Post by petzisme on Sept 16, 2007 17:57:09 GMT -5
Ok, so I've been plotting this for a while, but I finally got the time to start giving my little basket baby some justice. Here is his story, from the very beginning. This will be a series of four or more "flashes" of his life up until the White Rabbit... a segmented essay of sorts. His history is complex, so the various exerpts will attempt to convey him without detailing every minute of his life. I will use people and situations to characterize who he is, rather them have him tell you who he is. Allow yourselves to see a boy through their eyes... and through his own. With that said, here's Chapter one, his birth.
Pained screams shattered the moonlight as a female writhed beneath the evening stars. She was offered a nice, comfortable place inside on soft pillows chalk full of fluffy down, but she refused. Outside. Was the only speech she could muster, her elegant head shaking violently as the soft, strained tones escaped past her maw. Even the simple word burned her throat, ripped hoarse and dry from the agony that rippled through her. The pain, while originating in her abdomen had slowly worked its way through her entire insides. Soon, the young woman felt the her whole body was convulsing with each clench of her uterus.
It was raw and intense... and it was everywhere. She could barely fathom how horribly her back would ache and how all of her organs screamed in protest at every little move she made several months prior. It was a foggy, beautiful dream tucked neatly back in the recesses of her mind now as the reality of the present was truly sinking in. Each twitch she made made her more uncomfortable then the moment before. No matter how hard she tried, the discomfort would not ebb. A soft, agitated huff rushed out of her purple nose leather, while her maw opened up and drank the air savagely once more. She gasp hard, short and shallow breaths for several long moments, her buttercup body draped in an unflattering mass upon the emerald grasses and lit only by the dim reflection of the invisible sun cast through his lady, Moon.
On any other occasion, the tricolor form would have been long and slender: pointed ears, wedged face, short rounded muzzle, long tufted tail, lengthy limbs and petite paws. Now, though, her distinctly feline features were marred by a massive bulge that occupied the majority of her stomach and muted the rest of her length to appear excessively plump, which was even more odd on an obviously petite frame. Her thin legs sharply contrasted the round belly, greatly reducing her mobility. Of course, even if she was capable of relatively easy movement, the Siamese would be doing nothing of the sort.
She panted harder as the fierce contractions took hold of her once more, making it hard to breathe. Emerald eyes contorted into a distressed expression, barely squinting open, before her maw was wrenched open once more by the pain within manifesting itself into verbal song. It did not take a genius to recognize a difficult birth when they were seeing one. Unfortunately, even the local midwife could do nothing for her. The kit's head had already passed a few inches down her birth canal, and if she stopped pushing, she would risk asphyxiating the child... possibly resulting in death. That left her only two choices: push now and have a live baby or wait to push later and give birth to a stillborn. Faced with these rather drastic options, she instinctually fought for life.
Push, love! A sweet voice called from somewhere off to her right. Its sweet melody cut through all the agony like a warm knife through butter, to which she automatically willed herself to obey. The feline could sense from the worried, but affectionate plea that her labor was paining the ferret as well. She sucked in a quick burst of air, then squeezed her eyes closed as her muscles tensed once more. When she opened them again, the elegant form of her love greeted her. It was blurry at first, but soon the distinct outline of the ivory, pink and lavender female came into focus and she saw nothing else. For one blissful moment, there was only her and her moon-eyed love, an encouraging smile situated firmly upon her face. The Morganberry purriaowed in warm affection, then doubled her efforts, as if drawing strength from her mate's presence.
Onlookers watched from a distance as the pregnant woman's voice seemed to fill the whole of Yarrow Gardens with her pained song. The young couple had recently moved to the outskirts of town upon the carrier's request, so only a few could be disturbed by her evening labor. Of course, some of those in range had been awakened from their beds and traveled into the depths of the many vibrant blossoms just to see the pointed form writhing among them. The lovely amber base of her shape blended perfectly with the surrounding daffodils, while the all of her extremities glistened a brilliant pink to florescent purple at the tips, akin to the local wildflowers that sprung up all around her. If one didn't know any better, they might assume she was local to the region, but her eyes gave her away: a stunning green.
The birthing was nearing an end, with shades of yellow and pink fur already peeking through. It had been hours, but finally the entire ordeal was coming to an end and the girls would be reaping the fruit of their success. Cat eyes opened again to see an adoring smile fixed on Kamaria's face, to which she smiled weakly back. Almost there. She thought, feeling the encouragement radiating off her counterpart. Breath came to her in sharp pants and her whole body ached, but that didn't matter anymore. Feeling the contractions start up again, she dug her paws into the ferret's chest rapidly and pushed one last time with a crazed yowl. When her tone died into the darkness, a small tricolor form laid between the pair. The baby was born at last.
