Everyone had been congratulating her, giving her pats on the back and telling her how happy they were for her. They were telling her how beautiful they would, how they would be terrific, being her babies. Everyone was asking when they were due, when they could expect the eggs to be here. Everyone was saying how excited they were to welcome the new hatchlings, considering how skilled and powerful their mother was.
Despite all the feelings and the fake, forced smiles she'd returned, the Voidbringer thought only the opposite.
The Voidbringer sighed as she finally reached her solitary den, the emptiness and quietness of it all being very welcomed after her long, hard day. Stomach heavy with those eggs, the white female sat down in the middle of her home, huffing slightly and being thankful that she was finally back home. Walking around with the sore legs and back, together with the extra weight in her belly, was a lot harder than one would think. The Voidbringer found herself frowning and grimacing as the eggs inside gave her some cramps, and rubbing the bulging stomach did very little to help her.
The whole situation did very little help her. If she had to be honest, the Voidbringer would admit that she absolutely no interest in the little ones growing inside of her. They were unwanted: they were accidents. The eggs should've never been made, and she had been the fool for having let such a thing happen. She was a strong, independent female who could certainly take care of herself. Still, there were times when she was weaker, tired, exhausted, and just wishing for a break. It was impossible for a Paragon to be constantly on the look-out, and it was precisely because of that that the Voidbringer was now pregnant with eggs that never should've happened.
How was she going to fix this?
Despite all the feelings and the fake, forced smiles she'd returned, the Voidbringer thought only the opposite.
The Voidbringer sighed as she finally reached her solitary den, the emptiness and quietness of it all being very welcomed after her long, hard day. Stomach heavy with those eggs, the white female sat down in the middle of her home, huffing slightly and being thankful that she was finally back home. Walking around with the sore legs and back, together with the extra weight in her belly, was a lot harder than one would think. The Voidbringer found herself frowning and grimacing as the eggs inside gave her some cramps, and rubbing the bulging stomach did very little to help her.
The whole situation did very little help her. If she had to be honest, the Voidbringer would admit that she absolutely no interest in the little ones growing inside of her. They were unwanted: they were accidents. The eggs should've never been made, and she had been the fool for having let such a thing happen. She was a strong, independent female who could certainly take care of herself. Still, there were times when she was weaker, tired, exhausted, and just wishing for a break. It was impossible for a Paragon to be constantly on the look-out, and it was precisely because of that that the Voidbringer was now pregnant with eggs that never should've happened.
How was she going to fix this?