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born to be; akita & sven
Topic Started: Jan 2 2013, 01:21 AM (143 Views)
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Everything is better with Paisley home and safe. Although Paisley has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the herd anymore, her presence had helped Akita deal with Rowan's recent indiscretions while remaining secure in the knowledge of their shared bond. Her vague unease about this pregnancy had abated once her anxiety level decreased and the lack of movement from her child had quickly become a memory as she or he thoroughly tested the bounds of her womb and the flexibility of her organs. With a small little frown she realized that eventually she would no longer be able to carry the children she loves and it scares her. Even now she is aware of the added toll this pregnancy carries compared to her previous ones.

But for now she refuses to let negative thoughts into her mind and with practiced ease, navigates to the secluded spot she has used twice before. It is quiet in the autumn and while a part of her worries about the changing seasons and the added toll it has on newborns, she is not too worried. There is a cave in the Lullen if the worst of winter descends upon them, and there are always other herd members to help protect and care for the very young. Thus, she largely allows her mind to wander as the natural process runs it's course, remaining unruffled by the contractions and remaining upright until the penultimate time.

With little fanfare her newest child slips from her womb and lays thrashing indignantly at her hooves. With a large inhale she rolls onto her chest and cranes her neck around to look upon what turns out to be a brightly colored foal, with a bright white face and double-tinted eyes. She smiles, warmed by his life, and does not delay in rising to her tired hooves to clean him.

Later when they are settled and quiet, when he has nursed and totters on sleepy legs, she cuddles him close and names him her little Sven with his unique coat and handsome eyes.
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