Post by katluver458 on May 23, 2015 2:30:22 GMT -5
Somewhere between D'animaux and wherever Thien Duong's settled PFFf id k LAD OnyxOryx, Soli, TheWG, Blair))
Sickle Meccariello, Gallows Meccariello-Monroe, Diabetic Meccariello, Lyme Meccariello-Crimson
Phyre Xeiroz, Sieben Markovitch
Phyre Xeiroz, Sieben Markovitch
Not even a few more weeks after the mass-disappearance, and the Queen hoping to name her brother as D'ani's second, there was no mistaking the telltale swell to their mother's dark gray belly after she'd...Conveniently vanished afterwards, only to return later on just long enough to give the 'good news' to Sickle, Syndrome and Anemia before she disappeared again. It was assumed she had gone to give birth somewhere away from the pride for personal safety reasons considering she wasn't a pridemember, merely an ally, and so no one thought anything of it.
Especially since the nursery was still so crowded, and the other mothers might not care for her company around their young, since she was such a stand-up mother, right?
Turns out, that wasn't her first mistake.
No, her first mistake came long before she and Gallows even decided to pay their extended family with a surprise visit, back when her granddaughter was still just an unruly teenager. Not that much has changed since then, but that's another story.
Diabetic, and D'animaux itself was no stranger to the desperate thirst for revenge. Especially after their run in with Kimiko and Meurtrier's warning that she was a menace. But even with that, there are far worse things lurking in the wood when the Mecca-matriarch felt those first labor pains. And unknowingly led another growing menace right to her den.
There was no flicker of hope for the whelping Undead. Not against the wicked female with fur as gray as ash and her righthand, a brown male with stormy, unforgiving gray eyes. "...I don't want her dead, Sieben. Not yet. I want her family to see her take her last breath." Phyre hissed from her hiding place with a violent shudder, waiting to launch the attack at a moments notice. Not much longer now, and she'd hear the squeak of those damned cubs. And then no mercy. A silent nod from the trained male. "And the children, m'lady?" He rumbled expectantly. Her eyes narrowed in consideration. "Do with them what you will. Without a mother, they won't last three days." She finally answered, perhaps not so cruel if he chose to give them a swift, painless end. He grunted in agreement.
And finally, after an agonizing time, she froze, ears pricked at the first sound of those pathetic squeals mixed with low, strained grunts. Her nose wrinkled, clawing at the ground furiously, and her tail lashed just once. Thunder rumbled off in the distance, and the general moved quicker than lightning, tearing into the entrance to the den with a chilling roar. She would sit this out. For now. The scent of birthing blood, babes, and milk overwhelmed his senses for a heartbeat before he was on the Meccariello with everything he had, dragging her out helplessly by the scruff, throwing her to the dirt with a paw to her throat. There were six cubs in that den. More than he bargained for.
"What are you --?! R-Release me at once!" Diabetic gasped weakly, unable to try and squirm free of his iron grip. Not with how utterly exhausted she was.
He didn't offer a reply, holding her still there until his Queen showed herself. "You." And show herself she did, striding forward, head held high, even as she crouched down to the other's level so they could look eachother in the eye. There was no recognition in the new mother's gaze though, only a wild confusion. "You don't remember, do you?" She sneered, spatting at her face, smug satisfaction when the other female once more tried to get away. "Oh, don't worry. My comrade here will make sure you never forget." Standing up again to full height, she shook herself off like it was nothing, turning on her heel to stroll away.
In that moment, it was like someone had pulled the blind away from her eyes. Sudden recognition. "...You!" She finally croaked, scrabbling at the dirt all over again for purchase. No! No, no no!
Turning to look back over her shoulder, the Xeiroz gave a sick grin. "Sieben?~" She purred smoothly, making her exit stage left, relishing in the sound of the doomed Vampire's roars and cries slowly growing quieter and quieter at his claws...
No one else would hear her screams.
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But in fact, one did. Gallows always had a sort of sixth sense for her grandmother, after spending nearly all her life with her. And something just didn't sit right with her this night. She knew it wasn't her dinner, she caught it herself earlier this afternoon, so she knew it was fresh as fresh could be. Surely she wasn't having trouble having those cubs?
Crawling out of her bed in the main D'animaux den, stuffy and almost uncomfortable to the normally solitary girl with so many fellow bodies, she decided to go for a walk, completely unawares to what was going on beyond their borders. As she was turning to head back, feeling a little better (Though not by much) she heard it. But just barely, like a whisper on the wind.
'...h elp...'
And that sinking dread settled like a rock in her stomach once more, the hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end, shooting like a rocket back to camp, crashing into her mother's Royal Den. "Mom!" She all but wailed desperately, the first time she's called her that since she was left behind. It made the white Queen jump to her paws, her yellow eyes wide and blue mane a mess from sleep. Sickle didn't even get a chance to answer, meeting her eldest daughter's distraught red eyes. "I-It's Gran!" Was all she managed to spit out.
