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Post by Cat on Jun 12, 2017 11:44:10 GMT
Gallivant panted quietly, his Queen in tow. She was his world, metaphorically and literally; within her body grew their future, impatiently trying to enter the world. At least, that was his worry. That his children would not wait until they found proper place to be born; that he would have to stand guard over a vulnerable Vitalia in unknown territory. He would do it, certainly, and do it flawlessly, but if he claimed to be free of worry it would be a lie. Still, the - actual - uphill battle ended when he finally stood atop the steady slope and gazed down into the new world.
"Wow." Was the only word that came out of his winded mouth, but he would glance back at his beloved to check her state of being before summoning more words. "What do you think?"
He valued her opinion, and as his Queen it warranted her input; topaz eyes gazed out over the downhill tree line and forest into the valley, where cupped ears swore they could hear the waterfall raging from her, spilling over into a large lake. And what was that below, surrounded by soft grass and cobblestone? A den! Already he was imagining a place for their children to learn and grow; they would learn to swim and fish, to run unhindered across the plain, to hunt larger prey (in groups of course, teamwork!), to always keep an eye on the horizon for danger or otherwise... it was not his life, but the life of his family that flashed before his eyes. Eyes that shimmered with excitement as he turned to look back upon his love... who was probably less amused and more impatient than he. Whoops.
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Post by Ashley on Jun 12, 2017 14:24:26 GMT
Vitalia could not pretend she wasn't incredibly uncomfortable these days. Even beyond the fact that she was heavily pregnant and her lithe frame had struggled to adapt to her litter size, her instincts demanded they stop this little house hunt and settle down. She didn't want to settle on something not perfect for her children, though, so rather than verbally complain she had taken to spending her time trying to help her dear King to find their little slice of paradise. That meant pushing herself to keep moving, sometimes perhaps a little too hard. That meant ignoring her deep desire to shiver her paws into the ground and make her den, refuse to leave it. She truly had fallen into role as Queen very well, but perhaps putting her comfort to the side was something that she needed to stop doing soon.
She was a few steps behind Galli, beginning to tire for the day, and couldn't help the surge of relief as he apparently decided this was a good pausing point. While her own excitement would be dampened by her exhaustion and desire to mest, his excitement was a sure point of amusement for her. She drew up to his side, taking a slow seat and allowing her green eyes to roam the foliage and vast land before them.
"Definitely looks promising," she replied, pressing her nose to his cheek and nipping gently. "Do you think you can make it down the hill without tumbling? You look like you're about to jump out of your pelt." Even in her exhausted, slightly uncomfortable state, her teasing for Galli was ever present. "I'd like to take a closer look, but it does seem.." perfect was not a word she liked to use, but it was close. Seemed to have what the Kingdom would need. "Solid."
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Post by Cat on Jun 12, 2017 14:42:12 GMT
Gallivant took her teasing in stride, sour puss pout lasted but a fleeting moment on his velvet lips before being replaced by a crooked smile. No, she was not the Queen he had envisioned for himself in his true youth, she was something else entirely - she was better. Real. Like himself, she her birth family had all but wasted away, leaving her at the mercy of the world; instead of making her cold, however, it simply made her wary, more wise.
Their family, their to-be pack, would not fall to the same fate as Lachesis - as Eos. The next generation would be better. Always.
At her mentioning of a closer look he could only nod; of course they'd need to actually scout out the landscape - who could know what potential dangers lie within - but that matter would likely have to wait. He took a quiet moment to gaze around the clearing they were currently in. There were significantly more stumps shrouded in vines and other plants than anything else; more trees fallen than standing. Back to Vitalia.
"How are the children?" This was his first experience with children still inside the womb - he had not ever even met a pregnant mother, and had no idea how to garner any information about the situation. Did Vitalia know how many there'd be? How they were faring? When they would be born? He looked upon her as though she were an enigma to him, a sphinx acting as keeper to the answers he sought. After all, did she think she - and they inside - could safely make the tumultuous journey, or was it smarter to hold up here for a short time before venturing inland?
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Post by Ashley on Jun 12, 2017 15:18:17 GMT
Well, wasn't that just the question of the day? Vitalia wished she knew. She wanted to see them, to touch and kiss and scent them, but she had no clue when that would happen. She knew she wanted nothing more than to meat right now, so she was taking that as a sign that she was definitely getting close. But how close? Did they have time to safely settle, or would they be rushing? There were many moments in her life that she truly despised her mother, but this moment was near top of the chart. All she wanted was for her children to be safe and well taken care of, but she was already feeling like she was failing them. So far as she knew, she could remain pregnant for a day or a month.
No use sulking. She had learned that her moods tended to stick, so a foul one would last days and she was not willing to put herself or Galli through that. Not over her mother.
"They're restless." She was sure her children were going to be abundant with energy. "I'll be happy if we can truly make our home here. Something tells me I won't want to journey much further. Though I have a bit of traveling left in my bones. We can move forward, or start here. Though I expect it will be easier to find food if we travel downward."
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Post by Cat on Jun 12, 2017 16:45:57 GMT
Gallivant gave his lady a curt nod, donning his knightly guise. "Very well. We will venture down into the Valley; any time you need rest, just say the word and we will find shelter to hold." A gentle lick to Vitalia's forehead and the King would gladly begin to lead the duet down the thickly-treed slope, each step gentler than the next. He'd take his time, testing each and every footfall precisely, only moving on once he was certain the ground would hold - not slip or crumble - for his beloved. Though there was a sense of urgency - they were in unknown territory, with the children able to be born at any minute as far as they knew - however rushing could prove dangerous, even fatal; therefore, it was with brisk zeal that he forged their path, descending into the Valley's forest.
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