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Post by Rykett on Jul 27, 2015 12:12:49 GMT -5
Mysti:
No... There was no doubt in Mysti's mind who was the pups' father. She paled as she tried to stay calm. "Pregnant!? I can barely take care of myself, how will I every take care of pups?" Tears spilled down her face. If Striken knew, he'd figure out who the sire was. "Don't tell Striken, please, he never approved of my choice of a mate... I guess he was right, but I don't know what he'd do if he knew..."
Savu was lost her... Mysti hadn't ever gotten over it. Now a part of him would be born. That part of him would be a reminder... Mysti wished she could turn back time, but at the same time she was suddenly the happiest wolf in the world.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 12:25:15 GMT -5
Calypso was surprised at her reaction. Mysti seemed mortified. Her ears golden back in shock, and she stumbled back as if she had been hit. "I-I won't tell him." She whispered. [/b]"Everything's going to be okay. It's a blessing really. I've akways wanted pups, but I never found anyone I wanted to share them with..."[/b] She thought if Striken.
She wouldn't tell Mysti she liked him. That was too personal. "If you need me just bark." Calypso turned Thailand exited, coughing all the way, she needed to go. But not yet....White Magic could wait. Calypso sat guard outside of Mysti's den, not knowing what else she should do.
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Post by Rykett on Jul 27, 2015 13:51:23 GMT -5
Mysti:
Mysti could tell how shocked Calypso was from Mysti's reaction. Most mothers would be joyful at the news of pups. These pups wouldn't know their father. They wouldn't have one and they'd always be struggling since Mysti couldn't provide everything they needed. Still Mysti had always wished to have pups. Especially after she met Savu, this was a dream come true. "I've always wanted them, too, but..." Mysti whispered trailing off as Calypso left.
She was alone again. Except she wasn't alone, her unborn pups stirred inside her. She lay down against the wall of her den. Her belly was bulging from the pup. Mysti was rounder that she'd ever been. Thoughts of Savu swirled in her head. Would she ever be able to bring the pups to him? Would he ever see his children? Pain streaked through her. Mysti caught her breath trying not to scream. A root hung down from the dirt above and Mysti bit into it. She clung to that root for the next hour while the pain attacked her. After what seemed like forever, it faded leaving Mysti exhausted. She turned her head to see what had come of all the pain. The forms of four, no, five pups lay unmoving on the ground. They were tiny. Mysti nudged them, joy filling her. That joy didn't linger for long. One by one Mysti licked her children. Each was motionless and didn't breath expect for the last one. The newborn male was struggling for breath though.
Mysti brought him close to her warmth. The movement from the pup was comforting despite the way that his breathing was irregular and labored. The tears spilled into the soil as she cried. They were all dead except for one. It was her fault. Maybe if she worked harder to keep herself healthy, they would be alive. At least she should name the survivor. After a moment of thought, she licked the russet pup and whispered, "Jekyll"She suckled Jekyll at her belly then called for Calypso, "Calypso..." Her voice was filled with despair and weak with exhaustion.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 15:04:57 GMT -5
Calypso gad fallen asleep, her head hsnging into her chest, her neck bent uncomfortably. When her sharp ears heard the whisper of Mysti she perked up. Striken wasn't back yet. But that didnt matter not now. The pale blue shewolf dashed inside, there would be pups if her nose did not betray her.
The shewolf arrived inside the dark, warm den. There on the earth were four unmoving, cold figures. There were two shepups, that had the sand coloring, joined together at the hip. It was good they had died, they would have never had a nonslip life and wolves would look upon them as monstrosities. She turned her line gaze towards the remaining two. They seemed healthy, but they were definitely dead. Calypso nudged their small bodies, in futile hope. Nothing, no gasp, no whimper. They were dead. But then she heard the sound if suckling.
Calypso turned to see a russet red pup with glossy markings. He was a tough pup compared to the others, yet he suffered an impediment of the lungs, it was apparent in the shallow, rocky sounds if his breathing. "Mysti...I'm so sorry. But to keep this one alive, I need you to dry his fur. I'm going to....to bury them." Calypso carried the pups two by two outside.
