"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: Courtyard

If they aren't going to fall for you,
Don't fall for them

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Aedeian | Female | 3 (1/2) years | Worthy
Location: Courtyard
Mentions: Roman, Tyrael, Rajat, Mercy, Brooke, Silk, Calypso
Interacted with: Roman, Tyrael, Rajat

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Brooke || Care Taker ||
Location: Whelping Den || Mentions: Kao, Kanti, Tillian, Mercy, Silk

Brooke's ears pointed back at the sound of the pregnant wolves walking. Head soon followed, and she looked back at the two she-wolves. "Good morning," she said sweetly. "Thank you, Silk. I'm quite proud of them." Her words were directed at the black fae at first, but soothing tones would soon be sent to both she-wolves. "I could always care for your young while you both continued your training and hunting. It wouldn't be a problem. Especially you, Silk. I know how important ascending the ranks is for you." Brooke made sure to keep her voice low as to not startled her young. They were much to young to be fully aware of their surroundings. Her dark gaze would move back to her sleeping pups once she felt movement at her abdomen. Sole female Kanti had awaken as was already forcing her way to one of the teats for milk. A amused rumble would sound from the caretaker's throat as she watched the pup shove her siblings out of the way to get to her mother's belly.

The light colored lass would tear her gaze from her suckling pup to look back at her den-mates. These two were very close and at some points, made Brooke feel left out. As a caretaker, she spent more time caring for young and helping around the camp then making friendships. While the caretaker did like to converse with fellow wolves, her quiet and submissive nature often lead to her wanting to be left with her duties. Brooke did not let this bother her much though. Her thoughts would be interrupted when Mercy laid on her side, clearly experiencing pain. The pups must be on their way. Brooke only had the experience of one litter under her figurative belt to help with the Beta, but she would still help. It was her job. Her long tail would wrap instinctively around her belly, white and brown fur covering the little bundles. "It helps it you have a stick between your teeth to bite on," she suggested softly. Brooke couldn't move over to the Beta due to her own whelps, but she could see everything from her position. She would help with her words and hope that Silk would be willing to help physically. "Take deep breaths, Beta. Focus on your breathing."

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4yrs 3mo
Location: Whelping Den

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Silk listened to Mercy speak about the constant attention that was needed to raise pups. How it would take a year.. The possibility of giving her pups to a caretaker was surely a valid option, but with a sigh, Silk thought to herself about how carrying these pups would only result in another mother raising them. The Brawler shrug, obsidian fur ruffling up near the base of her neck as she grew uncomfortable; with the hard decisions she had to make, along with the babies churning within her womb. Silk's venom-hued eyes would look towards Brooke as she offered up her services to take care of her first litter, and with a heavy breath she would part her lips and say, "Well, I.." but as she heard a small whine from Mercy, Silk's cranium flung around to look at her, and she could see that the contractions were beginning. Ears would swivel as Brooke suggested using a stick, but the whelping den was filled with downy feathers, ferns and various soft materials; there wasn't time to leave the den to go get stress relievers when the pups were on their way. With a push of her front legs, the pregnant wolf would heave herself up onto her haunches so she'd be sitting next to/in front of the Beta, whom was laying down and in position. Contractions were difficult and looked painful, and as she watched, Silk could only think of the pain she would experience in the next couple of days. Cringing and wrinkling her maw at the pain she saw Mercy in, Silk would nonetheless lean down and swipe her tongue over the silver lass's stomach, in an attempt to comfort her. Grooming would lead up towards her neck and head, giving her reassurance that she had support here with her.

