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THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - wormwood. - 04-01-2020 ☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
Ever since Aurum had woken up this morning, he had been accosted by pain from his insides. At first, it had been subtle. A little jolt here, a little kick there. He figured it was nothing to worry about, imagining that the little cubs growing inside of him were just growing restless. Perhaps as restless as he was, waiting for them to finally be born so that he could welcome them into the world – and be able to move around easily again. It wouldn't have been the first time they had done this, since he had spent many a day now just lazing around on his bed, waiting for the internal battles going on near his gut to cease. It wasn't the most fun thing to experience, but it was worth it for his little ones. His and Draekon's little ones. Unfortunately, today the cubs hadn't decided to start kicking until Aurum was already downstairs, essentially preventing the proxy from making his way back up to his bedroom. He cursed softly to himself as he navigated his way around furniture in his home, pulling his heavy body up onto the couch and resting his head down. After a couple of deep, calming breaths, the angel turned his head to press his muzzle against his stomach, mumbling softly to his unborn children, "Mes bébés, s'il vous plaît allez doucement sur maman.¹" Aurum hardly ever made use of the French that he had learned as a cub – mainly due to the fact that he hadn't paid much attention when being taught – but it seemed as though the language usually soothed them. Perhaps it was the lilting syllables and gentle way he spoke it, or perhaps it was just because his voice became a bit more soft and a bit less scary when he was speaking his second language.
#psychosocial.Unfortunately for him, it seemed as though now was not one of those occasions where the usual methods would work. Despite his gentle pleading, the kicking against his stomach only grew worse, and he groaned, burying his muzzle beneath his paws. For a while, he just stayed there, staring blankly up at the ceiling and wincing whenever there was a particularly vicious jerk in his gut. He was just waiting for it to pass, as it usually did... but this time it didn't. There was another almost violent twist in him, and he let out a yelp, quickly moving off of the couch. The pain was becoming nearly too much to handle, and he was fairly sure that this was it. He didn't have the time or the energy to get all the way up to the nursery that he had prepared for this, so he was forced to move quickly, his heart beating fast as he grabbed all the nearby blankets available, piling them up in a sort of nest in his living room. It was hardly the ideal, but he didn't have much time time think about it before he collapsed into the softness, his eyes closing briefly. He was trying to calm himself down, feeling the panic that something was going to go wrong setting in, but he wasn't given the chance to, as there was another wave of pain that could only be a contraction. Taking a deep breath, the tigon called out loudly, "K... Kaito! Roy! It's happening! Can one of you please get Selby, or Moth?" His voice rang up the stairs, the proxy unaware of whether either of his sons was actually home, before he just put his head down, taking deep breaths and focusing on the task at hand. The process was, thankfully, fairly painless. Well, hardly painless, but it seemed that, by the end, all of the children were healthy, which caused relief to flood through Aurum's body. Shifting in his makeshift nest, the tigon reached out a paw to draw his cubs in close, looking them over with pure love in his one eye. The first of his children to have been born was a little girl, fairly large and colorful. She was a rather colorful cub, with a dark base coat of brown and black that faded out to white at the bottom, along with orange tiger stripes and beautiful little piebald spots. She squirmed along at Aurum's stomach, speaking occasionally in soft yowls, although not as much as the others. The angel chuckled as he leaned in, gently licking her atop the head as he mumbled, "Asvini..." He remembered the name of one of Draekon's sisters fondly, remembering the other male mentioning how he missed his family, even if things had ended badly. Hopefully he would appreciate the sentiment. The second born was also large, the child squirming around and squeaking louder than any of them, shoving their way towards his stomach. Aurum chuckled as he inspected them, taking in the child's pelt of light cinnamon and auburn that was short now, but seemed to thicken near their neck. Nuzzling them lightly, the proxy mumbled shortly, "Chirin." He liked that name, for them. He could've sworn he remember seeing it somewhere, perhaps in one of his stories. Moving on to the next child, Aurum was thoroughly caught off guard by her appearance. Although still small, the cub had longer legs than those of her siblings, and seemed to be utterly lacking in color. Her coat was of pure white, with no spots or