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Post by Rykett on Jul 27, 2015 17:12:24 GMT -5
Mysti:
Mysti nodded, sadly. She blew gentle on Jekyll's fur. Her first instinct was to lick him, but that would only get him more wet. Anything wet wouldn't last long in Winter. Winter, why had she had pups in Winter? Then again, it wasn't her fault that the season wasn't right. It wasn't Savu's fault either. It was only a mistake. A mistake that innocent little Jekyll would pay for his entire life. Mysti's watched as her children were carried out of the den, despairing every second.
Striken:
Striken returned carrying two rabbits. Though the rabbits weren't very plump, they would feed the two females that waited for him. Calypso was coming out of Mysti's den. The pale she-wolf was holding something. The something was two somthings. They were furry and had noses and paws and ears... Pups?"Calypso? Whose pups are those?" A fear was growing his mind. Calypso had out of Mysti's den and those pups looked somewhat similar to Musti.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 17:33:50 GMT -5
Calypso's piercing lime green eyes shifted up to meet Striken's gaze. Who's pups are these? Calypsi couldn't say. It didnt matter that her mouth was blocked by newborn fur, her throat was choked up. Then Striken's firm blurred. That was weird. Calypso blinked, and it cleared slightly before blurring again. The shewolf realized she was tearing up. She shook her head and flicked her tail in the direction of the den she had just left.
The den that was emanating despair, and muted joy. She shook her head again and carried the pups into the forest.
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Post by Rykett on Jul 28, 2015 12:59:59 GMT -5
Striken:
There were definitely tears in Calypso's eyes. She didn't say a word just just flicked her tail towards the den. Striken ducked inside. The den's air was tinted with the smell of death, but new life was there too. There his sister lay. Her eyes were a stormy blue and tears freely traced down her cheeks. She looked up as he entered, fear flickered in those tear-filled eyes. Striken immediately saw the pup. It's siblings must've died. Calypso was probably burying the bodies. He sniffed the russet and gray pup. The little male smelled like Mysti and... Savu.
Striken hadn't found Mysti in time. The ashy hair ball caused Mysti this despair. Striken would get him for hurting his sister! A growled rumbled in his throat, but the terrified look in Mysti eyes made him choke up. She knew his intentions. Despite his disapproval, she loved Savu and here he was trying to take it away from her. He'd cause her more pain than that Savu character ever could. Striken licked Mysti, comfortingly. She couldn't meet his amber eyes. "What's his name?" he asked, looking down at the newborn, and dropping the rabbits he still carried in front of Mysti. "Jekyll," her voice was soft and quiet as a whisper.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 13:17:33 GMT -5
Calypso had just finished burying the four pups. Their fur covered in a thick layer of frozen dirt. Her tears froze against her fur, creating crystalline structures. This reminded the shewolf of her own power. She wished she could heal Mysti's broken heart, but her power did not function in that way. The shewolf padded back through the dreary grey forest, her paws covered in black earth. She looked inside of Mysti's den, where everything had happened.
She wanted to enter, but did not want to intrude. She had only known Striken for about two months, she knew his sister Mysti, for less than one. She was not yet part of this broken family. Calypso was shocked at the thought out word 'yet'. Did she plan to become part of it? She did not know. Suddenly Calypso felt like howling. It was tradition in her family. Whenever a loved one died, they howled. Whenever a new life began, they howled. So she did.
Calypso raised her elegant bluish white head towards the stormy sky and howled. Her voice started out low and sad, telling the take of the four stillborn pups. Then as her howl went on it flew to a higher pitch, telling of new and delicate life, the sick pup Jekyll.
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Post by Rykett on Jul 28, 2015 20:17:50 GMT -5
Mysti:
Her ears flicked at Calypso's howl. Near the end, Mysti added her voice to the chorus. Striken's howl came in a second afterward. Mysti knew she had the support of her pack in these trials. They would help her care for her little Jekyll. Mysti was sure that the winter was bringing as much luck in hunting as it did her. They wouldn't have much food. Striken left her side about an hour later. The sun was setting and the male needed to return to his den. He took one of the rabbits he'd caught so he could give it to Calypso and left the other for Mysti.
Mysti's predication about not having much food proved itself true during the next week. Mysti gave every bit of herself to her pup. Though she was always on the brink of starvation, Jekyll remained somewhat plump. He wasn't as round as a healthy, normal wolf pup, but he survived. Mysti was always in the den when she wasn't hunting.