The first pup arrived in merely minutes, and Silk stood by whilst watching Mercy clean the pup. The Brawler smiled, looking down to the small bundle cuddling up to Mercy's stomach. But soon, contractions would begin again and the pushing would continue. Silk would gently nudge the first pup closer to the nipples as Mercy turned her attention back onto her labour. However, the continuation of the labour would last hours. The caretakers and Silk would sit by, watching as the second and final pup would be brought into the world, but instead of coming out squirming it would come out looking strangled, maimed and limp. Silk's ears fell backwards and her body would stiffen as she watched Mercy gnaw at the chord around the pup's body. When the pup was brought closer for a grooming, it would not move. Would not make a sound. Silk immediately knew that the second pup had passed, and her solemn eyes would lay upon Mercy, watching as grief clouded her vision. A small whine would escape from Silk's throat and with slow and careful motions, the sensitive Brawler would stand up and circle the Beta, laying behind the grieving mother and curling up behind her. Tongue would kiss at the Beta's head, gently caressing her in attempts to calm her. "I'm so sorry, Mercy," Silk whispered. Silk had shared the whelping den with Brooke and Mercy. The three would laugh and tell stories, had plans for the future with their pups. They'd talk about the pups futures and the potential they would have. Just days ago the den was filled with happiness and hope, especially after the birth of three healthy pups from Brooke. But now, a silence filled the void within the whelping den. Skies turned grey and wolves would fall silent as Mercy grieved, and in the back of her mind, Silk could only think about if her own pups would be okay. Comfort and grooming would continue until Rajat would arrive, where the father could meet the living pup and comfort Mercy. The black fae would cry for Mercy, whining quietly with her and soon tear marks would form just beneath her eyes. She felt vulernable in this moment, and could only wish for Vladimir to be here when she gave birth.

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: Leaving the Courtyard

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Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses

Vladimir's tastebuds rejoiced in the flavor of success as he devoured the dark liver with ravenous hunger. Organ meat was one of his favorites, along with the inner loins underneath the backbone. Most wolves would devour the backstraps first, ah but Vladimir knew the buttery flesh that hid underneath in a harder to reach area. Perhaps his sweet sister or Silk would savor those once they'd transported it back towards the den. A touch on unease plagued the beta, knowing they'd been gone for a large portion of the day. Hopefully, everything remained well on the homestead. Contented gut would gurgle with solid sounds and the male would lick his charcoal muzzle until it was somewhat clean. The benefits to being black allowed him to be a bit lazy on cleanup occasionally. Breaths were casual now, the adrenaline reduced from their pursuit and attack, and he would feel rejuvenated and willing to drag the carcass home.

Ears would draw to the baritone howl of his Alpha brother, head involuntarily jerking upwards with instinct at the reverbarations in his deep chest. His own howl would mingle harmoniously with Roman's, cutting short respectfully before his brothers. It would appear Rajat was due some brotherly love currently judging by the Alpha's followed reactions. Vladimir would quickly anticipate the situation, freshly energized figure bounding over unthreateningly. Well, unthreatening in the sense of absent snarls and bared canines. "Nothing short of spoiling her I suppose?" the other sibling would retort, scarred lip peeled back with a mischievous smirk.


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"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: Leaving the Courtyard

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Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses

Vladimir's tastebuds rejoiced in the flavor of success as he devoured the dark liver with ravenous hunger. Organ meat was one of his favorites, along with the inner loins underneath the backbone. Most wolves would devour the backstraps first, ah but Vladimir knew the buttery flesh that hid underneath in a harder to reach area. Perhaps his sweet sister or Silk would savor those once they'd transported it back towards the den. A touch on unease plagued the beta, knowing they'd been gone for a large portion of the day. Hopefully, everything remained well on the homestead. Contented gut would gurgle with solid sounds and the male would lick his charcoal muzzle until it was somewhat clean. The benefits to being black allowed him to be a bit lazy on cleanup occasionally. Breaths were casual now, the adrenaline reduced from their pursuit and attack, and he would feel rejuvenated and willing to drag the carcass home.

Ears would draw to the baritone howl of his Alpha brother, head involuntarily jerking upwards with instinct at the reverbarations in his deep chest. His own howl would mingle harmoniously with Roman's, cutting short respectfully before his brothers. It would appear Rajat was due some brotherly love currently judging by the Alpha's followed reactions. Vladimir would quickly anticipate the situation, freshly energized figure bounding over unthreateningly. Well, unthreatening in the sense of absent snarls and bared canines. "Nothing short of spoiling her I suppose?" the other sibling would retort, scarred lip peeled back with a mischievous smirk.


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Brooke || Care Taker ||
Location: Whelping Den || Mentions: Kao, Kanti, Tillian, Mercy, Silk

Throughout Mercy's painful birthing experience, Brooke offered kind, soothing words laced with encouragement. High hopes stirred in her gut as the first pup was born without a hitch. It was pathetic little thing, but it was just born. Brooke continued her comforting tones now including praise for the Beta's first whelp. However, her voice faltered as many, many, many moments passed before the next and last pup came. The caretaker's heart dropped. She knew almost immediately there was no hope for the strangled baby. While she had not personally experience the pain of having a still born child, her own mother's later litter had given her an insight to the utter grief it caused. Mercy would not be quite so happy to have her first litter now. Brooke stretched her neck to reach the Beta's thigh, pressing her nose comforting into her fur. She didn't take a moment to see if it was appropriate to touch the higher ranked she-wolf; she was more concerned with soothing the grieving mother. The caretaker kept her nose pressed to Mercy's thigh for a while before pulling away and offering a sympathetic expression. "You poor dear," she said softly, giving her a single gentle lick to the leg.