stripes to speak of, a marvel when one looked at the both of her parents. Still, despite this she seemed utterly fine, moving alongside her siblings without issue even as Aurum leaned in and named her, "Taegue." Yet another of Draekon's siblings, if Aurum was remembering their names correctly. He found himself wondering if his love would even be able to meet their children. Swallowing that thought down quickly, the angel instead turned his gaze to the last child, the small runt of the litter. The child, although he squirmed and shouted alongside his brethren, was shoved around by the others, causing Aurum to huff and gently push them away from him. He only had three legs, with the fourth cutting off rather abruptly at the joint where his paw would extend from. His base pelt was a golden color, with darker patterns looping across his fur in delicate lines. Aurum was nearly overjoyed to see that the boy had wings, his feather fading in a way similar to his mother's. He would be at a disadvatange for sure, but Aurum would be sure to support him, no matter what. With this in mind, the tigon leaned in, brushing his nose over the boy's head as he mumbled, "Goldnugget." It was an unusual name, especially when compared to his siblings, but it was also a traditional one, one that Aurum's old pride would've appreciated. He might not have cared what the pride thought of him now, but he did want to carry on their legacy, if only in his one little son. Once he was done naming all of them, Aurum placed his head back down upon the blankets surrounding him, sighing and curling his tail around his litter. The front door was wide open, mainly for the potential entry of any of the medics, but also so that other tanglers could come and see the new additions. As the proxy heard movement outside, he cleared his throat before mumbling softly, "Feel free to come in and say hello, but please be quiet. The little ones may not be able to hear yet, but I'm feeling rather tired." One could hear as much from the way he was speaking, his voice bogged down with tiredness as he laid with his children, watching over them as they became adjusted to the new world they had been thrust into. (¹; "My babies, please go easy on mama." [member=79]auto[/member] [member=6]TONI[/member] [member=128]Dragon-[/member] [member=6163]grimm.[/member] ) [div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - ASVINI - 04-01-2020 Being born. The definition in itself called upon the most tragic of beginnings. Pushed, from somewhere warm, dark, and muted. Somewhere protective. Within coming months, Asvini perhaps would look back upon the event and decide it was a necessary step. A step to a better world, a better person within herself. Today, no, it was a time for growing. Being the first out, the first to breathe, was a crowning factor. A taste of the air, to lead her siblings, perhaps. It was a philosophical, being the first. One that she would take to heart.
Asvini, right now, was no grand leader. Her oversized paws dragged her towards the stomach of her mother- her father? It was nothing easy to decide, as a cub. Her mouth wrapped about a part of her stomach, suckling deeply. She wasn't aware of those around her, mostly decidedly ignoring her siblings. "speech" [glow=black,2,300]BREAK THE SILENCE; DAMN THE DARK[/glow] Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - trojan g. - 04-01-2020 [align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; max-width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]Moth had known from experience that her brother's cubs would come at any moment now, which is why she had been hanging around his house more these days. Aurum didn't know much medicine - she was sure he knew some, but possibly not enough to keep up with things happening while giving birth - and the fact that her own kittens had been sickly at birth made her worry about Aurum's. Although they weren't related by blood - especially not in the bodies they resided in now - he was still in Tanglewood, the same place where the source of radiation resided, and she wasn't sure if he'd gotten himself into trouble while bearing the kids. So when she heard him speak out, calling for Roy or Kaito from right outside his house, she pricked her ears and came rushing in at the sound of her name, ready to help him through the birth, and to help make sure her neices and nephews would be okay. When it was all said and done, Moth held a smile on her own face, looking over to her brother for a moment before breathing a sigh of relief. They were healthy, and they were beautiful. "I'm glad they're not all boys, like I almost had." She would joke, eyes shifting to her brother before speaking once more, "If you need anything I'll be here for a while." She needed to make sure Aurum recovered well too. He was strong and healthy, but it was still stressful on the body. Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - alaric g. - 04-01-2020 Children. Tanglewood seemed to be filled to bursting with them. Ivan, Simon, and Winston could stand as examples, but Alaric was sure that there were even more that he was, as of yet, unaware of.
