10-18-2017, 01:37 AM
She watched him leave the crevice, and slowly followed, wincing at the soreness of her wound. Crim did not sleep that night, nor the next. She forced herself to her limit, staying awake and vigilant to watch over the bug she’d mated with. After the third day, she collapsed in the middle of the night, fatigued beyond compare. Her dreams were violent and unsettling, and ended in a flash of horrible light that woke her in a cold sweat. But, no monsters had come while she slept, much to her relief. After this she managed to ease herself back into her normal circadian rhythm. As the months went by, Vespa’s behavior continued to bewilder her. Particularly the nest building, which was a fairly foreign concept to her. At first Crim had found his territorial nature somewhat endearing, but that quickly changed when she realized how willing and capable he was to do serious damage. She kept her distance after he almost skewered her with that stinger of his.
The ruined carapace over her injured shoulder had not grown back, leaving her with a prominent weak point. She would have thought the mottled scar would make her look more intimidating, if it weren’t for the fact that one good hit there could kill her- or at least cause severe permanent damage. She kept it covered at all times. By instinct she felt the need to hide any possible weaknesses, especially when she was constantly on watch for more Infected’s. If Vespa knew about the injury, he hadn’t said anything about it.
She was currently stationed in her usual look out point at the firepit. She had made a second one farther away from the moss beds, leaving the first one to Vespa, as it was too close to his nest. She stared into the flames, unblinking. The vines over the cave mouth provided a decent cover after the snow barrier had melted, but they still left her uneasy. Ever since the Aspid attack, she had grown increasingly paranoid of whatever else was roaming the Kingdom's Edge. Her nail was always within arm's reach, just in case. Regardless of whether it was due to attachment or hormonal impulse, the lengths she would go to protect Vespa continued to surprise her.
"Hey." She called over softly, keeping her tone gentle so she wouldn't agitate him further. "Do you need anything?" There wasn't a lot she could provide, but she did try to keep him as comfortable as possible during the final stages of the pregnancy.
The ruined carapace over her injured shoulder had not grown back, leaving her with a prominent weak point. She would have thought the mottled scar would make her look more intimidating, if it weren’t for the fact that one good hit there could kill her- or at least cause severe permanent damage. She kept it covered at all times. By instinct she felt the need to hide any possible weaknesses, especially when she was constantly on watch for more Infected’s. If Vespa knew about the injury, he hadn’t said anything about it.
She was currently stationed in her usual look out point at the firepit. She had made a second one farther away from the moss beds, leaving the first one to Vespa, as it was too close to his nest. She stared into the flames, unblinking. The vines over the cave mouth provided a decent cover after the snow barrier had melted, but they still left her uneasy. Ever since the Aspid attack, she had grown increasingly paranoid of whatever else was roaming the Kingdom's Edge. Her nail was always within arm's reach, just in case. Regardless of whether it was due to attachment or hormonal impulse, the lengths she would go to protect Vespa continued to surprise her.
"Hey." She called over softly, keeping her tone gentle so she wouldn't agitate him further. "Do you need anything?" There wasn't a lot she could provide, but she did try to keep him as comfortable as possible during the final stages of the pregnancy.