by Kallile » 11/14/2015 1:40 PM
The same gentle hand on her ears was still as strange as the first time, but it was a welcome strangeness. She pressed against him a little as he stroked her head, the best she could do in place of a human hug. The people around were already fascinated by seeing such a large canine freely roaming the streets in broad daylight, she didn't need to give this man a wolf hug and risk someone thinking she was attacking him.
She padded after him, looking up when he murmured softly about missing her. Did he? It was a strange sentiment...she supposed they had had a good bit of fun while they were together which is what landed her in this situation to begin with. She should have known her creators weren't that trustworthy.
Once safely inside she laid down on the floor to rest her sore legs, looking up at him as he began to check her over. The babies she carried, alerted by the new foods she had just eaten and the lack of motion, began to stir within her and as Orion ran his hand over her stomach he would certainly feel several little paws kicking at his hands.
"They're yours," she said bluntly, looking at him as if he might decent into a fit of rage from which she would have to defend herself and her offspring from. Though her face read to take caution, she continued speaking to him. "They told me I was made sterile...the people who made me. I've had...many romantic nights before as a spy and nothing. I should have known they weren't being honest with me. I must have broken whatever was keeping me sterile when I escaped."
With a deep and sharp inhale she relaxed onto the floor, her stomach now tense and hard for what seemed an eternity before it too relaxed. An early contraction, no doubt, for no more seemed to be following suit. She lifted her head back to look at him with pain in her eyes. "I didn't think I was going to find you in time, Orion. We've been looking for you since I was sure of the signs, traveled from the Whisper Forest to find you."
Should his hand still be resting there, Orion would feel the entire body of one of his children rise up under his palm--trying to get comfortable again after having his or her home squeezed.
"I have been hidden, scorned, adored, worshiped, forsaken, coveted and banished more times than I care to count. But the one thing all those experiences cannot steal from me is the gentle soul I was born with, the kind heart I have molded, and the bright ideals for the future that have lit my way through the darkness of the past."