His eyes would open soon. Mysti could tell in the way his eyelids kept twitching. His ears seemed more alert as if he was also on the brink of hearing as well as seeing. No doubt he wouldn't have the best senses until he grew a bit more, but soon he would at least see her, bedraggled and nearly starving as she was. "I love you, Jekyll," Mysti whispered licking the pup, gently.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 21:27:44 GMT -5
Calypso ended her howl and returned to her own den, coughed for a minute before slipping away into the depths if sleep. She woke up to find the rabbit and ate it thankfully, she was not in the mood for arguing.
Over time she grew sicker. She would hunt with Striken as often as she could. She coughed alot in his presence but whenever it got too bad she hid herself. There the snow became stained with the blood from her lungs. Recently the shewolf had gained a new symptom, chills. She expierenced horrible shivers every night. She feared she would freeze, sleeping alone. ———————————-
Calypso woke, shivering, the cold had seeped into her bones. She slid from her den and into the meager winters sun. It warmed her pelt slightly though she was still as cold as ice. The pale blue shewolf wished her power would work for her internal sickness, but nothing helped. She whimpered slightly as she stretched, her stiff limbs refusing to relax. She felt like she was frozen as she went to check on Mysti. Seeing that she, and Jekyll were as healthy as they could be, she went to check in Striken. Over the time since the birth of Mysti's pups she had acted as a healer, but she knew that to serve properly, she needed to visit White Magic. "S-st-Striken? Are you doing okay?" She stuttered as her teeth chattered.
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Post by Rykett on Aug 5, 2015 23:12:40 GMT -5
Striken:
Striken stretched slowly. A yawn escaped his maw in a puff of white. He shook himself the rest of the way awake. Winter's chill still lingered as Spring approached. Calypso's voice called from outside. "Of course, I'm okay, Calypso. The only thing currently bothering me is worried thoughts of you." He slipped out of his den. The pale blue wolf was shivering. Striken wrapped himself around the female trying to warm her. She was so cold. It felt as though she was about to freeze. How many more nights sleeping alone would she survive? "Promise me you will go to White Magic tomorrow. No complaining! I'm sure Mysti like to go as well. Jekyll's condition hasn't improved as we've been hoping. Plus I can't stand seeing you suffering."
In the month that'd passed after Jekyll's birth, they'd all suffered. All had struggled to find enough food. Striken had been sure to get Calypso enough to eat, and he'd also been able to scrap by, but he had never found enough to give Mysti much food. The coming Spring would help every one this year. Now it was time that they visited White Magic. She'd help them recover from the harsh winter.
Mysti:
Jekyll's eyes with amber. A beautiful orangey yellow that were almost identical to her brother's. Every day Jekyll had become more lucid. He started understanding Mysti's words. Now he was starting to speak a couple words back. He'd soon be talking fully.
Mysti peered outside the den. Jekyll would be anxious to explore the world outside. She'd let him venture out a bit once he woke. The she-wolf smiled and nuzzled her pup softly. His russet fur was rough because the hardships they'd both faced in the winter. At least those trials were nearly past.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2015 10:31:41 GMT -5
Calypso:
Calypso had no strength to smile at him and reassure him. It was no use. He knew she was very sick, she knew she was more than that. And the feeling that clutched her every fiber told her that she would give in this time. She would travel to the great healer White Magic. She nodded and pressed herself no him, lime green eyes closing.
It was very strange to have such a sickness. While Striken's hot breath billowed out in a puff of steam, her breath was just as cold as the air and was clear. That couldn't be a good sign. She inhaled his electric scent with comfort, her trembling legs stilling for a moment. "Striken? If I don't make it to tomorrow..." She opened her bright eyes and looked at him. "I just want you to know, that I think I...I love you, Striken." Her voice shifted from the shaky unsure voice, to a strong, confident voice, telling him that she meant what she said.
Jekyll:
The pup gazed around, his amber eyes sleepy. He had just woken up and he wanted to go to back to the dreamscape. That place was much better than this. He shifted his position and closed his eyes again. Only recently had his eyes flickered open, his ears had shortly followed. But Jekyll had soon realized the world that he was born in wasn't the best place to be. In fact, he hated it. His breathing was rough, shallow and labored, the icy air was clear at least. He buried his body into his mothers gray fur, trying to share some of her warmth.
