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Date Posted: 12/25/07 1:09pm
Author: Dane
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Bree 's message, "inside" on 12/25/07 12:01am

(As time progressed in the awfully long labor his mate was going through, Dane was becoming more and more attuned to her needs. He was responding instantly to each of her movements, rubbing her taut belly when it contracted and breathing his fire into her to give her little bits of respite from the searing pain. It was wearing on him to see her in this state, without being able to physically take the pain from her.. all he could do was offer her his strength and support.. and she had all of it. As the largest egg finally made it's way into the world, his eyes widened, and he actually craned his neck to look back at his mate, suprised at how large this one was, knowing it had to have been a painful delivery. With a low crooning sound, he bathed the newcomer in fire and smiled as little claws moved inside the leathery casing. As he nosed the egg, the claws pushed back, and he made a small grunting sound, teeth carefully closing around the egg as he moved it over to join its clutchmates.) Three, Bree.. Three bairns.. (He was ecstatic, overjoyed, almost disbelieving of his fortunes. The eggs were beautiful, all speckled and laced with different shades of muted reds and silvery greys. He was all but ready to start cleaning his mate up when she let out a cry that made all the eggs go still, and his head swiveled around.) Another? (He murmured, moving to her aft again, nuzzling at the base of her spine where he knew from her thoughts that the pain was centering now. This bairn was taking it's own sweet time.. and he was pretty certain had it waited another second his tail would have swept inside of her and dug it out, because he couldn't stand hearing her scream any longer. The blood was astounding, wetting his feet and tail, covering the tiny white and grey egg. He marveled at it, pretty sure it was a dud, until his muzzle touched it and it rolled over. His head cocked and he bathed it in fire, delighting as it twitched and squirmed. He moved the tiny one over to the clutch, centering it for support and warmth, then returned to BRee.. who was now deathly silent.) Ye did it lass.. four beautiful eggs.. it's all o'er now lassie, I am so proud of ye.. (He was crooning as he moved behind her, his fire escaping his slightly parted lips, sweeping up inside of her, cleansing her and stopping the bleeding, cauterizing the little tears and abrasions that any labor would cause. He moved to her head then, lowering his own to nuzzle her, making sure she was still breathing alright.) I love ye, Sabrina.. Och, but I love ye, my brave wee lass.. (He licked her muzzle gently before nosing his way around her, cleaning her and nuzzling her with his lips and tongue. He carefully tended every bit of her body, licking every ounce of afterbirth from her, scorching the ground of blood, basically rendering the place sterile once again. When that was done, he went to inspect the eggs, wanting to get them moved over beside Bree for warmth.. unsure if that was a good idea while she was still passed out.) Yer bairns wish to meet their mam, Bree.. open those beautiful eyes and look at what ye've made.. (He murmured the words to her with a sense of hope radiating in his tone, passing what strength he had to her through their connection.)

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