05-02-2021, 05:56 PM
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This was wrong, this was all wrong, not how it was supposed to be at all. Not that Arrow didn't know about how rough things could be in this tough reality, she did. She had been a rogue at one point after all, and she was sure she saw things that would have been terrible and obscure within the life of a clan or whatever else. But she wasn't living that life anymore, she hadn't in years, typically births weren't under such dire conditions after that. Aurum had given birth, Moth had done it, though she hadn't witnessed that one, and they came out fine, no? To have Elsweyr be the first she could think of to be put through Hell and back for some kids was...well, it made her even more bitter. Just one day for both of them to fucking rest was turning into an impossible dream.
Much like Vigenere, the cries of Elsweyr were immediately noticed. Arrow thought her heart may have stopped for a second. Just enough to feel the lightheadedness and lack of weight in her chest, but not enough to keep her from moving fast enough that had she had any supernatural ability like many did, she was positive she could have broken some sort of barrier. Not that it would have been a good idea, of course, but an idea. She, however, did not bother searching for the scent of anyone else, ally, enemy, or other, only interested in booking it to the source. Her main concern, that being that those suckers were ready to be born, had been correct in the assumption, but it wasn't as if she was particularly excited about this. Especially how everything seemed to be going to terribly wrong. The exhaustion pulled at her body in a way that could not be truly described, only being pushed aside by pure adrenaline and adrenaline alone.
She was no medic, not like this. Silently she cursed whatever had happened to Moth, hissing between gritted teeth and moving her thoughts on to what was important in the moment, baring her teeth at the brightness of the sun and stepping over the lioness, hoping that, while terribly thin herself, she could offer some shade to the newborns and partially to Eslweyr. Arrow nudged Lucinder with her nose, making an attempt to push the cub towards Els's belly and out of the searing heat. Alive, a little weak it seemed but alive. Something new tugged at her heart, but this wouldn't be the only cub and she could worry about the sentiment later. [i]"For the love of all that is holy, let my girlfriend make it out alive." Morbid, but honest.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]Much like Vigenere, the cries of Elsweyr were immediately noticed. Arrow thought her heart may have stopped for a second. Just enough to feel the lightheadedness and lack of weight in her chest, but not enough to keep her from moving fast enough that had she had any supernatural ability like many did, she was positive she could have broken some sort of barrier. Not that it would have been a good idea, of course, but an idea. She, however, did not bother searching for the scent of anyone else, ally, enemy, or other, only interested in booking it to the source. Her main concern, that being that those suckers were ready to be born, had been correct in the assumption, but it wasn't as if she was particularly excited about this. Especially how everything seemed to be going to terribly wrong. The exhaustion pulled at her body in a way that could not be truly described, only being pushed aside by pure adrenaline and adrenaline alone.
She was no medic, not like this. Silently she cursed whatever had happened to Moth, hissing between gritted teeth and moving her thoughts on to what was important in the moment, baring her teeth at the brightness of the sun and stepping over the lioness, hoping that, while terribly thin herself, she could offer some shade to the newborns and partially to Eslweyr. Arrow nudged Lucinder with her nose, making an attempt to push the cub towards Els's belly and out of the searing heat. Alive, a little weak it seemed but alive. Something new tugged at her heart, but this wouldn't be the only cub and she could worry about the sentiment later. [i]"For the love of all that is holy, let my girlfriend make it out alive." Morbid, but honest.