Post by The Jenn on Oct 18, 2008 0:07:06 GMT -5
Had to write this, since I'm not going to be RPing it out. As of now, Miss Lani is officially deceased. I'll be closing threads that involved her, as her muse has moved on to a different part of my brain. Nothing will be left of her besides the children and her grieving family. She was the closest living relative that Bernard had, emotionally, and one of her Daddy's princesses. Bernard and Vio were there in the palace. Gaston had to be informed by letter in Avington.
I'm assuming that Viola will be taking the children and probably moving to Avington, or maybe staying in the palace. That's up to Kari, a'course! I'm just guessing. The cockatrice-bebe is Nako's, and I'm contacting others about the Selkie eaglet.
...tell me what you think? No dialogue, since it spans a decent amount of time and it just didn't fit with the style. Even better would be character reactions, if they happened to know her or know of her. <3
Title: Lani Deathfic (ooooh, creative >_>)
Characters: Lokelani, others mentioned briefly
Word Count: 942
Pregnancy was a surprise to Lani.
Really, it shouldn't have been, not with the way she slept around and failed to do anything to prevent children. It was a miracle she hadn't been knocked up already. Everyone knew she was a bit of a slut, whether they loved her or hated her. She would say that she "liked to have a good time" and that life was a party to be enjoyed to the fullest. For her, that included hanging out in clubs and picking up guys for fun, quick flings. She hadn't found anyone worth hanging onto for the long-term yet, and until then she would just enjoy herself with her handsome strangers and the occasional regular like Zane. Such a cutie, that bird.
Kids weren't really on her agenda in life, but she figured that she could deal. She had a big enough family to help her out and she knew her sister would just jump at the chance to play with nieces or nephews, which was all for the best. Viola would see a lot of the kids, if she had anything to say about it. Ironically, she would see even more of them because Lani didn't have a say in the matter.
Abdominal pain was her first clue that all wasn't as it should be. She figured that a certain amount of discomfort was normal, but the occasional stabs of pain that made her gasp were just a little... weird. She hadn't heard anybody mention pain like that until the kids actually popped out. Maybe she just hadn't asked the right people and it was a rarer symptom.
Over the course of a few months, she came to the conclusion that pregnancy really was a disease of sorts. She got moody, she ate a lot of cheddar cheese for no good reason beyond something in her head telling her that was what she wanted, and the random bouts of vomiting weren't very fun. "Morning sickness" wasn't a term she could really apply, since she got it whenever her body felt like rebelling, usually in the evenings. That made her nights a lot less fun than they used to be. She very much wanted the sprog or sprogs out and was looking forward to being free of their added bulk. Her figure was just lovely without them interfering, thank you very much.
The odd pains got worse as the pregnancy progressed. She had occasional nauseous spells that had nothing to do with vomiting, and it felt like someone stabbing a knife into her gut once or twice a day. It always went away within a few seconds, though, so she figured it was nothing important. She was always pretty healthy. A few kids wouldn't be enough to change that too drastically beyond the normal, annoying pregnancy issues.
At eight months, illness started to show more clearly in her face and figure. She looked strained and her skin was an odd shade beneath the pale fur, tinged with gray. Temmin couldn't figure out what it was and ran a few tests, but pregnancy wasn't really his specialty and she irritably waved off suggestions of bringing in doctors from Corvistowne who knew more about such issues. She would be fine. She just wanted them out.
Her stomach was large and round and normal-looking when it came time for the birth, but she'd lost a few pounds of weight during the pregnancy as opposed to the normal small gains and a few people were worried. She bitched and moaned while they got her prepped for delivery, complaining of severe abdominal pains that could have passed as particularly strong contractions. Her body wasn't really built for carrying or bearing children, internally. The systems were just a hair 'off' and she looked gray enough by that point that there were fears of a secondary complication besides the pregnancy.
When the children came out, there was blood. A lot of it. Stemming the flow was difficult, but the doctors managed. They weren't being paid by the Court of Hearts for nothing. They knew their business. They also knew that there was something incredibly wrong after the birth was over, with her and with the children. They were bizarre and deformed, one much more so than the other. A single leg was an anomaly, but explainable. The mutations on the other child... well, a few of the doctors debated whether or not it was really a Card. The evidence of his rank and suit marking were impossible to ignore, though, and those discussions quickly gave way to what exactly plagued their mother.
Her health deteriorated rapidly over the course of four days, with her fur losing any luster that remained and her skin turning a dull gray beneath it. When one doctor finally checked for poisoning as a last resort, knowing full well of her immunity, they were shocked to discover the truth. Early on in the pregnancy, the lining of her uterus had been punctured and slowly poisoned her body over the course of months. Her ability naturally fought against it, but the amount of toxins grew as the unborn children grew and pressed against the small tear, widening it with every passing week. By the end, the birth damaged it to such a degree that her body just couldn't handle the magic in its weakened state.
