I Have No Skeletons In My Armoire

[.cay]

Surging air around me keeps me buoyant as it catches in little air pockets under my golden-white wings. Pumping them strongly, as it did take effort for me to keep my body straight and on course without saying as I had a newfound weight growing against my belly. The new weight was uncomfortable for me; I was not used to it, and it rendered me clumsy and unsteady. A certain nauseous tang tinged both my stomach and my throat, burning against the deliate flesh there. I fight to keep my tonuge from swiping around my jowls as I scent a falcon somewhere in the air beside us. It was strange; before I was never attracted to both air and water fowl. I didn't mind the occasional grouse, but that would have been it.

It feels like my small bodice is warped, carrying as it is, the new bump that seemed to tug and tear at my skin. It is disconcerting, but I try to keep my focus on flying straight and as close to Saku, my master, as possible without brushing wings. I feel safe in his presence: everything I had been hoping for.

And here I was, fulfilling my fathers' dreams. I had been with a very handsome stag, and with my bred-in beauty, we were sure to carry along his tradition of trophy-like offsprings. My hind leg nudges my bump sub-consciously, as I drift into a sort of daydream about my future children.

We are flying gracefully but quickly over what seemed like a huge expanse of glass, and I am transifxed. With every careful pump of my air-bringers, I stare down at our glimmering reflections in the water. Saku had said we were going to my new home, but this dismal stretch of water seemed uninhabitable at best. I am confused, but say nothing, and merely smile shyly at the great brute beside me. I have just looked back to our surroundings again when I spot the biggest rock I have ever seen in my life.

It was enormous! As we near it, I let my jaw fall slack in awe. This must be Saku's camp! There seem to be engraved inlets on the surface of the stone, which look a little like dens. Leading off on one of the shallower sides to the rock was a little sloping ramp, which led into the water. It must be how non-triaids enter the camp, I think carefully to myself. The formation of stone was etherial and gorgeous in my eyes, while still darq enough to instill a tiny shiver of electricty down my spine. I shiver greatly as my paws touch the cold granite for the first time, and I force myself to bring my back legs to the ominous stone, too.

I am blinking around me at everything there is to take in, waiting for my master to land beside me. What a sight!

[Cloudmuffin - -]

You lied a river of tears, I know that you're faking
You cried & quivered adhered, way to stick to it
But I've given everything that's left
The blood spilled on the table
You cried & quivered adhered, way to stick to it
& I've given everything I've got
The blood's on the table

My long feathers dance a familiar tune, stretching my shoulder muscles delicately. Oh how amazing it felt to be in flight! I turn my head slightly to catch the beauty beside me in my eerie gaze. The sun cradles her gold tendrils like they are long lost friends, making the soft palet giggle and squirm in a rather lovely way. Breaking free from the forest, I hawk out my new territory. It is just as lonesome as when I first left it. The thought makes me want to chuckle. I'm not sure whether it is my scent that scared off opposition, or the horrid wetness of the place. I seem to be less in favor of the more likely reason. As we fly in closer to the riverside, I take note of smaller animals facing the wide open death trap to take a few gulps of the water. I had been worried about hunting, but with my wings it would be simple to dive down and kill one.

My toy lights down before me, and I land softly beside her, tucking my wings in. "Lovely, isn't it?" I murmer, looking from her to my claim and back. I adore the way the sunlight reflects back off of everything, making small rainbows here and their. But most of all, I love how it is mine. Gazing around my domain one final time, I turn back and dissapear into one of the den entrances in the cave. Yards into the hearts rock, the small enclove opens into a sizeable den. In the farthest corner, I see what I had expected. A cave lay open, tiny bones settled into it's metal floor. A larger skeleton lay wrapped around the tiny ones, like the wrapping on a christmas present. Tufts of fur act as a bow.

