ooc;; post ren rejoining tangle. his thread will be posted soon. also post vigenere getting rescued.

Renegadeanthems had returned. Normally, Delilah would have reacted out of joy- happy that her soulmate had returned, but something had snapped inside of her. Anger, hurt, betrayal. It hurt to be left alone, hurt to be stuck with memories of an adoptive child that had disappeared. She was careless, she could have done better. She could have protected her precious Flint. If Renegade were there, he could have helped her.

Eventually she had settled down, anger boiling down to a simmering- a fight had broken out between the two lovers, yet Renegade still held patience for her, as always. He had came to talk to her, they had spoken in the peace of what was once their shared home; his scent lured her, enraptured her.

Delilah was a fool to her desires.

So when she had woken up the next morning, she had evacuated to her treehouse without a word before Renegade could wake up.

She expected things to be done and over with. That was the only and last time she would see Renegadeanthems. They were over, even if the mental bond remained intact. Fate liked to make fun of her, it seemed.

She wasn't expecting to be interrupted in her work of grinding herbs by a sharp need to vomit, but it sure did. The woman leaned over a log, heaving until she emptied everything in her stomach- it felt disgusting, and she felt drained. She wasn't dumb. Delilah had dealt with pregnancies before with other people, but in all of her life, Delilah had thought that she was infertile- she didn't deserve children due to her impure blood. However, it seemed the Gods had blessed her with something sort of children.

"This is the worst time possible for this to happen.."

"Ooh, darling girl.. You've fucked up. Royally. Honestly, who'd have thought one little tryst would-"

Delilah shook her head when the voice made herself present in the back of her mind, that damned succubus so pleased with what she's caused- damn it if she weren't more careful with herself, this wouldn't have happened. If Renegade weren't so..

A voice interrupted her thoughts as she lifted her head once more, large body turning to smile down at the smaller male ever so softly. Her stomach was lurching.. She'd have to clean this up later, but for now, she needed to do something about this.

"I'm sorry, little one. I'm merely a little sick."

Despite Nicabar obviously not being a child, it was merely a habit for Delilah to call him 'little one' out of affection for the male. He was strong, and brave, that one. He'd be a fine warrior when the time comes.

However, when Vigenere came over, Delilah felt herself flinch at the sound of his voice- concern. She'd gotten used to the concern by now, but really.. It was hard for her to talk about it out loud. So, she used telepathy instead, head lowering a bit.

"I think I'm pregnant with Renegadeanthem's child."

A second bout came no sooner, Delilah quickly turning to the bucket she had on the floor emptying the contents of her stomach out once again. A low whine left her lips, claws dragging rigid lines into the floor. Painful twists in her guts.

"It seems I'm going.. To be a mother soon. Nobody tell Renegade. I swear on everything holy, if you do.. hngh!"