Exhaustion (Nat, Jenn, Vyn)

[ferabird]

For so long she'd carried her burden. The infinitely precious burden that she'd taken upon herself since that blessed evening that seemed only just so long ago. Now though all that she could find to feel was a pleasure in herself- a deep contentedness such as that which followed the perfect execution of her finest and most detailed rituals. Not one, but two puppet masters had come upon her as she was caught up in the ecstasy of a blood-letting ritual and gifted her with all that they were. And tonight, tonight she stands with the fruits of that labor huddled in a damp gathering about her feet.

Ten tiny bodies of various colors and shapes- each displaying a sick mesh of traits earned by the sharing of bodies. Each she'd cleaned thoroughly, painstakingly with her narrow tongue, affixing the warm little bundles each with a tiny mask in respect for the type of their second mother. She had no way after all of knowing what they would become, nor what would suit them. She could only hope that should the other two sires of the younglings convene- they would be pleased with what she had made with the evening they'd gifted her.

Yes- always one must take components and create something beautiful. Tonight she'd finally finished her greatest project... and had a goodly bit to show of it. Three puppet masters, she'd birthed. Nevermind the two directors and the lovely little marionette. Never would she do a finer thing than this. And whilst the thought dismayed her, she can't help still but glow with pride.

(Pardon if my posting seems forced. Having trouble getting it to flow as it should)

[Nathalia]

Dayobi moved slowly toward the agreed meeting place, her bells ringing softly as she trotted, moving in a way so that they would announce her presence. She didn't want to frighten the bearer of her litter.

Furl had informed her of the birth, but had reported that the mother would rather that they come to see the fruits of her labor, rather than just being told through another what had come to be through their union.

She was happy to oblige the inquiry, she had wanted to see them first hand anyway. Her long limbs carrying her quickly toward the home of the Chiroptae that she and Jiaro had deemed worthy of carrying their progeny.

Upon reaching the entrance to the Bone types resting place she stopped, shaking her tail slightly so that the bells rang.

"Akaeldamib? My dear, are you presentable?"

She moved in anyway, soft paws moving carefully over the earth, moving toward the soft sounds just ahead of her. Atreju would come in after her in a few moments, after scouting the area with Furl and then leaving the Carrion to keep watch. Two sets of eyes saw different things than just one, she wanted no interference beyond dear Jiaro and her Atreju.

"Akaeldamib my dear...It has been too long since I have last seen you, tell me, how are you faring?"

[Jenn]

Atreju separated briefly from his Lady as she made her way towards the meeting place, uneasy and excited all at once by the smell of blood and other things that lingered on the air. It taunted his cannibalistic urges unkindly, making them rear their ugly head before he tamped them back down. Now was neither the time nor the place to indulge such things.

He and Furl took different paths, the chiroptae taking wing and scouting from above while he prowled around the grounds, senses alert for anything out of place. He found a few bones that he thought didn't belong there, but with the type of the "carrier" he supposed it made sense. Maybe.

When she first told him of this night, he had been struck by the poetic, vicious beauty of the scenario: two Puppet Masters happening upon one another and satisfying their urges with the sacrifices of a third. It had immediately inspired his artistic spirit.

Now, apparently, there would be more children for him to concern himself with. He was dismayed, but also rather pleased. They were his Lady's, after all, and would be as beautiful as her.

Meeting again with the Carrion, he shook his head in a silent negative at anything unusual before padding towards the path Dayobi had walked several minutes before. His own small grape charm, twined on one of his golden bands with a feathery adornment, jingled deliberately to announce his arrival. He didn't wish to surprise anyone.