"Go! Hurry!" Sickle demanded without hesitation, not waiting to see if Gallows would do as told. She knew she would, if they hoped to have a chance. Wasting no time, for added help against whatever waited for them, the Dominante rushed into the dens herself to wake Anemia and Syndrome. "It's Mother!" She told them loudly, distraught, not waiting on them very long either before she darted into the forest as well to find their dame.
She only hoped they weren't too late...!
Especially since the nursery was still so crowded, and the other mothers might not care for her company around their young, since she was such a stand-up mother, right?
Turns out, that wasn't her first mistake.
No, her first mistake came long before she and Gallows even decided to pay their extended family with a surprise visit, back when her granddaughter was still just an unruly teenager. Not that much has changed since then, but that's another story.
Diabetic, and D'animaux itself was no stranger to the desperate thirst for revenge. Especially after their run in with Kimiko and Meurtrier's warning that she was a menace. But even with that, there are far worse things lurking in the wood when the Mecca-matriarch felt those first labor pains. And unknowingly led another growing menace right to her den.
There was no flicker of hope for the whelping Undead. Not against the wicked female with fur as gray as ash and her righthand, a brown male with stormy, unforgiving gray eyes. "...I don't want her dead, Sieben. Not yet. I want her family to see her take her last breath." Phyre hissed from her hiding place with a violent shudder, waiting to launch the attack at a moments notice. Not much longer now, and she'd hear the squeak of those damned cubs. And then no mercy. A silent nod from the trained male. "And the children, m'lady?" He rumbled expectantly. Her eyes narrowed in consideration. "Do with them what you will. Without a mother, they won't last three days." She finally answered, perhaps not so cruel if he chose to give them a swift, painless end. He grunted in agreement.
And finally, after an agonizing time, she froze, ears pricked at the first sound of those pathetic squeals mixed with low, strained grunts. Her nose wrinkled, clawing at the ground furiously, and her tail lashed just once. Thunder rumbled off in the distance, and the general moved quicker than lightning, tearing into the entrance to the den with a chilling roar. She would sit this out. For now. The scent of birthing blood, babes, and milk overwhelmed his senses for a heartbeat before he was on the Meccariello with everything he had, dragging her out helplessly by the scruff, throwing her to the dirt with a paw to her throat. There were six cubs in that den. More than he bargained for.
"What are you --?! R-Release me at once!" Diabetic gasped weakly, unable to try and squirm free of his iron grip. Not with how utterly exhausted she was.
He didn't offer a reply, holding her still there until his Queen showed herself. "You." And show herself she did, striding forward, head held high, even as she crouched down to the other's level so they could look eachother in the eye. There was no recognition in the new mother's gaze though, only a wild confusion. "You don't remember, do you?" She sneered, spatting at her face, smug satisfaction when the other female once more tried to get away. "Oh, don't worry. My comrade here will make sure you never forget." Standing up again to full height, she shook herself off like it was nothing, turning on her heel to stroll away.
In that moment, it was like someone had pulled the blind away from her eyes. Sudden recognition. "...You!" She finally croaked, scrabbling at the dirt all over again for purchase. No! No, no no!
Turning to look back over her shoulder, the Xeiroz gave a sick grin. "Sieben?~" She purred smoothly, making her exit stage left, relishing in the sound of the doomed Vampire's roars and cries slowly growing quieter and quieter at his claws...
No one else would hear her screams.
------------
But in fact, one did. Gallows always had a sort of sixth sense for her grandmother, after spending nearly all her life with her. And something just didn't sit right with her this night. She knew it wasn't her dinner, she caught it herself earlier this afternoon, so she knew it was fresh as fresh could be. Surely she wasn't having trouble having those cubs?
Crawling out of her bed in the main D'animaux den, stuffy and almost uncomfortable to the normally solitary girl with so many fellow bodies, she decided to go for a walk, completely unawares to what was going on beyond their borders. As she was turning to head back, feeling a little better (Though not by much) she heard it. But just barely, like a whisper on the wind.
'...h elp...'
And that sinking dread settled like a rock in her stomach once more, the hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end, shooting like a rocket back to camp, crashing into her mother's Royal Den. "Mom!" She all but wailed desperately, the first time she's called her that since she was left behind. It made the white Queen jump to her paws, her yellow eyes wide and blue mane a mess from sleep. Sickle didn't even get a chance to answer, meeting her eldest daughter's distraught red eyes. "I-It's Gran!" Was all she managed to spit out.
"Go! Hurry!" Sickle demanded without hesitation, not waiting to see if Gallows would do as told. She knew she would, if they hoped to have a chance. Wasting no time, for added help against whatever waited for them, the Dominante rushed into the dens herself to wake Anemia and Syndrome. "It's Mother!" She told them loudly, distraught, not waiting on them very long either before she darted into the forest as well to find their dame.
She only hoped they weren't too late...!