I turn my gaze to the femme that trailed me into the dank - barely lit - den. "While I'm here, I imagine it would be safe to leave you the run of the place. However I'll lock you up whenever I leave, and at night. For now, you get aquanted with your den, and I'll be back in a bit." I purr abruptly, slithering past my catch and shedding my coat of visibility. Reaching the entrance I leap powerfully into the sky. I know that the fae-servent needs a meal if I expect her to come even close to surviving the birth of my first litter.

I eye a small gazelle carefully for a moment, wings keeping my aloft but hovering in one place. I remain far to high above for him to hear the beating of my wings. He is young, his crown only reaching nub statis. Calmly I wait until he reaches down to take a gulp of the clear H2O that glitters and dances and ripples below me. Seeing my oppurtunity, I tilt forward and dive, slamming into the brute with backbreaking force - his, not mine. He bleats once, shuddering under my weight, and dies.

It is not until that moment that I realize how difficult carrying him back will be. I snort once in irritation, and firmly grasp his hind leg between my pearlie whites. Stretching my wings to their height, I leap up and push down. Struggling to hover, I bat my wings in a quickening crescendo, slowly lifting further off the ground. The wieght of the brute - though he isn't that much bigger than me - hurts my neck. The strain quickens my breathing, strains my muscles, but I manage to left him to the ramp that straggles from the water, forming something like a beach.

Once I lay him there, it is easy to drag him to the den entrance. I ponder for a moment, then begin eating, feasting first on the critters liver then working to the more tender meats. Once I eat my fill, I call to the soon-to-be mother.

You wipe the tears away should've known better
Letting go of all your lies sorry for suffocating
But I've given everything I've got
The blood spilled on the table
You cried you shiver & shake
But I'm going to have to let you go
& I've given everything I've got
The blood's on the table

[.cay]

My pearly white muzz quivers excitedly as he steps beside me, the rugged figure so lithe and surprisingly graceful in the air. I watch as he slowly tucks in his wings, and I hide a smile to myself. His words strike a pleasing chill through my harks and down to my bones. Lovely, isn't it?

[/b] It is a soft and low melody, and I turn to stare once again at this creature. I want to reply, and say how much it took away my breath, but it felt out of place, and I merely nodded slightly instead. If I had tried to speak then, it would be nothing but a jumble as his words collided with the absolute ether around us in both the surroundings and in the life of the rock itself.

I could feel souls here, trapped inside the wavering force deep inside the great erratic. Their warmth seemed to seep up through the stone and into my pulsing aeorta. His gaze melts through my skin, and crawls deep inside my veins. Was it just that his blood swirled amongst mine in my swollen stomach? That was creating this insatiable and gravitational pull towards this stag? It must be-- that, and the rescuing he seemed to be doing. He is taking me in, I am grateful, as I am grateful again for the company of a fellow lupine.

He leads me into a deep enclosure in the rock face, and turns to me to say, While I'm here, I imagine it would be safe to leave you the run of the place. However I'll lock you up whenever I leave, and at night. For now, you get aquanted with your den, and I'll be back in a bit.[/b] The words are glowing in the dark area, and just as soon as he appeared to me when we met; he was gone.

My maw lifts up and cries out softly at the shock of his instant disappearance, but I quickly stifle it. Shaking my head to clear it, I peer around the room. It was slightly spacious; certainly not a mansion, but not too shabby either. The walls were dark and damp, with a few spots of moss growing where the wall met the floor. A few bones littered the area, and just the sight of them is enough to send my belly into turmoil. I am not entirely sure why, as I have dealt with skeletons many times before, but for some reason the sight enrages nausea inside of me.

With quick, hardly touching swipes of my paw, I let fly the bones out of my den. When they were finally gone, I sneak back into the area and start to tear some moss from the walls. Pushing deftly with both of my paws, I eradicate out of the springy life form all water, and ball it up into a respectable nest. I smile at the progress and settle into it, nudging my bloated sides with another back paw. I lay my head on my forelegs and stare at it, growing, expansive. What will you be like..? I unconsciously murmur, dozing.

