07-22-2018, 10:09 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Fischer always wanted to be a mother. No matter what name she bared, the feeling of ... compensating for a dark childhood was always within her. To bring life into the world with someone else, to forge life and to embrace and strengthen life no matter what form it took. To look upon the face of a child and just nearly see your own, but see a completely new face in itself, a new individual. She often dreamed of the day, sometimes when she really felt alone, she would pray to the goddess Nidea, pray for just the sliver of a hope to have a family one day. It was childish, she often thought, but there was always the yearn within her.
So the smell of nursery warmth, milk and suckling newborns washed upon her, shocking the wolf. She followed the scent, standing a little straighter when happened upon Aphra and her litter, as well as the growing crowd. Rochelle ... no, Fischer watched from a distance, similar to Lucifer. She knew the protective nature of a new mother, and she didn’t want to trigger any aggression from her, a stranger to Aphra, getting too close to her children.
So the smell of nursery warmth, milk and suckling newborns washed upon her, shocking the wolf. She followed the scent, standing a little straighter when happened upon Aphra and her litter, as well as the growing crowd. Rochelle ... no, Fischer watched from a distance, similar to Lucifer. She knew the protective nature of a new mother, and she didn’t want to trigger any aggression from her, a stranger to Aphra, getting too close to her children.