During those four days, she saw the children that had come out of her. Tears were hard in coming by that point, all of her body's energy going towards supporting the magical ability that was barely keeping her alive. Looking at their strangeness and deformities, she couldn't even manage words.
She died ill, pained, and in her sleep.
I'm assuming that Viola will be taking the children and probably moving to Avington, or maybe staying in the palace. That's up to Kari, a'course! I'm just guessing. The cockatrice-bebe is Nako's, and I'm contacting others about the Selkie eaglet.
...tell me what you think? No dialogue, since it spans a decent amount of time and it just didn't fit with the style. Even better would be character reactions, if they happened to know her or know of her. <3
Title: Lani Deathfic (ooooh, creative >_>)
Characters: Lokelani, others mentioned briefly
Word Count: 942
Pregnancy was a surprise to Lani.
Really, it shouldn't have been, not with the way she slept around and failed to do anything to prevent children. It was a miracle she hadn't been knocked up already. Everyone knew she was a bit of a slut, whether they loved her or hated her. She would say that she "liked to have a good time" and that life was a party to be enjoyed to the fullest. For her, that included hanging out in clubs and picking up guys for fun, quick flings. She hadn't found anyone worth hanging onto for the long-term yet, and until then she would just enjoy herself with her handsome strangers and the occasional regular like Zane. Such a cutie, that bird.
Kids weren't really on her agenda in life, but she figured that she could deal. She had a big enough family to help her out and she knew her sister would just jump at the chance to play with nieces or nephews, which was all for the best. Viola would see a lot of the kids, if she had anything to say about it. Ironically, she would see even more of them because Lani didn't have a say in the matter.
Abdominal pain was her first clue that all wasn't as it should be. She figured that a certain amount of discomfort was normal, but the occasional stabs of pain that made her gasp were just a little... weird. She hadn't heard anybody mention pain like that until the kids actually popped out. Maybe she just hadn't asked the right people and it was a rarer symptom.
Over the course of a few months, she came to the conclusion that pregnancy really was a disease of sorts. She got moody, she ate a lot of cheddar cheese for no good reason beyond something in her head telling her that was what she wanted, and the random bouts of vomiting weren't very fun. "Morning sickness" wasn't a term she could really apply, since she got it whenever her body felt like rebelling, usually in the evenings. That made her nights a lot less fun than they used to be. She very much wanted the sprog or sprogs out and was looking forward to being free of their added bulk. Her figure was just lovely without them interfering, thank you very much.
The odd pains got worse as the pregnancy progressed. She had occasional nauseous spells that had nothing to do with vomiting, and it felt like someone stabbing a knife into her gut once or twice a day. It always went away within a few seconds, though, so she figured it was nothing important. She was always pretty healthy. A few kids wouldn't be enough to change that too drastically beyond the normal, annoying pregnancy issues.
At eight months, illness started to show more clearly in her face and figure. She looked strained and her skin was an odd shade beneath the pale fur, tinged with gray. Temmin couldn't figure out what it was and ran a few tests, but pregnancy wasn't really his specialty and she irritably waved off suggestions of bringing in doctors from Corvistowne who knew more about such issues. She would be fine. She just wanted them out.
Her stomach was large and round and normal-looking when it came time for the birth, but she'd lost a few pounds of weight during the pregnancy as opposed to the normal small gains and a few people were worried. She bitched and moaned while they got her prepped for delivery, complaining of severe abdominal pains that could have passed as particularly strong contractions. Her body wasn't really built for carrying or bearing children, internally. The systems were just a hair 'off' and she looked gray enough by that point that there were fears of a secondary complication besides the pregnancy.
When the children came out, there was blood. A lot of it. Stemming the flow was difficult, but the doctors managed. They weren't being paid by the Court of Hearts for nothing. They knew their business. They also knew that there was something incredibly wrong after the birth was over, with her and with the children. They were bizarre and deformed, one much more so than the other. A single leg was an anomaly, but explainable. The mutations on the other child... well, a few of the doctors debated whether or not it was really a Card. The evidence of his rank and suit marking were impossible to ignore, though, and those discussions quickly gave way to what exactly plagued their mother.
Her health deteriorated rapidly over the course of four days, with her fur losing any luster that remained and her skin turning a dull gray beneath it. When one doctor finally checked for poisoning as a last resort, knowing full well of her immunity, they were shocked to discover the truth. Early on in the pregnancy, the lining of her uterus had been punctured and slowly poisoned her body over the course of months. Her ability naturally fought against it, but the amount of toxins grew as the unborn children grew and pressed against the small tear, widening it with every passing week. By the end, the birth damaged it to such a degree that her body just couldn't handle the magic in its weakened state.
During those four days, she saw the children that had come out of her. Tears were hard in coming by that point, all of her body's energy going towards supporting the magical ability that was barely keeping her alive. Looking at their strangeness and deformities, she couldn't even manage words.
She died ill, pained, and in her sleep.
no way" over it. She never imagined Lani, the strong girl who made fun of her, could die so horribly.
More playmates!