08-26-2020, 01:22 PM
(Edited 08-28-2020, 03:02 PM by APHRA CIPHER ..)
[glow=grey,1,400]FOR ONCE, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST COME AND CHASE ME ? — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, CREWMATE, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
This was happening too early.
To say Aphra was shocked whenever her body convulsed early in the morning, jolting her awake, is an understatement. The bengal was panicking slightly, not knowing what to do if she happened to run into any problems. It was far too early for this - both in the day and in her pregnancy. She was alone in her room - actually, would anyone even help her if something bad started happening? She hoped so, despite the trouble she caused recently. The least that could be done is preserving the life of her children, right? Aphra didn't want these kittens by any means, but if she went through all this damn pain, she was going to want them to live at least a month or two.
Aphra grit her teeth as another convulsion went through her body. She was going to give birth, whether or not she was ready. She obviously couldn't delay this any longer, no matter how much she wanted to. If she died, then... she died, she supposed. Preparing herself, Aphra grabbed her pillow and bit down on it.
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Three kittens... that's all there was. All that trouble for just three of them. Despite that, Aphra was exhausted; whether that was a bad sign or not, she didn't know, but instinct was taking over her as she went to clean off her children. "Vayne," Aphra whispered the name of the first kitten, one that looked like an average flame-point cat with bengal spots. She licked them, making sure they were alive, before setting them down and allowed them to feed.
Next was a kitten that looked almost like her mother. A silvery-blue color, and Aphra felt a strange tug at her as she looked down at this near-copy of herself. "Alia." A beautiful name for a beautiful daughter; Aphra knew this one was going to be her favorite (even if she still disliked them all regardless). Once again, after cleaning Alia and making sure she was breathing, Aphra set her down gently at her stomach.
And finally, the last kitten. This one was almost white in color, with slightly darker stripes. Would they darken out with age? Aphra didn't know, but just as she had done with the first two kittens, she cleaned the last one, murmuring the kitten's name as she did so, "Inferno."
Gods, it was finally over. After she finished cleaning the last kitten and making sure they suckled properly, Aphra laid her head down and tried to relax now. If someone were to stop by her room for whatever reason, there was no doubt they would notice her birth - whether it be the scent of it, or if they were checking to see why she wasn't out and causing drama; whatever it may be, Aphra knew she would have to deal with others coming in and inquiring about these hell spawn.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
To say Aphra was shocked whenever her body convulsed early in the morning, jolting her awake, is an understatement. The bengal was panicking slightly, not knowing what to do if she happened to run into any problems. It was far too early for this - both in the day and in her pregnancy. She was alone in her room - actually, would anyone even help her if something bad started happening? She hoped so, despite the trouble she caused recently. The least that could be done is preserving the life of her children, right? Aphra didn't want these kittens by any means, but if she went through all this damn pain, she was going to want them to live at least a month or two.
Aphra grit her teeth as another convulsion went through her body. She was going to give birth, whether or not she was ready. She obviously couldn't delay this any longer, no matter how much she wanted to. If she died, then... she died, she supposed. Preparing herself, Aphra grabbed her pillow and bit down on it.
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Three kittens... that's all there was. All that trouble for just three of them. Despite that, Aphra was exhausted; whether that was a bad sign or not, she didn't know, but instinct was taking over her as she went to clean off her children. "Vayne," Aphra whispered the name of the first kitten, one that looked like an average flame-point cat with bengal spots. She licked them, making sure they were alive, before setting them down and allowed them to feed.
Next was a kitten that looked almost like her mother. A silvery-blue color, and Aphra felt a strange tug at her as she looked down at this near-copy of herself. "Alia." A beautiful name for a beautiful daughter; Aphra knew this one was going to be her favorite (even if she still disliked them all regardless). Once again, after cleaning Alia and making sure she was breathing, Aphra set her down gently at her stomach.
And finally, the last kitten. This one was almost white in color, with slightly darker stripes. Would they darken out with age? Aphra didn't know, but just as she had done with the first two kittens, she cleaned the last one, murmuring the kitten's name as she did so, "Inferno."
Gods, it was finally over. After she finished cleaning the last kitten and making sure they suckled properly, Aphra laid her head down and tried to relax now. If someone were to stop by her room for whatever reason, there was no doubt they would notice her birth - whether it be the scent of it, or if they were checking to see why she wasn't out and causing drama; whatever it may be, Aphra knew she would have to deal with others coming in and inquiring about these hell spawn.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]