03-21-2020, 10:13 AM
Sam, having awoken that morning, got up to indeed make breakfast. The moments spend getting up though, she did relish, pressing her nose into Goldie's stomach and murmuring soft words to her. Each morning was like that, and damn, did the doberman appreciate it. But, you did have to get up eventually, her paws taking her to the kitchen. She stretched her wings out there, before shaking out her pelt, starting to cook something. Mainly toast. But soon it felt like there was pin-needles up her back, hair standing on end.
Sam!
Her head turned, teeth gritting. No, that wasn't a call of fear, of 'I'm being attacked'. Well I mean, it could be considered being attacked from the inside, but- no, that was for later. The glass of water she had set aside for Goldie to drink later she grabbed now. She padded back towards the room, a small slinking of fear inside of her. What if she wasn't a good girlfriend? Standing here, watching her give birth to someone else's cubs. It hurt, but it wasn't her choice either. Gritting her teeth, she stepped into the bedroom.
And from there, she spent the laborious time caring for Goldie, keeping her company, simply telling stories of California before the fall. It was much like the beaches here, actually, bright white sand and clear skies most days. Comfortable living temperatures, almost year round- sometimes it was way too hot- and she spoke of the day she learned to boogy board with a tiny grin. Sam didn't expect any responses, really, she was just babbling aloud. But soon, the time came.
Sam had stood off to one end as each cub came after the next, helping them move towards her belly and make sure they were breathing. Soon, the taste in the air grew bitter. No celebrating, the touch of death. Her eyes dwelled on the smallest cub, the white one. Slowly, she moved up against Goldie, pressed her nose against her cheek quietly, settling down next her there. "Hey, it's alright. It'll be okay, dove." She murmured. Her eyes slid towards the motionless cub. "I'm sorry." She whispered, pressing her nose in against Goldie's neck this time.
As much as they weren't hers, Sam hurt just as bad.
"SPEECH"
Sam!
Her head turned, teeth gritting. No, that wasn't a call of fear, of 'I'm being attacked'. Well I mean, it could be considered being attacked from the inside, but- no, that was for later. The glass of water she had set aside for Goldie to drink later she grabbed now. She padded back towards the room, a small slinking of fear inside of her. What if she wasn't a good girlfriend? Standing here, watching her give birth to someone else's cubs. It hurt, but it wasn't her choice either. Gritting her teeth, she stepped into the bedroom.
And from there, she spent the laborious time caring for Goldie, keeping her company, simply telling stories of California before the fall. It was much like the beaches here, actually, bright white sand and clear skies most days. Comfortable living temperatures, almost year round- sometimes it was way too hot- and she spoke of the day she learned to boogy board with a tiny grin. Sam didn't expect any responses, really, she was just babbling aloud. But soon, the time came.
Sam had stood off to one end as each cub came after the next, helping them move towards her belly and make sure they were breathing. Soon, the taste in the air grew bitter. No celebrating, the touch of death. Her eyes dwelled on the smallest cub, the white one. Slowly, she moved up against Goldie, pressed her nose against her cheek quietly, settling down next her there. "Hey, it's alright. It'll be okay, dove." She murmured. Her eyes slid towards the motionless cub. "I'm sorry." She whispered, pressing her nose in against Goldie's neck this time.
As much as they weren't hers, Sam hurt just as bad.
"SPEECH"
LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO