S H A F T o f L I G H T {Open}

[Sivoncé™]

Troubled dreams had littered her sleep for the past moons, dark smears, fingerpaintings in the black mists haunted her pawsteps. All too often, she found herself whirling around suddenly with a snarl upon her maw, glaring into clouds of absolutely nothing. At first, she'd tallied it up to hormones....and then she tried to blame it on the lunar and solar pulls of the moon and stars above her. And after this, she even considered her own sanity, flinching in the midst of the deepest of silences. But she knew as well as anyone else that if you could still ask yourself the question "Am I sane?" then you were still clinging to the holds of your own mind indeed. Though how thin the threads you were hanging on to were spun.....that would remain to be decided by fate, destiny, luck, chance, or your own pawsteps.

But besides the sense of apocalypse snapping at her heels, there was happiness in the life of Annanti, as well. Always in the velvet night carpet of her dreams, a shaft of light wove into the scenery, a shaft that would always comfort her high-strung anxieties, a shaft that assured her things would be all right, at least for the time being.
She had her beloved Guerrier, a wolf in himself was a very miracle, standing before her. Had they not both come from broken pasts and yet, made something so much more together? Love. They had given each other love, perhaps the greatest gift the she-wolf could think of, perhaps greater than the gift of life itself. To some, the blessing of love was a curse, too, but not to Annanti. Love was intricate, love was simple. It made little sense, but at the same time, there was only really one law that was its backbone: I care for you and you care for me, always. Whatever shall happen, I would sacrifice myself for you, I would give up everything I am, because I love you as you are. And reciprocated if these feelings are, then we shall be equals, living in a tale of endless love.

And as the red and black-draped she-wolf turned over and her eyes widened into waking, she would now have other things to love, different than Guerrier, but not at all betrayal. Soon, warm, vulnerable, tiny bodies would be squirming beside her, and she would love them just as fiercely and as passionately as she loved her mate.
And no shadow would ever fall across her bright shafts of light.

"Guerrier," Annanti murmured, a sharp pain shattering the rest of her daze. "Guerrier! The pups! They're coming NOW!" She barked sharply, tone different than she had intended as she gave herself over to the pain, the instinct.

[Sheera]

The brute sat alert at the entrance, ears perked, chest out, eyes intent on the fire, smoggy mess that was the packlands, protecting his love, and their love. He began to tremble, as soon as she said the words, but he forced himself to scan the lands once, then whip around and leaped to her side. He smiled nervously, and began to lick her ear pleasantly, though, he was quite sure, that she could feel the trembling of his body from his tongue. He seemed a bit nervous; afraid that his mate was about to be in excrutiating pain. He began to lick her other ear, his trembling not ceasing, nor growing.
"Almost there..." he half-whimpered.
He touched her nose with his, then waited nervously, tail slapping the ground quickly.

[Sivoncé™]

Slap. Slap. Slap.
No longer the soft thumping of Guerrier's tail, but a different pouding that blazed in an inferno through Annanti's form. Lightning spiraled up and down her limbs, then assumed joy ride stance to speed through her lungs, her heart, her stomach.
But apparently, it liked her stomach too much to leave...
She didn't scream like most mothers would ; she didn't really see the point. What could possibly relieve a thousand-and-one knives sycthing through your stomach?
"...."
Silence. They were suspended in silence. And then...
"HOLY CRAP!" She was gasping for air now, another body slowly making its way to be next to hers.
Out, out, out, out, out--
"Out!" She sighed with relief, then tensed again.
Yep. We're repeating the process....best get used to it, I suppose.
She gritted her teeth but endured as the second and third pups squirmed and kicked their way to lay beside their sibiling.
She's known she'd been carrying a rather large litter, but was still surprised that the next two pups had developed, as sometimes large litters did not end up the original conception size. But wait, what? A sixth and seventh? Yes, there were seven pups at her belly, all live and healthy and warm.

(You wanted three, right? Abella, and two others I'll look up later...and I think I had four...XD )

[Sheera]

((Okay there's these:
Name: Fils de Feu [[Son of Fire, French, hense his mother's French origin, and his father's French name]]
Short Name: Fire
Gender: Male
Appearance: Carbon copy of Guerrier::



Name: Fille de Soleil [[Daughter of Sun, French, hense mother's French origin, and father's French name]]
Short name: Soleil [sun]
Gender: Female
Appearance:; Carbon Copy of Annanti ^-^


Yay for French names!

then!!
Name: Abella [[wiuth the french origin 'Breath']]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Completely black, except for white mist-like wisps across her form, and down only to her hock, and from her hock-down, is crimson-red fur. She looks like no one in her family, and there is no reason she should have this coloring of fur, and the unique markings but she does. Her eyes are autumn-colored. She is kind of a misty midnight crossed with sunrise[[her paws and eyes]]. She gets her French name, Abella, from the mist-like markings on her form, they are almost as if a wolf blew warm air into the coldest of winters, and it printed onto her fur.

Indeed! ))

Guerrier tensed at his mate's pain, but quickly began licking the pups, glancing awkwardly at the black, red, and white pup. He licked her head, and kissed her cheek and moved on to kiss the other six in the same manner. "Our princes and princesses, all beautiful in their own special way!" He didn't mention that most of them were either of his and Annanti's traits, or some mixed with some other, that he was quite sure were part of Annanti's family tree. He also almost forgot to mention that the only one that he was sure had either stolen traits from generations ago or made his or her own traits was quite an odd ball, and she was also one of the smallest of the pups.
"Seven pups..." he sighed, grateful that nothing had gone wrong, thanking any god or goddess he could think of.
He wanted to ask Annanti about one particular pup of the litter, but didn't want it to seem that he didn't love her.
Hopefully she won't notice what I'm getting at when I say this...
"Hmm... none seem to look like my mother, perhaps could you explain where they get their traits?"

[Sivoncé™]

(I'm gonna say you're talking about Abella? I forgot to remind you Diablo was a black wolf, Annanti's grandfather XP )

Annanti let out a warm rumble, sniffing and licking the pups gently, a motherly glow in her gaze. She nosed the first pup lightly, an imprinted image of herself. "Soleil," She murmured, "is purely my own markings. And our Fue, Fire," she gingerly nuzzled the young male next to Soleil, "is of your trait of appearence. Silvestre, which, I would say he is a fair mixing. And--" She broke off, eyes resting with luminosity on a pair of young she-wolves. her smile widened, eyes sharp with knowing clarity. "Swan and Lucina, from my brother Sinus and my sister Lucille. Alvaro, the black is probably from...Diablo, but I do have some of my own mixed in, and the brown undercoat is yours. And Abella," she nudged the last pup happily. "Definitly from Diablo. But of course I knew they would be beautiful, with you as their father! And this is only the beginning -- wait until they go out and explore the world to mar, them Guerrier. They are their own making, and we are their guides, it is not the other way."

[Sheera]

( COOLLLL!!!! I HAVE MY SECOND FAVORITE WOLF OF ALL TIME MIXED INTO MY PUPPY AND I DIDN"T EVEN KNOW IT!!! **Diablo sign** Any white wolf that gave her her wisps of whitish-gray upon her coat? And is there a red, like blood-ish red wolf that could possibly give Abella her odd from hock-down socks?
Of course I'm talking about Abella;; I like special wolves ^^ <--- But Guerrier thinks Abella is awkward, not like he hates her, but he's never seen such an... odd pup, and is half-hoping that her crimson socks will fade into black, and her little mist-like wisps will as well.. but he loves her all the same ^^ ))

Guerrier whimpered, thinking of their children one day leaving them, already attached even as they sit newly born before him. He thought of their futures, and begged that none would feel as though their bloodline was a burden, like their mother. He thought of his mother's crimson-red coat, knowing instantly when Abella was born where she had gotten her socks, but trying desperately to find a different answer. He loved the misty whisps of his father's fur painted as delicately as gossamear, but he felt haunted that one of these pups may share the haunting autumn-colored eyes of his sister and mother. He remembered that day of blood-shed. His father being slaughtered before his eyes, those two pairs of orange eyes turning abruptly on him, and, before he knew it, they were over him, floating like four moons of lunar eclipse.
This is a time a joy, not a time to be dwelling on old memories... he growled gruffly, his mind still begging the gods that none of his children share those terrible, haunting eyes.

[Sivoncé™]

((Annanti lost the whiteish gray, but Liv had it in her, which is weird, becuase it didn't show up a ton in Lucinda, but Lucy did have a little bit of white....anyway, yeah, that would mainly be from Liviana, Rhain, and Wind or Sky. Oh, and I forgot that Ralph and Redfang have a little white, too, so they could get that from them, also. ))

Reluctantly, Annanti continued, "Bloodline.....bloodline is nothing unless you allow it to comsume you. Bloodline does not make the wolf...." she was thoughtful, but also doubtful. Could her pups realy live outside of such a notoriously cursed family tree? She knew little of Rhain, but enough to know that the goddess had been murdered. She, of course, knew of Diablo and Lucinda, and her mother had met her own unfortunate end. Could it truly end here?
Yes....it can and it will. I'll teach them about their ancestors, and Guerrier will, too, but I will also teach them of the packs, of the loners, and things of today, when it is time for them to lead their own ways. Who knows? Perhaps being loners will not suit them. She smiled slightly, thinking of the days when they would grow older and nose around the den, and then the outside of the den, and then before she knew it, they would be plunging into wide expanses of territory.
Please, someone up there....keep them safe.