10-16-2017, 01:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-16-2017, 01:32 AM by sillysadass.)
Vespa let out a sigh of relief when he saw Crim (somewhat) unharmed. He exited the crevice, lying back down at his spot on the cave floor where he fell back asleep. He felt grateful that Crim would protect him, even if he was just a random, lost bug that was forced into an early heat.
The last two months of his pregnancy did not go easily-- on Vespa that was. The eggs tended to press themselves against either his bladder, or his lungs. He became uncontrollably territorial, just about ready to bite off anyone's hand. In the middle of the night he found himself inclined to make a nest, frantically moving the moss into a small, makeshift wasp's nest where he would situate himself until the eggs hatched. If Crim came too close to his "nest," his wings would go up, telling her to back off for her own safety. The eggs grew steadily, restricting his movements and making him more fatigued. As he anticipated, the eggs did of course become more active, but what worried him was two weren't active at all, and the only time he did feel them move was when the others moved.
It seemed that along with the dramatic changes of his body, the world changed too. The bright orange tumors that dotted themselves along the crossroads made their way all the way out to the kingdom's edge, leaving behind a light within the snow here and there. A few creeped towards the caverns, orange vines wrapping around the mouth like an unwelcome embrace.
The last two months of his pregnancy did not go easily-- on Vespa that was. The eggs tended to press themselves against either his bladder, or his lungs. He became uncontrollably territorial, just about ready to bite off anyone's hand. In the middle of the night he found himself inclined to make a nest, frantically moving the moss into a small, makeshift wasp's nest where he would situate himself until the eggs hatched. If Crim came too close to his "nest," his wings would go up, telling her to back off for her own safety. The eggs grew steadily, restricting his movements and making him more fatigued. As he anticipated, the eggs did of course become more active, but what worried him was two weren't active at all, and the only time he did feel them move was when the others moved.
It seemed that along with the dramatic changes of his body, the world changed too. The bright orange tumors that dotted themselves along the crossroads made their way all the way out to the kingdom's edge, leaving behind a light within the snow here and there. A few creeped towards the caverns, orange vines wrapping around the mouth like an unwelcome embrace.