This Pain is so Novice. [Clover/Pride/Greed]

[Sheera]

The russet-furred femora limped heavily, waddling slightly from her swollen belly, blood spilling from a new wound. Her ears were back, eyes tear-filled as she fell to the floor. She felt pain seer through the wound, which bled nonstop.
She had been, yet again, marked. Another, neither Greed nor Pride, had cut the marks that now marked her back flank. No, not them, but another, one who had decided her pups were his.
The fang-shaped scars that marked her chest had been repeatedly mauled by claws and fangs to let the brutes, Greed and Pride, know that she was not theirs any longer.
He had promised her that she would be bred shortly after she gave birth, and she did not put it past him to keep his word.
She was shaken, scared, and in pain.
She hoped the wounds and that bruises had not harmed her pups inside her, but she knew they were alive for they were kicking her, harming her stomach, bruising her insides.
She yelped as pain ripped through her body. This was not pain from her recent wounds, but pain from her birthing. She was giving birth.

[silverpelt12]

Greed's sharp amber eyes blinked open. That screem. It woke the beast. He got to his paws and bit the sleeping white brute's ear, "It's time," he snarled. Greed ran through the groves, the trees, and the shrubs to find Clover in the Bitterwind Valley. He let a wicked grin break over his face.

Pride felt a small pain piece through him, waking him instantly as he felt his brother's teeth meet his ears. They had lost their sister to another. Only, she went willingly. Pride's eyes looked ahead as he followed his brother, once in the valley he broke ahead and ran down the side of the hill faster than most would think he could. He came to a slower stop.

Greed's bright eyes glittered as he walked toward Clover, "Hello darling," his voice boomed through the chasm. He walked with his head low and his shoulders rolling. His movements gave him a hungry look. He stopped ahead of here, "Well, feel free to scream," he woofed.

[Sheera]

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing." chuckled a deep voice. The sharp, piercing optics of Grit glittered humorously through the shadows. He watched the brute evenly. "To you." he barked to Greed.
His eyes flickered to Clover, a wicked light gleaming. He trotted towards her and pushed his claw into her chest where he had scratched out the markings Greed had made earlier. "You don't cope well with wounds." it wasn't a question, it was a flat statement. "We're going to have an odd relationship then."
He chuckled, digging his claws deeper then ripping them out slowly to increase the pain.

Clover whimper as the claws dug into her already infected wound. "Bastard." she growled, eyes flashing dangerously, only to squeeze tight as a wave of pain washed through her. "Dirty. Little. Bastard." she spit out. "You'll be dead before an hour passes with Greed fighting, and where's your little 'Mate.'" she growled.

As the female cowered below, she was hard to see, but she was there. The cowering, female poked her head from in between Grit's legs. Her legs were caked with blood, as was her stomache. She shared the mark that Clover's side now was embedded with.
She looked up, her eyes tear-filled, at Clover.
'I'm Sorry' she mouthed, her head dropping lower to the ground.
"Hello, Clover." her feeble voice sounded.

[silverpelt12]

Greed's eyes fell on Grit," Well, sir, I see you have yours," he said, gesturing towards the little femme with him, "So leave mine to me." He snarled, leaping out at the wolf, snapping his jaws in every which way. His teeth met flesh he was sure. He knocked the other wolf to the ground and stood. He took one step back, his amber eyes flared. He walked over to Clover. He stood over her in a possesive motion, showing his ownership of her. He kne wshe was birthing, and he knew he would kill this brute if he made a move on this one. His neck fur standing.

Pride looked at the other femme, the blood on her legs made him want to jump out and kill. He knew this wasn't his fight, he didn't need, or want, to be here right now. Pride looked to Greed, he looked like he was going to explode with his own greed, bloodlust, and .. calmness. For being so needing for kills, he was oddly calm. Pride took the moment and sprinted out of sight. To visist his sister.

[Sheera]

[[You can kill Grit by the way, then my dear Apryl with be free! *glee dance* ^^]]
Grit shook his head and pushed the femme back out of sight.
"She is weak, she'll only last a few births, then I'll dispose of her, but her," he gestured toward Clover, who was snarling under Greed, "she'll last a good amount of birthings. The pups within her now," he growled, "are yours. I have no want to take pups with such a tainted bloodline, but I will be breeding her after the birthing. You have no need for her after your pups are born, I presume?"

