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rank(s): “Queen”, “Breeder”, “Broodmother”
to do:
0/4GB
-mess w/ marking opacity?
-decorate w bird decor
-✨more flowers✨
first heat w/ me: zero muties
It was the day before her heat in the early morning when Queen Sparrow awoke to her eager king with a few items clutched in his jaws. She eyed him hesitantly as she stretched and yawned. Gadreel approached the dwarf and dropped a lion scrotum at her paws, along with a meerkat and a maggot infested rat carcass. He told her to eat up, and she did. She gulped each item down, grimacing and shuddering as she finished off the scrote.
The next day, she woke around the same time, but this time her king was waiting beside her. To her left she spotted a large hunk of meat and she licked her lips at the familiar scent. Gadreel pushed the chunk of stallion closer to the dwarf, and she scarfed it down quickly.
Shortly later, she had been freshly nested after being bred. The newly pregnant lioness was laid on her side, resting in the comfortable bedding Kobik had put together for her. A shadow cascaded over her, blocking the open cave entrance, and she peeked an eye open. Gadreel was standing in the entry way with an instant cub delivery feather held firmly in his jaws. Queen Sparrow growled quietly, her ears shifting back as she slowly sat up and extended a paw to accept the feather. As soon as her labor began, the king darted out of the cave, rushing off to go fetch the all seeing falcon.
Awaiting the king’s return, Queen Sparrow was nervous. She had birthed two cubs, a daughter and a son. Neither were dwarves like herself, but she hoped that the king would be pleased despite that. The lioness lapped her cubs a few more times, only for The Steady Swaying Oak to swat her on the muzzle with her tail.
“Stop it, Sparrow.” She chuckled with a slight shake of her head, “They’re clean enough. You’re going to groom their fur off!”
Queen Sparrow sighed and relented, her attention snapping to the cave entrance as a familiar shadow drifted into view. Gadreel entered the cave with a warm, hopeful gaze on his face and a familiar falcon perched on his shoulder. Queen Sparrow watched nervously as Gadreel and the falcon each picked up one of her cubs and left the nursery. They came back in rather quick, and that’s when her heart dropped. The king’s hopeful expression had faded into a dull, sour scowl, and he placed her daughter back down and sat. the falcon laid her son beside her, then flew out of the cave.
“No mutations,” the king growled, lashing his tail against the nursery floor. Sparrow gulped and nodded.
“I understand, m’lord.” she whispered, turning her gaze back to her nursing young. The king didn’t speak another word. He scooped up the male cub and left the den.
Sparrow didn’t see the king until the next day. she didn’t bother asking him where her cub was, she had a sinking feeling that she knew exactly what he had done with it.
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