They also happened to be a somewhat touchy topic for the tabby. His own childhood was characterized by the trauma of his father's death, and despite Alaric's normally blasé attitude towards anyone and everyone, he had a soft spot for them. For the most part, he noticed, they were innocent and worth protecting. Except when they happened to be assholes. Those children... Alaric had choice words for those particular kids. As for having children of his own? Alaric was very averse to the idea. He did not want to subject his kids to a life without him should he happen to randomly die. Deep down he knew that was unlikely to happen—his own father died in a freak turn of events—but he could not run the risk and then cause his kids the same trauma that he went through (despite him swearing up and down that he had not experienced trauma were he to be confronted about it). At the moment, Alaric happened to be strolling down one of Tanglewood's streets when he heard, from an open door, Aurum's voice beckoning someone inside. It appeared to be Moth, one of Tangle's healers. With piqued interest, Alaric diverted his course towards the proxy's home. Peering inside, he immediately took notice of the four mewling cubs crawling towards their mother. His eyes widened instinctively as he realized two things: A. these were Aurum's children, and B. there were more children. Nevertheless, Alaric took note of the joyous occasion. Looking towards Aurum, he would utter a, "Congratulations," a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. ♔ don't do love, don't do friends Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - Grimm - 04-02-2020 [align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Beneath crimson wash of tacky blood and the ravenous note of highly pitched cry crowning the exposed surface of curled tongue - such the manner of delivery, such the beginning and expect end of one such as he. Though warmth had been offered once within interior of abundant space time had whittled down what was offered, filled to the extremes as forth had stretched limbs of warm hues. No thought laced the languid hum of slowly awakening mind, a quiet static as if yet unbuilt, all that was known the comfort of beginning existence. Yet pressure grew until the flicking touch of something arose, a crackle of wayward energy fizzing with a low life beneath his very skin, released as the first breath touched pale gums. There was no coordination to be found in the manner paws of a rather startling size swung about, struck at times with a slight force others dampened by the sweep of tongue. Loud the utterance of his displeasure - or, at the least, such may be gauged a proper title for the huffed cries - nostrils flaring with each stuttering breath. A halt to such diminutive utterances was drawn only when the sweetness found a tentative root, soothed the raging waves engulfing the rabbit quick flutter of tiny heart. Uncaring he of those in his path, progress markedly slow for of a rather unexpected size the child of cinnamon and auburn, stark a difference against the dark hues of nursing sister. Tiny gums secured about where she had come to settle, squeaky the muffled noises offered when no expected milk was forthcoming. Displeased by this development, as best he might, head lifted and another squeaky cry arose, demanding the place already taken. Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - taegue. - 04-03-2020 Harsh was her introduction to the world. From the thoughtless warmth of the womb to the biting cold of the open air. To one who had been experienced in this world for a longer time, they would find it to be fairly nice, but to the child who had only known a single temperature for the duration of her development, anything else was torture. The restriction of the ground, the rasp of her mothers tongue, all new and frightening. Thus, she cried out.
