the starts of a new era [open/birthing]

[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT

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THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY

He had known for a while now that it was going to happen soon, and finally it had happened. He'd never done anything like this in his life and chances were he wouldn't be doing it again. It wasn't the pain so much that bothered him as it was everything else. Being pregnant in general was a burden to the large fox, a frustrating experience he couldn't escape. It had trapped him in a body he wasn't familiar or comfortable with and it had stripped him of his ability to join in on the things he most liked in life, like fighting and patrolling. As pleased as he was to have kids on the way, he would be glad to be done with all of this.

The details were boring and messy, and so there was no real point in explaining just what happened in depth. All that mattered was that Fourths water broke, the labor pains came on, and almost an hour later four healthy newborn fox kits had come into the world. Tired, messy, and ready to rest, the black and gold brindled fox gazed over the four wiggling boddies squirming at his stomach. It felt weird, and he didn't think he was all that fond of the feeling. It was clear he lacked the doting love and natural instinct that a true mother would, and that was likely because he just wasn't built to be a mother. He was a Father, and he was looking forward to things getting back to normal.

"Sweeny, Noor, Juno, and Mercedes." he mumble to himself, naming them in the order that they'd been born. Laying in his den with them, he wondered if Jervis would ever make it out to meet them.

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[Jervis]

Agony. Pain. Oh how much Jervis felt those emotions while being imprisoned. There was nothing he could do but sit there, watching his empire fall away from his grip. Little did he know, the fox was also now a father of four. If only he knew that his legacy had continued. Then perhaps he’d be content. For now though, he was writhing in anger.

// Jervis is still imprisoned by Goldenluxury and will not be attending the birth of his children. He will see them for the first time in the next meeting / pinned thread. <3

[toboggan]

The pup could not hear. It lacked eyesight, and couldn't quite figure out its nose.

But it was alive. Alive. A concept she did not yet understand, though at this point in life, there was not a lone thing she'd understand; like her eyes and nose. Her ears, however, were now in commission, and the infant grew bewildered as her mind became subject to the peculiar perception of sound. The baby vixen let out a pathetic whimper in protest. To be frank, she quite liked the silence. You couldn't hear the environment's irksome noises, like that wooshing (the outside wind), nor the tweetweetweet (the incredibly annoying birdsong). There was also another resonance which she recognized. It sounded a lot like the noises she made with her own mouth. Breathing, albeit heavier. This noise didn't bother the pup, unlike the other ones. Nay, in this noise, the pup found solace. She couldn't quite interpret why, but some sort of natural force drew Noor towards the breathing. The fox felt as though the breathing belonged to someone she could trust. And thus, she made her way towards it.

Noor maneuvers herself over the two siblings that foolishly stood between her and her parent. Actually moving her body was a bit of a work-in-progress for the newborn, and ended up bonking her head off of both the ground and her littermates well more than she should have. It took a while, but she located the purpose of her tribulations. A source of milk - now, just to get it out. She began mindlessly nibbling at the larger animal's figure, hoping for the creamy liquid that was promised to her. Eventually, it comes. Milk. Its flavour was a bit too tart for her liking, but she didn't complain. It was milk, after all. And milk was about the only thing important in her life, right now.

[Kydobi]

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NOTHING SWEET 'BOUT MY MISERY -
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Kydobi was brought to the scene quickly but not quick enough. Already laid 4 small children. He stared at them, Jervis’s blood.

He felt joy that life would be brought to the jungle when it was so desperately needed after all the death. But he felt a terrible mix of everything.

Fear, that these kids would hate him. Guilt because it was him who had desire to kill their father? Who would if allowed? Guilt because it was him who would inherit it?

Guilt because he felt pride, looking at these babies that he would be their leader? A good man. A man with better intentions than the last. And perhaps a tad of contempt and loathing because one day, they would grow to know everything. Fear because he was scared they would see him in a bad light and blame him like everyone else.

Tanglewooders has him questioning himself... was he really bad? Was he evil? Something told him no, but he wasn’t sure. Just cause you meant good didn’t make you so. But Kydobi has never meant bad...

He looked at Crackers, “Congratulations, do you need anything?” he softened his gaze to show concern. The fellow marauder had been just as worried for him on his way back.

He watched them greedily suckle, just little babies. A blank slate that could be made to do good.

This a was a moment he would never get to have with his own first litter and so he was happy he could have this.

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[Mercede]

MERCEDE CALLAHAN - female - eastern american red fox - tags - profile

There was a sensation of moving and then a completely new one. Everything was too much and immediately she would begin to protest with a high pitched cry. She needed warmth.

This new place was cold, loud, and strange. Her first of many tantrums, why wasn’t she getting what she wanted? Her mind couldn’t process.

But she did feel the bodies of others. One big mass of comfort and another equally small body. Searching for milk like her. Greed immediately set in as she only thought of herself.

The sweet scent of milk. Not that she knew what it was. But she would have it! Still protesting, she wouldn’t quiet till she was sucking, she climbed over one of her sisters as she blindly searched. Her minuscule nose viciously digging into her creator.

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[align=center][div style="width: 60%;text-align: justify;font-size: 8pt;"]The first born, the first to get the gasping cold rush of air of the outside world, to experience the lack of protection from inside their parent's belly, experience gravity. She would forever hold this against her siblings, and would forever try and boss them around, this showing by her sudden angry whimper and whine when she was suddenly trampled on and bumped into as the others tried to go after the scent of milk, the warmth of their parent's body. She would shove her way through towards the scent and warmth, pushing the siblings that had done so to herself before latching on, sounds of content coming from her throat as she fed.