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Post by Rykett on Aug 8, 2015 5:23:52 GMT -5
Striken:
Calypso's words sent emotions of fear and some excitement flying through Striken. They were filled with foreboding of a dangerously possible possibility that Striken hadn't dared to accept. The possibility that this sickness might take Calypso's life. The stormy male felt himself shudder slightly at the thought of losing Calypso. He would never let that happen. Never...
"I... I love you, too!" Striken nearly choked on the words. They were true and he'd hadn't allowed himself to believe them until now. "And I'm not going to let you..." Striken swallowed the next word before it left his mouth. That was not a reality, yet. No need to throw the possibility of death in Calypso's face. After a pause, he continued, "At least not without a fight. I know there's something I can do to help other than escorting you straight to White Magic..."
Mysti:
Mysti felt movement beside her as Jekyll awoke. She felt him snuggle deep into her fur. She licked the pup gently whispering, "Would you like to go explore?" Hopefully this simple question would lift the pup's spirit. Jekyll should be excited to see more of the world, but Mysti wasn't sure if that would be his reaction. Jekyll was such a solemn pup. What words he spoke were tinged with sadness and he never seemed happy like the way Mysti was when she fondly recalled her puphood days rolling with her siblings. Was it healthy for Jekyll to be like this? Mysti couldn't tell if this was part of Jekyll's growing personality or a side effect of his condition, since she hadn't raised a pup before. Instincts guided most of Mysti's actions in caring for Jekyll, but she always doubted whether she was doing things right.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 12:41:25 GMT -5
Calypso: Tears began to spring from her eyes. Not so much in sadness but in joy. If course, sadness was present, but Calypso felt like she wouldn't live very long, so she decided to do what she could and make the most out of it. She was determined not to go yet. She would at least go to the infamous White Magic. If she couldn't be cured then, she would willingly pass on. Well, maybe she would choose to stay in the valley, as a ghost. The pale shewolf shook her head. No. She wouldn't start thinking about those things. It hadn't come to that. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her. No! Don't close your eyes. Don't sleep. Close your eyes and the cold will take you. Shiver and remember that you will see the dawn. Her sisters voice rang through her mind. She looked up into Striken's eyes. "Im feeling, tired." she felt a shiver rake through her. She needed to rest, she was afraid but she was sure Striken would wake her up if she started to...go. "Will you make sure I don't...when I sleep? Keep me warm?" A few days ago she would've insisted on sleeping alone. But now. She wanted him as close to her as possible.
Jekyll: He frowned, his eyelids squeezing ever tighter. "No." He whispered quietly, and placed his paws over his head. He just wanted to sleep. Moving hurt his chest. Too much breathing. Sleeping was nicer. It didnt hurt enough.
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Post by Rykett on Aug 9, 2015 22:39:41 GMT -5
Striken:
Such a simple request, yet it might mean life or death to Calypso. "Of course I will, Striken said softly. He helped Calypso to her feet, supporting most of her weight then escorted her back inside her den. It was small for two wolves, but they both had enough room to move. Striken wrapped himself around Calypso. His body was pressed against hers despite having space. He sighed, enjoying the feel of her pale blue fur and inhaling her scent. If Calypso survived this next freezing night, they would seek help from White Magic... that was if the journey wasn't too much for Calypso. Then there was another problem if White Magic decided not to help. Too many 'if's. At least one thing was definite, that Calypso was still alive.
Mysti:
"It's a big world out there. There's tons to see, tons to feel, tons to smell, and tons to hear. Are you sure you don't want to go out there?" Mysti said gently. She looked at her pup, worried. He was hiding his face beneath his paws and his breathing was irregular as always. "Jekyll, honey?" her voice hid none of her concern. She wished that there was something she could do that'd comfort him. A quiet song began to flow unbidden from her mouth. While a soft, beautiful melody hummed through Mysti, the words were almost inaudible.
"These woods feel wrong The shadows deepen I cannot seem to operate And you, my love, are gone
So glide away on winter winds And promise not to promise anymore And should you return to me Then I will take, then I will take The chain from off my heart."
Mysti wasn't completely sure were the lyrics came from, but she knew who she sang of.
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