For the growing ache within her belly and the senseless cacophony pressing at her from all sides, for the unwanted expulsion from her familiar territory. She cried and tried to move herself, without rhythm or form of any sorts. She wanted the warmth back, the world without instincts driving her further towards the warmth of the one who had birthed her, to suckle upon the teat and sate herself. The pull of rapidly approaching close was all that could be embraced as the strain crept into her, the new fullness in her stomach only welcoming it more. She would sleep for the first time, although it would not be inaccurate to state that it was similar to how she remained before birth. Day one. Plenty more to come. [glow=white,2,300]✝ one of these days, you'll get out of these hills[/glow] Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - charactercemetary. - 04-03-2020 [glow=#000,1,400]WE'VE BECOMES ECHOES BUT ECHOES, THEY FADE AWAY — 。+゚.[/glow]
Why? Why was he one of the ones to be called when Aurum had been in pain from... that wonderful gift known as life? He didn't bother with it, instead leaping to his feet, trying to get someone to tend to Aurum. However, it appears that someone had came to his aid. Well, okay. That was good. Kaito moved back, trying not to peer at the little cubs. What love. Did Chikage show him the same? He forces himself to smile, he'd have... little siblings, in a sense. But now he would have more people to hide KID from. Sitting down, the teen flicks his tail before it curls around his paws. "Wow, congrats, Aurum-san. They'll do just fine here." Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - wormwood. - 04-03-2020 ☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
The birthing process for the cubs had been exhausting, yet still Aurum fought to stay awake. As if the tigon was terrified that the moment he closed his eyes and allowed himself rest, his little ones would slip away from him. The draw of sleep was so intoxicating, and he was relieved when others arrived, providing welcome distractions for him to stay conscious. He chuckled softly when he heard Moth, mumbling as he glanced down at his children, "That is true... although it seems as though little Goldnugget will be outnumbered somewhat." He had a fond smile on his face as he stretched his neck out, gently pressing his muzzle to his sister's head before he continued, "Thank you... for helping." He was infinitely grateful for the feline's presence, sure that he would've been in a far more panicked state had there not been a medic nearby to help. Moth, of all people, knew what it was like to be worried over possible problems with children, so it seemed only natural that she was there for him.
#psychosocial.The next to arrive was Alaric, a male that Aurum knew little about, but respected all the same. He didn't seem like an asshole, and he was offering congratulations, so there was hardly any reason to throw him out. Dipping his head to the other, the proxy muttered warmly, "Thank you, Alaric." He then turned his attention to Kaito, the faithful male who was like a son to him. Who would no doubt be like a big brother to the cubs currently suckling at Aurum's side, if there was anything the angel had to say about it. He smiled gently at the thief, glancing down at his children before gaining a look of fondness, "Thank you, Kaito. I'm sure they will." Once he had dealt with those that were gathered around him, Aurum once again felt the soft whispers of unconsciousness against his ear. This time he decided to listen, letting his muzzle slowly rest back down on his paws before he closed his eyes. It took little time for him to drift off, finally getting some well deserved tlc. [div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - COSMIIX - 04-03-2020 [glow=white,1,400]I'VE LAUGHED AND CRIED, I'VE HAD MY FILL. MY SHARE OF LOSING ! — 。+゚.[/glow]
Last. The small cub was last to arrive into the cold world that nipped at him eagerly the moment he left the safety of his mother's womb where it used to hold them all. He struggled a lot more having to be lapped a few times before oxygen filled his tiny lungs, they would let out several mewls. The cub was born different than his siblings, it wasn't just the fact that they were much smaller than the rest but he was missing a leg it seemed. Whether or not the missing limb would effect the young boy would have yet to be seen. Goldnugget was the name given to him by his mother. It was different than the names of their sisters. The feeling the of their mother's snout bringing comfort to him when he was being shoved around by his sisters, he let out tiny mewls. It was long before the cub found his own spot though he was much too tired to nurse, he lay there close to his mothers belly. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:・゚[/glow] Re: THE LION KING ☆ BIRTHING - CAUSTIC. - 04-04-2020 He knew Aurum was pregnant. Caustic wasn't stupid and the tigon had been open about it. It... brought a few questions, but he wasn't going to bother with it and frankly didn't care about the inner workings of the proxy's life. He supposed, though, that visiting once the deed was done was advantageous to himself. Caustic had an affinity to watch over the young, be it nurture or nature. He had fathered one of his own with his previous partner, and was proud of her every day. Caustic visits briefly, gas puffing from his face and letting his eyes scan over Aurum's litter, then spoke, "Congratulations, Aurum. You will be a wonderful father." TAGS • PLAYLIST • PENNED BY OWLIE THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY OUT |