[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT

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THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY

He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He was just glad that nobody had come during the actual process of giving birth to the kids, because for some reason he didn't like the idea of someone seeing him like that. Vulnerability, in that aspect, wasn't something the fox was overly fond of, and he was relieved when Kydobi entered only after the kits were all snuggling by his stomach. The black jaguar was a welcomed sight to the canine, who draw in a deep breath to try and relax. If he was honest about things, aside from his sister then Redvox was the person he'd socialized with the most. Now that the bat-goat was gone and Jervis was locked away, Fourth had nobody. Nobody to talk to and laugh with, nobody to take comfort in. It was hard for a monster whose roots lay in socializing with others, and even with Gael and Aine around it didn't seem like enough. Next to Jervis and Vox though, Kydobi was the next best thing, the next constant presence that he was familiar with.

When they spoke he let his eyes close and laid his head down, seeming to relax a bit more. He wanted to say Jervis, but he knew there was no point in that. Not only could the fox not come of his own accord, but nobody would have let him loose even if they could. The Ardent may be an emotional, arrogant ass, but he'd given Fourth an outlet for so many things that it was hard not to have him around anymore.

So instead he grunted a 'no' and tried his best to get used to the feeling of the kits feeding against his belly. Everything about it still felt wrong, but not to the degree that he was willing to abandon them. No, as aloof as he could be these were his kids, and he wasn't so selfish or impulsive that he would let them perish, especially after going through so much trouble to keep them alive.

"I don't know the first thing about kids, Kydobi." he confessed softly, the words a rumbling murmer as his wine red gaze stared off ahead of him at the wall. Half of his kids usually ended up hating him just because he lacked the right instinct, and the ones that didn't only idolized him because of his accomplishments. What would come from these four? Would he end up ruining them as well? He'd been relying on Jervis to give them the things he couldn't, to compensate for the fact that Fourth was an aloof, distant guy that didn't know how to properly express himself.

What was he supposed to do now?

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[Kydobi]

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His eyes were soft, and the longer he stared at the little Lira, the quicker he fell in love. Watching them nurse, just little beings.

When Fourth spoke he would glance at them before processing what they said, gaze returning to the Marauder.

“Do not worry Fourthwall. Remember it takes a village to raise a child. You have all of us.”, he smiled softly, “you are not alone and these children never will be either. I’m sure we can go to Gael if all else fails.”

Kydobi decided he would try to ignore the inner turmoil. To approach these children and forget their father was Jervis.

“So how are you feeling? I must say... they’re all beautiful. Truly.”

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[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT

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THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY

When there was time to comprehend everything, maybe there would be resentment, but Fourth knew it would never be the all encompassing kind. He was selfish enough to blindly want and take, but he wasn't so far gone that he lacked understanding. Jervis was an ass, perhaps even more selfish and loathesome than Fourthwall himself. He'd put them all at risk, had gone charging in without a second thought, and while Fourth had agreed that the Pitt had needed to maintain their aggressive stance and up their game, their troops hadn't been ready for it. Perhaps if there'd been more loyalty grown between them all, more training and recruiting done, then the abuse would have been better tolerated, but he it hadn't been. Gail, Aine, Kydobi, Bai Shi- none of them had ever been given anything for their efforts. Out of all of them, it occured to Fourth that he was the only one Jervis had really reached out to, that he'd been the only one okay with trading his soul away to a devil. That was just his nature, though, to recklessly take what he wanted regardless of the cost. And so he couldn't blame them for hating the red fox, for wanting him dead. He'd dug his own grave, after all.

Stupid Icarus, flying too close to the sun. he thought inwardly, bitterly.

But Kydobis words were a comfort to him, and he wondered if too much damage had been done for him to redeem himself. The odds had been stacked against him from the beginning if he thought about it, too much of a wild and dangerous thing for any of them to really connect to. And it had kept them distant from him, had kept Fourth from making any real friends here. Aine was fucking precious, and he'd have killed to protect her. Gail was a good dad, and he knew that the fox would have the experience to help- but would he want to do so freely? Wouold he be okay with where they came from and whose legacy they were?

As the panther spoke again he found his own Wine Red gaze following theirs toward the kits. He'd cleaned them and then let them be, to overwhelmed to really do more, to pay them the attention they deserved. He hated that he was like this sometimes, even with his own kids. He just didn't know how to connect to something he didn't know, weather it was his flesh and blood or not. The kids of his that had come to be close to him had done so in their days as an apprentice or young warrior, when their personalities and minds could properly mesh with fourths to allow some sort of relationship or connection. At this age, when all they were was warmth and fur and cries, there had always been an emptiness, a gap. But, he mused, the jaguar wasn't wrong. "Yeah, thanks." They were beautiful, so much so that he knew Jervis would have boasted loudly about them to anyone who would listen. Arrogant ass.

He'd let a soft rumble of humor rise in his throat. "I feel like crap." he offered honestly, but the tone of his voice confirmed there was no need for alarm of any kind. He was just sore and tired and in a bit of a daze emotionally. He'd get over it. "It's hard to keep this form going now that they're here. My body wants so bad to change back to it's original body. It's been weird wearing a skin that isn't really mine."

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[Kydobi]

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STILL THOSE VOICES ARE CALLING FROM FAR AWAY -
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Kydobi listened to them rant, attempting to imagine their struggles but the idea of being in more bodies than his own was impossible to fathom.

The closest thing he experienced was when he had first risen... feeling not at home in his own body. Having to get used to it after such disuse.

Nodding he would try to think of a solution, “Perhaps we can find a way to store your milk? Maybe you can switch back for a couple hours and have us watch them if possible?”

Now that he said it out loud it sounded rather stupid. Kydobi yawned, looking at the little figures. Strong and rather healthy. Shades of red and black and black and grays. Adorable and unique.

They didn’t deserve to also be held accountable for actions of their father.

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