Post by starcrossed on Aug 6, 2006 15:51:02 GMT -5
OOC :: I'm incredibly sorry I've been away for like, two months! Please, forgiveth me! *bows* I shall be much more active from now on! MUCH, MUCH MORE ACTIVE!
Honeymist's golden flank heaved, and her blue eyes, drowsy and unfocused, cleared slightly. Her swollen belly ached with unborn kits. Kits of death, shadow, bloodshed, tears... pain...
She growled to herself. Stop that... these kits will be nothing like Bane... never...
But she knew she wouldn't be able to stop that. And Bane had said, clear as night, that he'd wanted to firstborn as his own. Shivering as if fleas coated her golden pelt, Honeymist hung her head in defeat. She'd never let Bane teach this kit evil. She'd visit him, and make sure he'd feel right at home.
No matter how much she hated Bane, she promised she'd love her kits. It'd been a long while since he'd raped her, and now she knew the kits were coming very, very soon...
She winced rawly with incredible pain, and hung her head low, trying not to screech with terrible hurt. The kitting had begun; the kitting of Bane and Honeymist's first litter, and hopefully last.
It wasn't long before the three kits were warm and cuddling next to her gold belly. She nuzzled and licked them as though a queen would do for the kits of the tom she loved.
She gazed down softly at them, examining their pelt colors and noting them.
The thirdborn kit had a handsome gold pelt, with no tabby stripes whatsoever, and was large and already showed signs of his father. The secondborn's pelt was strangely white with rippling gold stripes and a slender figure like her mother. The firstborn kit made Honeymist cringe with despair.
A female, pitch black, smooth and the kit was larger then the first, every bit her father, and shoved the other kits to get the best access to the milk. The only bit of Honeymist she had in her was the gold strips of fur that went to the corner of her unopened eyes to the tip of her tail on either side.
Bane's heir, she murmured crossly, ears flattening, but nonetheless, she licked the kits, bringing them into the harsh, cold world.
Would they have been better inside the warm, safe world then out here?
Honeymist's golden flank heaved, and her blue eyes, drowsy and unfocused, cleared slightly. Her swollen belly ached with unborn kits. Kits of death, shadow, bloodshed, tears... pain...
She growled to herself. Stop that... these kits will be nothing like Bane... never...
But she knew she wouldn't be able to stop that. And Bane had said, clear as night, that he'd wanted to firstborn as his own. Shivering as if fleas coated her golden pelt, Honeymist hung her head in defeat. She'd never let Bane teach this kit evil. She'd visit him, and make sure he'd feel right at home.
No matter how much she hated Bane, she promised she'd love her kits. It'd been a long while since he'd raped her, and now she knew the kits were coming very, very soon...
She winced rawly with incredible pain, and hung her head low, trying not to screech with terrible hurt. The kitting had begun; the kitting of Bane and Honeymist's first litter, and hopefully last.
It wasn't long before the three kits were warm and cuddling next to her gold belly. She nuzzled and licked them as though a queen would do for the kits of the tom she loved.
She gazed down softly at them, examining their pelt colors and noting them.
The thirdborn kit had a handsome gold pelt, with no tabby stripes whatsoever, and was large and already showed signs of his father. The secondborn's pelt was strangely white with rippling gold stripes and a slender figure like her mother. The firstborn kit made Honeymist cringe with despair.
A female, pitch black, smooth and the kit was larger then the first, every bit her father, and shoved the other kits to get the best access to the milk. The only bit of Honeymist she had in her was the gold strips of fur that went to the corner of her unopened eyes to the tip of her tail on either side.
Bane's heir, she murmured crossly, ears flattening, but nonetheless, she licked the kits, bringing them into the harsh, cold world.
Would they have been better inside the warm, safe world then out here?