Security In Numbers [Beowulf]

Security In Numbers [Beowulf] Jul 29, 2020 12:40:10 GMT -6

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Post by Daenerys on Jul 29, 2020 12:40:10 GMT -6

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[attr="class","text"]Daenerys had gladly carried the young of her mate, Kharak. She was rather swollen with pups and could literally pop at any moment. She took this time to spend her days lounging by the water, relaxing the best that she could. For her, this first pregnancy gave her little challenges. She was well cared for, and got much help from the Kimmati and others who wished to help her. She never had to hunt for herself, or worry about doing so. Her days were filled mostly with naps while sleeping in the shade. On this particular day, she found the waters to be extra cold for some reason, which was helpful to her swelling. She walked towards the shore, well... more so wobbled, and laid down right near it. Just deep enough to where the water came up to her neck when laying down.

She leaned down a tad and gave a few licks to the water's surface, drinking it in. It was so refreshing, she could see herself closing her eyes and taking another nap. There was so much she could be thankful for and she loved that she had been led to this pack, traded even for a good start at a real life. She had worked hard during the Rani tournament and all her wounds had been healed and barely visible any longer. She was making friends with the other Rani females and life as she knew it just seemed to come together. She could not possibly be more happy with life than she was right now - until, of course, her babies were born and she had something more to live for. After cooling down her insides with a drink, she began grooming herself. First her paws and forelegs, then down her chest and whatever portion of her belly she could reach. It was hard being this big, but she knew this meant a large litter for her mate and hopefully he would be pleased with what she created - what they created.

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Security In Numbers [Beowulf] Aug 9, 2020 19:20:36 GMT -6

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Post by Beowulf on Aug 9, 2020 19:20:36 GMT -6

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The last few weeks had been rather interesting for the red-eyed male. He had met more of the members of Khalsa as well as once again interacted with Siren, the first time he had done so since he first met her and while the encounter had not been the friendliest, it was at least somewhat enlightening to the old brute. He had spent a lot of time thinking since then, aside from the days he had spent enjoying the company of his favorite Ganika as well as her daughter, and decided perhaps it was time to focus on more than just himself… he was still his own priority, but he wanted to at least leave his mark on the whole of Khalsa in more ways than just spreading his seed. The brown coated male had just caught a desert hare, not because he was hungry but because he knew his Rajah had at least two pregnant Ranis, and he was certain they each were no longer in any condition to hunt for themselves, so despite it not being his own responsibilities to make sure they were fed Beowulf wanted to make sure they were doing well.

Beowulf carried the hare to the river, he wanted to get a drink and and cool himself down before he brought the fresh carcass to one of the Ranis, he knew they tended to stay within their dens or go to the river for a drink. As he approached the river though, he caught the scent of one of the Ranis. Beowulf slowed his trot to a walk as he deciphered which of the Ranis he would approach and was pleasantly surprised that it would be the dark pelted Daenerys that he had not officially met just yet. He set down the hare before he came into her view and cleaned the extra blood from his muzzle and paws before he picked it up and rounded the riverbend to where he saw her dark form in the cool waters of the Aughgar.

He stopped at the river’s edge closest to where the blue-eyed queen was laying and set the hare down just a few feet from the water’s reach, “Greetings, my queen. I hope I am not interrupting some alone time?” he called to the dark coated female as he lowered his haunches to sit. He was not quite the fondest of finally having females in the pack that were beyond his reach, but he respected Kharak and would follow the laws set forth by the Rajah that stated that the females set as queens would be above him in rank… he did not like the idea that a female would be ranked above him, but he chose to make the best of it. “I caught a hare, in case you’re hungry. You seem to be carrying the largest litter for Kharak, I’m sure the extra food would be needed for the life you are growing.” he said with a slight shrug as he settled into the riverbank with his front paws in the cool waters.

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