Ayame Claim Set 1 Theme#50 Life
Title: Daughters
Theme: Set #1 Theme 50 Life
Genre(s): AR
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summery:Ayame gives birth.
Note: Please see here for a complete list of all the storyline fics.
Daughters
The moon was very bright on the night she went into labor. She could see it shining through the opening of their den.
The elder women all gathered around her, setting her down and barking orders as she tried her best not to scream.
This was something she had wanted; she would be stronger than the pain.
“Lady Ayame, you have a litter of three. Two girls and a boy,” the midwife said.
“Who was born first?” she asked.
“One of the girls. Then the boy soon after, then another girl, the runt.”
“How small is she?”
“Small.”
“You weren’t thinking about saying we should kill her were you?” Kouga asked.
The old woman sighed. “It is custom to kill the weakest of the pups. However, we elders are beginning to rethink that that tradition. Our most powerful and beloved Maiden was born a runt, but change will not come easy. What will you do with this one?”
Ayame looked at Kouga. She didn’t have much strength to defend her baby, but she would.
“We’re keeping our runt for as long as she wants to cling to life. We can’t keep relying on the old ways,” Kouga said.
“Very well,” the old woman said. Slowly, the group disbanded.
Finally, she could nurse.
“Kouga, thank you for saving her.”
“There’s no way they’d kill one of our pups. It’s a stupid practice to keep, anyway. The tribes aren’t split up anymore; we can’t be picky about which pups to keep.”
“So the boy was born in the middle?”
“Yeah. People will probably expect me to name the boy my heir, but a girl was born first. I might name her, just to screw with the tradition.”
She laughed. “I think you should. She was the one who kept kicking me.”
Theme: Set #1 Theme 50 Life
Genre(s): AR
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summery:Ayame gives birth.
Note: Please see here for a complete list of all the storyline fics.
Daughters
The moon was very bright on the night she went into labor. She could see it shining through the opening of their den.
The elder women all gathered around her, setting her down and barking orders as she tried her best not to scream.
This was something she had wanted; she would be stronger than the pain.
“Lady Ayame, you have a litter of three. Two girls and a boy,” the midwife said.
“Who was born first?” she asked.
“One of the girls. Then the boy soon after, then another girl, the runt.”
“How small is she?”
“Small.”
“You weren’t thinking about saying we should kill her were you?” Kouga asked.
The old woman sighed. “It is custom to kill the weakest of the pups. However, we elders are beginning to rethink that that tradition. Our most powerful and beloved Maiden was born a runt, but change will not come easy. What will you do with this one?”
Ayame looked at Kouga. She didn’t have much strength to defend her baby, but she would.
“We’re keeping our runt for as long as she wants to cling to life. We can’t keep relying on the old ways,” Kouga said.
“Very well,” the old woman said. Slowly, the group disbanded.
Finally, she could nurse.
“Kouga, thank you for saving her.”
“There’s no way they’d kill one of our pups. It’s a stupid practice to keep, anyway. The tribes aren’t split up anymore; we can’t be picky about which pups to keep.”
“So the boy was born in the middle?”
“Yeah. People will probably expect me to name the boy my heir, but a girl was born first. I might name her, just to screw with the tradition.”
She laughed. “I think you should. She was the one who kept kicking me.”