lay her head back down ready to battle through it once again. Surprisingly it went a lot faster than the first. She continued to breath now calm and under control as two more pups came, ordering Scorch to clean them off. She prepared for another pup but when none came she knew that was all. She was exausted from it all but when she looked down at the three pups now at her belly, she knew it was worth it. She nudged them closer, observing them. She had two sons and one daughter. Looking up she stared at Scorch, a smile on her face, her eyes glowing with pride. "They're gorgeous." she whispered. They were strong, and their fur colours were dazzling. She looked at the largest of the litter, the black, silver and blue male before looking at Scorch. "He reminds me of you." The pup whined loudly a sort of high pitched whine she hadn't heard before. "He's bit loud, I think we should call him Banshee don't you think?" She giggled a bit knowing Scorch would agree. "My little Banshee, and this one I think we should call Tearen, he looks like the stars." She said nuzzling the dark blue pups with silver speckles scattered over his fur. Finally reaching the small silver, red, black and blue pup she whispered "Pandora." With that she lay back and closed her eyes, immediately falling asleep.