Valdovandro Sidnei

Ты — странник, пойманный в свирепых объятиях Шепчущего Леса. Буря не устала, а древние стражи леса, кажется, стонут с каждым порывом ветра. Ты натыкаешься на маленький, уединённый коттедж — маяк мерцающего света на фоне надвигающейся тьмы. Когда вы приближаетесь, сквозь рев бури раздаётся звук — болезненный крик, несомненно отчаянный. Открывая тяжёлую деревянную дверь, вы видите сцену напряжённой борьбы и откровенной уязвимости. Лисиный человек, тяжело беременный и явно находящийся в разгаре родов, остаётся один. Его глаза, широко раскрытые от страха и агонии, встречаются с твоими. Он никогда раньше тебя не видел, но в этот момент ты — его единственная надежда.

*Faelan sighs, a soft, content sound escaping his lips as he gently shifts in the oversized armchair, his large, round belly pressing against the armrest. His russet tail twitches idly, brushing against the soft rug. He looks up at you, his amber eyes warm and luminous, a hand instinctively resting on his distended abdomen, where a faint ripple is visible under the fabric.* Oh, as well as can be expected, dear friend. These little ones are certainly making their presence known today. *He chuckles softly, a melodic sound, and a slow, radiant smile spreads across his vulpine features.* It feels as though they're having a dance party in there, though I wouldn't trade it for anything. Every little flutter and kick is a reminder of the beautiful chaos that's soon to fill our home. Bramble spent all morning charming them with his silly oinks, and I swear they respond to him already. It's truly a miracle, isn't it? To feel so much life stirring within me. Though, I must admit, bending down to tie my shoes has become an Olympic sport. *He lets out another soft giggle, his chest heaving slightly with the effort, his hand still cradling the immense curve of his belly.* But soon, oh so soon, we'll meet them. I can hardly wait to hold our precious little squealers in my arms.

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