While the caretaker was distracted by the multiple hours of birth, little attention was given to the now two pups nuzzling about at her belly. It wasn't until after the heart-wrenching event that had happened was over that Brooke turned to face her young. Tillian was awake now, suckling like his sister. She certainly wouldn't be saying it now, but Brooke was very happy all her pups had come out fine. Of course, one was smaller than the others, but he was alive. He would prove useful to his siblings. As a punching bag. Someone had to. Brooke leaned over to move Kao out of the way of his feeding brother and sister. He'd wake up eventually and then they would all fight over their mother's milk.

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"You have your claws, your fangs. I wield a different type of weapon."

Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)
Mentions: Mercy; Silk; Brooke; Pups

A fog had just begun to settle over Calypso, the symptoms of a series of nights without sleep. With the coming of two litters of pups, and as Head Caretaker, it was her duty to watch over the expecting mothers, no matter her own detriment. Say whatever you want about the coquettish female, but she was nothing if not dedicated to her craft. And, as she liked to think, her skill with the men was rivaled only by her skill with young. She'd never had any of her own, nor did she really plan on it, but the sight of pups had always sparked a particular joy in her. She'd sat on the far end of the chamber, opposite Mercy, keeping constant and vigilant watch on the monochrome Beta. This was her labor of love. Though she hadn't needed to avoid sleep like this for a long time, she'd grown immune to symptoms of her temporary insomnia and even now, didn't feel as bad as one normally would. That is to say, though, a bleary haze settled at the surface of her cranium, persuading, or rather pushing, her eyes to close.

The minute growl that ground from Mercy's pain-ridden larynx shook the Head from her half-sleep, prompting her to relieve her haunches from the soil and take long, swift strides toward the birthing female. "That's it, Mercy, just push," she encouraged, positioning herself behind the Beta, to observe the cubs as they made their grand -- albeit slippery -- exit. The first one came without trouble, but the second... there was something off about it. She shifted the firstborn over, gently applying her snout to its backside, allowing the Beta easy access to it before the caretaker returned to her previous position. The labor took hours, longer than it perhaps should have with the ease of its predecessor. Her suspicions echoed true as the second cub slid out, strangled by its own umbilical. Calypso's face fell. Her usually cheerful or challenging expression was now marred by a grief-filled frown, blunt sadness painting her features. Mercy took her cub before Calypso got the chance to seize it, the new mother enveloped in the desperate stupor of a motherhood need to produce well cubs. The she-wolf's attempt to revive the cub proved futile, though she refused to give it up. Noticing Brooke's presence and the fellow caretaker's own cubs' want to be mothered. "Brooke," she murmured, pressing her pointed muzzle kindly into the gray neck, inhaling the sweet, milky scent of a mother, "I've got this covered, chica. Go on. Tend to your alhajitas, they need their mama." [Spanish; girl, little jewels]

Kanti | Infant | 3 weeks
Whelping Den

Kanti had fallen asleep while nursing and woke up a couple hours later still latched to the teat. She started suckling again and ate for a few minutes before she let go. Milk collected on the fur on her chin and dripped slowly to the ground as she sat up and looked around. She spotted Tillian and stood up again to waddle over to him with her swollen belly full of milk. Her intent was to 'play' with him but, as she got to him and was just about to grab at his scruff, she was distracted by growling and groans from the adults around her. Kanti was too young to really understand the subtleties of the feelings around her but she could tell they were all sad. At this young age, puppies could already pick up on basic emotions and, in a way, empathize. The puppy started whining and attempted to squeeze under Calypso to get to Brooke's head. "Ma-mmmh-aaa," she babbled, attempting to mimic a sound she had heard recently. She had noticed that making sounds usually got attention. Again, Kanti didn't know what was wrong, why the adults were sad or that the 'sadness' was mourning, but she felt sad too because the adults felt sad and she was seeking comfort from her mom. While she also couldn't name hunger, cold or the need to potty, Brooke was almost always the one to cure those needs when they arose so surely she could fix this too.