Suddenly, I hear a grunt and a thud, and jump to my feet in surprise. Then, the light breeze brings Saku's scent to my nares, and I soften, padding gently outside into the sun. He is before me with a large carcass, and I blink, salivating at the anticipation of the warm and bloody meat. My basin growls anxiously, but I recognise a heirarchship when I see one. I look respectfully at my paws after I sat, waiting patiently for the man before me to complete his meal first.

When he had finished, and got up, he calls to me. With a smile, I pad up to him and lay at his paws, licking the side of his foreleg softly. Thank you, my vocals purr. I am on my feet again with a small and gentle bark of gratitude to my master, as I make my way towards the food. I knew not how ravenous I was, until my lips ghosted the open flesh. I devoured as much of my fill as I could before sinking back down to my haunches.

I instantly begin to groom so that my shiny coat looks its best. No blood to snarl and smear in my fur, no tangles or mattes from the wind. Out of the corner of my baby blue eyes, I watch my alpha carefully. As I finish, I pad over to the enterance to my den, and lay there awkwardly. My stomach is beginning to swell larger, and I shift my hindlegs so that they are both out in the same direction beside me, and my front legs keep my upper body up, ad my head looking down to where the spawn grew inside of me. My radar swing between both Saku and my form, as I intend to fully research what changes beset my small bones and frame.[/size][/blockquote]

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Oh no, no, I'm not impressed with you,
Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you,
Rock late and sleep until the sun sets,
I'd talk but you took the tongue I talk with

I cannot help to find a murmer of amusement at how the fae has grown. Her stomach wobbles and trembles with growth, expanding far beyond what I thought was possible. My gaze - of it's own accord - will not leave my catch. I notice dripples of blood upon her gold plumage, gore from her resent meal. Tanlges knot up here and there, the winds parting gift. With a stomach like that, it would be no doubt impossible to lift herself more than an inch or two from the earth face. I try to imagine what it would be like to suddenly find my lithe form expanding with the spawn of a stranger, to find that my legs are somehow shackled to the ground. The thought is bitter upon my mind, but not held for long. I do not have the she-wolf's parts, a cannot carry pups. Not only that, but a stage would be hard pressed to try an tame me. I could feel the power of ages of magic course through my shadow dipped blood, snaking its way through my darq veins. I would hold my own in a fight with any brutely bastard that tempted to trap me. And maybe if the she-dog had been stronger, she wouldn't find herself as a slave to the stronger.

I note silently that she doesn't seem to mind the servitude. That pondering trace is strange and foriegn. I cannot imagine how anyone can find the life of a brood-bitch as a homey comfert. But she appears at home as she sprawls on my ground and licks away at the muck that has dared sour her appearance. Quick effeciant head bobs detangle her glorious fur, long rough lasps remove stains and traces of any meal she may have devoured.

I sniff at the gazelle for a moment, but quickly decide I am no longer hungry. Satisfied for the moment I step away from the carcass and settle gracefully to the ground. It is strange to be in the company of another lupine, and I almost wish to leave. Surely I could find another fae and ensnare her here in my humble abode? I dismiss the thought with a twitch of my alabaster auds. I want to be here when my pups are birthed. The process slightly intrigues me, in some perverse way. Maybe after this litter is spawned I will slip away to broaden my brood.

I decide to follow the fae's habit and give myself a good grooming. My fur tastes of travel dust and wreaks of the eerie forest I had stalked earlier. Ignoring such things, I lick and lick until my coat is restored to it's previous luster. Hindsight is like karma though, and I quickly realize I could have just had a quick swim rather than lick at my dusty tasting fur. My hackles prickle uncomfertably, and I raise my gaze to meet that of my she-wolf's. Her blue eyes gaze from me to her stomach and back again, and all the sudden I want to know what is going on it that nicely shaped skull of hers. However, I do not ask, and rather stand and skulk past her, down the ramp and into the water. Knee deep in the icy depths I take a long drink to clean the dust crunch from my jowls, and wash the dried blood from my muzzle.