Pained screams shattered the moonlight as a female writhed beneath the evening stars. She was offered a nice, comfortable place inside on soft pillows chalk full of fluffy down, but she refused. Outside. Was the only speech she could muster, her elegant head shaking violently as the soft, strained tones escaped past her maw. Even the simple word burned her throat, ripped hoarse and dry from the agony that rippled through her. The pain, while originating in her abdomen had slowly worked its way through her entire insides. Soon, the young woman felt the her whole body was convulsing with each clench of her uterus.
It was raw and intense... and it was everywhere. She could barely fathom how horribly her back would ache and how all of her organs screamed in protest at every little move she made several months prior. It was a foggy, beautiful dream tucked neatly back in the recesses of her mind now as the reality of the present was truly sinking in. Each twitch she made made her more uncomfortable then the moment before. No matter how hard she tried, the discomfort would not ebb. A soft, agitated huff rushed out of her purple nose leather, while her maw opened up and drank the air savagely once more. She gasp hard, short and shallow breaths for several long moments, her buttercup body draped in an unflattering mass upon the emerald grasses and lit only by the dim reflection of the invisible sun cast through his lady, Moon.
On any other occasion, the tricolor form would have been long and slender: pointed ears, wedged face, short rounded muzzle, long tufted tail, lengthy limbs and petite paws. Now, though, her distinctly feline features were marred by a massive bulge that occupied the majority of her stomach and muted the rest of her length to appear excessively plump, which was even more odd on an obviously petite frame. Her thin legs sharply contrasted the round belly, greatly reducing her mobility. Of course, even if she was capable of relatively easy movement, the Siamese would be doing nothing of the sort.
She panted harder as the fierce contractions took hold of her once more, making it hard to breathe. Emerald eyes contorted into a distressed expression, barely squinting open, before her maw was wrenched open once more by the pain within manifesting itself into verbal song. It did not take a genius to recognize a difficult birth when they were seeing one. Unfortunately, even the local midwife could do nothing for her. The kit's head had already passed a few inches down her birth canal, and if she stopped pushing, she would risk asphyxiating the child... possibly resulting in death. That left her only two choices: push now and have a live baby or wait to push later and give birth to a stillborn. Faced with these rather drastic options, she instinctually fought for life.
Push, love! A sweet voice called from somewhere off to her right. Its sweet melody cut through all the agony like a warm knife through butter, to which she automatically willed herself to obey. The feline could sense from the worried, but affectionate plea that her labor was paining the ferret as well. She sucked in a quick burst of air, then squeezed her eyes closed as her muscles tensed once more. When she opened them again, the elegant form of her love greeted her. It was blurry at first, but soon the distinct outline of the ivory, pink and lavender female came into focus and she saw nothing else. For one blissful moment, there was only her and her moon-eyed love, an encouraging smile situated firmly upon her face. The Morganberry purriaowed in warm affection, then doubled her efforts, as if drawing strength from her mate's presence.
Onlookers watched from a distance as the pregnant woman's voice seemed to fill the whole of Yarrow Gardens with her pained song. The young couple had recently moved to the outskirts of town upon the carrier's request, so only a few could be disturbed by her evening labor. Of course, some of those in range had been awakened from their beds and traveled into the depths of the many vibrant blossoms just to see the pointed form writhing among them. The lovely amber base of her shape blended perfectly with the surrounding daffodils, while the all of her extremities glistened a brilliant pink to florescent purple at the tips, akin to the local wildflowers that sprung up all around her. If one didn't know any better, they might assume she was local to the region, but her eyes gave her away: a stunning green.
The birthing was nearing an end, with shades of yellow and pink fur already peeking through. It had been hours, but finally the entire ordeal was coming to an end and the girls would be reaping the fruit of their success. Cat eyes opened again to see an adoring smile fixed on Kamaria's face, to which she smiled weakly back. Almost there. She thought, feeling the encouragement radiating off her counterpart. Breath came to her in sharp pants and her whole body ached, but that didn't matter anymore. Feeling the contractions start up again, she dug her paws into the ferret's chest rapidly and pushed one last time with a crazed yowl. When her tone died into the darkness, a small tricolor form laid between the pair. The baby was born at last.