The small femora winced as Grit spoke of her disposal, as she was pushed out of sight. She was tempted to bite his leg the flee. She went over the plan in her head, and decided it was logical. It would help Clover to keep safe, but she would soon be caught and punished.
She winced, once again, and decided against it.

Clover, who was previously snarling at the brute, now curled up, her eyes tight with pain. Small whimpers began to escape her maw, and another wave of pain riped through her body, the pups were coming soon.
She felt her eyes watering as something seemed to rip inside of her. She bit her tongue, as a pup was born.
The pup's fur was russet-colored. Its slicked fur shared the same hue as its mother. His eyes, like all newborns, were shut, his ears also pasted to his head.
Clover had opened one eye. She watched the pup oddly, but had litle time to think. The others were coming.

[silverpelt12]

((I want a Light grey femme with amber eyes.))

Greed snarled,"She's mine," he barked. The large brute lept and knocked Grit to the ground. The heat of a battle burned in his eyes. He snapped his jaws, then hit skin, he ripped it out. It was Grit's throat. He gorged out the throat. Blood coating his fangs. He back up, a smile creasing his lips. He watched the brujo fall, take his last breath, and die. Though this hadn't happened, he could imagine every moment of it.

[Sheera]

[[well they're born with their eyes sealed, so you take it upon yourself to make him have amber eyes. ^^ the one that looks like clove has amber eyes too, and she's a she. I'm having all of them have amber eyes but one. Oh-- and what does Greed&&Envy look like?? I want two to look like him [= ]]

Grit flew to the ground, his eyes angered, his position off guard. A yelp sounded from under the heavy brujo. Grit growled, blood gurgling from his throat, eyes flaming.
"Bastard!" he barked, his breathes becoming shallower.
Soon he lie still, his eyes glazing as light left them, then, with one last breath, he was gone, though somehow he was still moving.

No, he was not moving, she was. Apryl wiggled from under the brute, gasping as she tried to escape from the brute's heavy-set frame. She dug her claws into the ground, pulling as she did so.
"You fat brute," she cursed to Grit, "You always did eat too much."
Soon only her hind quarters remained under the brute.
"Get off, corpse, come on." her voice was irritated, but humorously so.

Clover closed her eyes tighter as she heard the gurgling of blood, her ears were perked as Greed spoke, but soon they were pinned to her head again.
Another wave of pain.
Soon a little light gray femme lie next to the russet.
Clover had little time to think, the others were coming.
She gave a half growl half whimper, and soon a small replica of the father, Greed wiggled next to the others.
"Is it over?" she gasped, glancing at the pups, but only seconds after she had asked a waved of pain hit her.
Many minutes later, five pups lay next to her. A russet furred[she], a light gray[she], two replicas of Greed[he's], and one who seemed to be a replica of Envy[she].

[silverpelt12]

(Envy is black with green eyes, Greed is grey with amber eyes, his daughter looks like him too.)

Greed snarled at Clover. He didn't care that she had just given birth. He unseathed his claws, digging them into her chest for the second time, to re-carve the claw mark into her chest, proving she was still his. He glared at Apryl. He wouldn't help her with the fat brujo's body, no, she would have to do that on her own. He was still deciding what to do with her aswell. She probably had his vile pups inplanted within her already.

[Sheera]

Clover winced as the sign was dug into the already open wound.
She didn't bother to look at the pups: she wasn't much of a mother.
She watched Greed with frightful eyes.
"Do you have any mothers to take them?" she asked, hopeful, gesturing towards her pups, "because.. I can't-- I don't want to--" she couldn't quite put it right, but she didn't want to be a mother.

Apryl kicked the limp brute, trying to free herself. She chuckled thinking of her freedom, of course.
"Oh-- Did I forget to tell you?" she asked the dead brute in a dramatic voice, "the pups dyed three weeks ago, so take that bastard!" She kicked free of the brute's body, and grinned in aproval.
She turned towards Greed, and bowed.
"Thank you, sir, I am forever in your debt."