Creeping back, I again begin to watch my fae, eyes sticking to her ever growing barrel. I wonder what my children will be like. Who they will favor. What goals they will become obsessed with. I realize quickly that I want small beautiful daughters, and - for now - weak sickly sons. Or maybe not on the son's part. Wouldn't that reflect my genes? So strong big boys. I slip into a sitting position and try to decide what I would do with any boys given to me. I don't want an heir, but maybe I need one anyway?

I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it's that much better if I blame it on a person,
I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it's that much better if I blame it on a person.

[.cay]

Back to gleaming, in a frivolous and marvelous coat of golden white fur, I bask in the warmth of the stone beneath me. My stomach expands upwards from my body, almost like an alien parasite that leeched itself to my tiny frame. It rose and fell with my every breath, but seemed distorted, or distended. Glancing upon it, I could not help to be perturbed; Yet, I could not tear my gaze away. Eager for the distraction, I turned my attentions to the male-form that lay across the small clearing of stone.

He languished himself as he groomed; like he was some kind of a lupine prince. Every one of his simple movements seemed perfectly calculated, and graceful but strong. It was paradoxial, but I don't mind. I became transfixed, only starting slightly when his gaze lifted and met with mine. I jumped, and looked swiftly at my paws. I squirm a little uneasily, feeling too full. Maybe I ate too fast, after not relishing in such a meal like that for a very long time. I nuzz my cranium against the fury in my bodice, which almost seemed to spasm under my touch.

Perplexing.

Suddenly it hits me like a bullet; and I make a sound that is halfway between a yowl and a whimper. My small frame is now wreaked with pain, sweat starting to bead on my muzz and above my brow. I shake; head laid flat against the ground below me. I begin to be unaware of up or down, what is left and what is right. I am even unable to tell where my paws were flailing, and where Saku was. My stomach contracts painfully, and my body is crumbled to small quivers. My lungs scream for oxygen, and I quickly gulp in a huge amount, starting to cough above everything else.

I whine through the coughs. Somehow, I start to be aware of how I must look, and struggle to compose myself. Struggle to get and remain calm. My head shakes from one side to another, silently, and my paws scrabble lightly in front of me, against the hard stone. My nails make small clicks against the smooth surface. My mind screams again for oxygen as my coughing subsides, but my mind is racing. I cannot draw the right breath, it is too shallow, I feel nothing.

Then, another spasm. I whimper, oh so softly, head pushing so hard against the ebonite I was sure it would leave bruises.

[Cloudmuffin - -]

X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.
And the setlist setlist,
You stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.

Whines and howls break loose, and I rocket to my paws, every muscle tense in ready for attack. I slip into my safety cloak of invisibility without a thought, a growl of warning escaping my powdered maw before I can even take note of what the racket is. My auditories tip toward the sound of pain, my topaz gaze jetting to the doll that lay spasming against the stone. With a start I surprise myself, instinct taking over and pulling me to the pained gal with a quick wing thrust.

I land at her side, but it seems a mistake. Immediately I am throttled with her paw-slaps. Whispers and yowls erupt from her bottle, twisting her face into a grotesque mask of it's previous beauty. She gulps once, a hideous sounds, then erupts in a fit of hacking, her entire frame shaking with the force of it. Her stomach ripples, a gruesome thing, and I back up a few steps, expecting the pups to simply rip their way from their mother's side.

Her whines become more pained, but softer, uttered through clenched teeth. Her muscles clinch tightly, making her shiver against nature's natural way. She looks so utterly pitiful there, laying in the dirt. For a moment I feel the urge to duck forward and coach her through this ordeal, but instead I back up another good inch or two, should she decide to flail again. I tuck my legs beneath me, crouching much like a cat, and wait. I'm going to be a sire soon. I think, the thought bringing a smug smirk to my face. What glorious pups they will be. My gaze locks on to the straining girl before me, ears tilted shraply torward her. I note every shudder, every gasp of pain, every whine of agony. I always pictured birthing more beautiful, more glorious. However, I know see it as it is.. a great pain.

Bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is best is,
No one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.

[.cay]

I am hardly aware as the stag beside me goes through a fit of discrepancies. I can hardly note how he slips so instantly from my view again, and into nothingness. I am not able to take in his sudden re-appearance, as before. No, I am unable to witness or even take in these events. However, when it is the brute who seems to be at my side, I whimper. My paws make sharp contact with something huge, built and solid. I gasp once more in pain, and fling my head back against the ground; dazed.

In a haze of dizziness, I can discern a presence near me, with me. I sense a slight warmth, and an expecation erupting from this being. My head is swimming, nasty blurs of vision and up-ended sights tear across my visage. I am dumb-struck, finally able to just lay still against what is now a cool, smooth surface unerneath me. Air begins to whistle into my lungs once again. Panting, I use up very last breath of t near me, it seems.

Convusling again, I whimper lowly. It feels like Omega himself is tearing apart my bosom, seething to spill blossoms of rubies over the ground beneath me. Pinned sharply against my head, my radars seem unable to scan for noise. The world seems silent, as I lay in pain on its feet.

As soon as it started, and then it was like slicing open a fruit that suddenly spilt seeds from the wound. I yelp quietly and writhe, some underlying instinct telling me to push the vile pain out. This agony was blinding; white lights stream across my visor. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the lights, but fail and end up just pushing on blindly in the light. Soon, the pain is relieved for one moment, and I feel my first pup slide beside me with a pitiful yowl. I cannot lift my head to view it, when another lightning strike of pain sears across my flesh. Just like the first one, came the second one.

I was finally over the worst, I know it. Panting heavily, I lay down my head and close my eyes. The world still swims before me. I can hardly bear it.

However, when the two little scraps of wet fur begin to crawl their way towards my stomach, I force myself to look up.

There before me lay two of the smallest pieces of wolf I have ever seen. One was white that faded into gold, and upon a quick lick and sniff of it, deduced a little faelet. I give her a few more precious licks before turning to my first born. It was a staglet, and as I leaned closer to view his peculiar colouring, he made a sound that reminded me nothing other than of a mewl. He was white all over, with a soft fuzzy blackness on the ends of his white fur. At the ends of both of his ears, and of his tail, there were black patches. His muzz was entirely black and his two front paws had little black socks on. My, what cuties!

They turned out exactly as they should have turned out, and I was proud. Though the boy seemed to be quite a lick bigger than the girl, both were gorgeous, and looked stronger than I ever had at their age. Mind you, their sire was pretty big and strong himself.

I lay back down, exhausted, as the pups start to suckle. Their sharp teeth tear at my soft belly skin, and I wince at every touch. I know that I am how they will grow, so I put up with it, trying to distract my mind by thinking up names for the balls of fluff and DNA that tied my master and I together.

For your firstborn... I murmur ever so softly, addressing Saku. Your firstborn, Savage Skeleton, and your daughter, Cursed Babylon. My voice is hardly higher than a whisper. And finally I slip into a light sleep, completely worn out.

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I blink mournfully at the piercing lightness that seems to erupt from anywhere I look. The brightness hurts my glacial eyes, and I shut them fervently. My tiny pink nose quivers and I sense my twin moving nxiously forward towards the enticing and warm scent of milk. I follow her blindly, merely by touch, and squirm against a malleable and smooth belly until I find purchase on that very same surface, to greedily suckle for my growling and seemingly empty belly. I am only aware of what must be our mother, and my sister beside me.

Her soft fur mingles against mine, puppy soft. The other fur that I brush up against is nearly as soft, but so much longer. Chancing a peek, it is a brilliant gold that captivates me, and reminds me of my sister.

I hear soft words; words spoken about us. My mother's voice is silken and pleasing, and lulls me gently. She names us, but to whom? Surely not to us, she refers to as daughters and firstborns. But, I cannot see, and only register what she gives me as my name. Savage Skeleton, I think carefully. Skava...

