The Fury Of A Woman Whelped

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Shuddering tendons behind her slender knees threatened to allow her form to cave beneath her, the blizzardous winter more treacherous than she had previously expected. Shortened were her strides as her young yet weary body began to seize at the core; it had long since occurred to her that if she was not delivered into warmth hastily, perhaps even her barely-conceived child would freeze inside her.

A desperate, huffed sigh thawed the back of her teeth as the inviting glow of a village's campfire came into view; the flutter in her belly was more than enough to coax her petite frame into larger strides, determined to escape from chilling winds.

Exhaustion has begun to claim her, her blurred thoughts conveying only the hope she would stumble into somebody’s view before her body surrendered to Mother Nature. Her hip locked, her final molecule of energy propelled her form to drop onto her left side, her frostbitten thighs slowly following suit of her arms, shielding her non-existent bump of a pregnant belly from as much of the cold as she could before her eyes fluttered closed, as her vision and consciousness was cast into blackness, feeling the world shift.

She woke with a gasp, her left hand instinctively pressed to the centre of her belly. She felt the reassuring aura flare of her child in response, a relieved smile spread across her lightly coloured lips. “Be still, Kagome. You may have injured yourself in the fall” called an older voice from behind. Turning to face Kaede, the caster of the welcoming voice, she crossed her legs beneath her. Before she could speak, the older woman spoke again, “What happened, child? Where is Inuyasha? Surely he objected to you trudging this weather alone…”

“He’s such an asshole!” the younger woman spat sharply, her nose scrunched in irritation. Emerald eyes looked upward, her gaze softening upon the sight of the older woman’s brown eyes, looking kindly toward her.

“I’m sorry… I suppose I shouldn’t have yelled at him so much” she followed, licking her dry lips. “But he had no right treating me like I’m his property! He can’t treat me like a god-damn lawn chair!”

“You need not apologize, Kagome” Kaede seemingly whispered. “I was simply enquiring as I can feel that additional aura within you… Does he know?” Kagome tried to relax, but her shoulders shuddered, threatening to lurch her to tears. In response, she reclined; her back touching the smoothed oak of the house’s wall. Ornate, brass fixtures adorned the earthen wooded structure, etched stone columns evidently the strength of the house, set at each of the four corners.

“I haven’t said anything… But surely he could smell it, right…? It… might be why he’s treating me like he owns me…” Kagome spoke quietly, bending her knees to her chest and resting her forehead atop them. Kaede’s eyebrow almost shot to her hairline, a curled index finger resting at the edge of her mouth. “Do you believe demons, or hanyou can smell the unborn…? They cannot smell blood unless it has been spilled… so perhaps ye are safe as of yet”

Kagome exhaled slowly, her eyes focusing on the fire beneath the cooking pot in the centre of the room. Staring momentarily into nothingness, she sat up bolt-straight; the momentum almost giving her whiplash. “Oh, no… I need to go home… I need to tell my mother! Jii-chan! He’ll kill me!” Her chest rose and fell rapidly as panic set in, Kaede grasped the young girl’s hand and pulled her closer.

“Calm, Kagome. It is not healthy for the child”

“Do you think Inuyasha will come looking for me..?” Kagome whispered tearfully, hoping to hear even a slight wisp of his Fire Rat robes fluttering in the wind.

“If he loved you enough to make you his life mate, I believe he will”

Kagome’s eyes widened enough that the corners of them threatened to split, slapping a hand to the right side of her slender neck, scarred bumps where his fangs penetrated still remained.

“HE DID WHAT?!”