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Shudders and cries of pains tug forth a nose, dark as smut underneath it's coatings of blood and womb. It inches out, not quite so eager to explore this new world as it would be in a few weeks. Shoulders follow, strong shoulders, shoulders of my genes. And then the thing simply flops pitifully to the ground, a tiny thud in an universe of sounds. I tip foward to sniff at the wet critter, head tipped a little to left. The creature was so tiny, so weak and helpless. My nose pulled in scents of male-hood. Scents of healthiness. Scents of a strange tugging hunger. Satisfied with my search, the search of my son, I rock back onto my haunches and turn my attentions to his mother, unsure of what she will do with this new.. thing.

Inatead of her attentions falling to her newborn pup, the dam goes slack, as if finally freed of the burden, and then spasms again, tuftie ears tucked tight against her sculptured cranium. With a start, I realize there is more to this show. Watching closely I recognize the same signs as before, just before a tiny muzz parts the unmentionable places it is birthed from. The nose is definitly more pink then black, followed by a face of gold hairs. As more is pushed under my scrutiny, I notice the delicate fade from gold to white. I also notice that though it's paws are rather large, the thing is built much more like it's mother. Leaning in closer, I rewarded with the scents of feminism and health.

I rock back as I did before, loosining my wings from their cramping closeness to my sides. Again my attention turns to their mother. As the scraps of wolf creep towards her side - and the precious milk that abides there - she awards them with rouch lifts, gentkle in nature, that quickly clean away the mire that coated them since that day in the forest. Tilting her cap slightly, her gold maw parts, showing a tongue of pink and long gracefull fangs of white. With the breath of the wind, she names my children.

With a smirk I again lean foward, muscles slithering with the action. Gaing at my two little spawn-beauties, I test their names in my head. It intrigues me the way the girl mixed our own two names, much like we mixed our genes in the creation of these wolf babes. Whispered wonderings wallow within the wide depths of my mind. What will these two creatures grow up to be like? Will they too sprout wings to aide their quests? Will misfortunes befall them at every turn? Or blessings? Topaz gems lift to seek out the saphires nestled behind lids of sound sleep. Breath wooshes in and out of her bottle in a steady peaceful wir. Child birth muat be exhausting.

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Angry. Try to sound. Can't make it work. Crawl. First on limb, then the other. At a girl. A smell. Good smell. I need this smell. Warm. It is. From her I move towards it. Yeh thats it.

[.cay]

My mind swirls lavishly in the decadence around me. There are a million different sights, sounds, scents. Each one called to me, enticing me away like a child with candy. However, I keep my ebonite paws firmly planted in the ground (or, should I say rock) beside my mother. A quick gaze in her direction told me two things: She was asleep, and my sister was still laying between her legs against her stomach. I had managed to venture a few feet away, proudly lifting my head up to stare down my muzzle at the two. I felt bigger; braver. However, when a large creature shrieks and snaps jaws close near my head, I scramble back to the safety of that warm, golden white fur. A winged beast surges serenely away, victorious.

Scenter twitching, I turn my head side to side, taking in the surroundings. It was like a mountain of rock! I couldn't tell what lay over the edges, nor at the heights of the cliffs. Not that I really wanted to, at that moment. I am perfectly content with sitting here, guarding the women.

A heavy, dark scent mingles in my kissers. I turn my head and am faced with a brute beast that reminds me of me. My jaws part and slide over my teeth before I recognise the scent. He was here the whole time. Ever since creation; I could almost feel this connecting bond. What was this? Confusion tears through my mind like rattlesnakes. I want to call out against this beast, this massive creature, but am unable to form words. Pup-bottle cracks open to let a string of small growls and whelps out. It is a question, a statement, an inquiry. All wrapped in one neat-little-package of vocal stringencies and patterns.

Ice blue orbs record his every shifting. I am silent as I am still, awaiting the shadows' response.