Thursday photo prompt #writephoto. Shore.

This week’s #writephoto  from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo, is another beautiful beach and sea themed view and it is lovely as ever.

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The next morning the sun was high and clouds danced across the sky. The three women, each from different species wandered down to the shore. Some how a bond had formed between them.

Lisa announced she was in labour and had been most of the night. She wanted the sea’s rythmn to help with the birth of her child. Looking at the trench, nature had carved along the shore leading out to the sea she said she hoped her baby would flow out of her to sea and be embraced by nature.

Rachel was scared, she hid it well but she feared for Lisa and for herself. Fay found herself engrossed by the whole experience but her urge to feed was strong. Like the sea emotions swept over the women soaking them first then draining them. Lisa read Rachel and Fay’s thoughts, Rachel could sense Fay’s heightening agitation and told her to go as the next few hours would be more than her willpower could stand. 

Fay promised to return soon, she knew Rachel was right, she would not be able to resist the blood or the fresh smell of baby. For the first time in hundreds of years she did the right thing and left.

The child was born on the beach to the rythmn of the waves. The sun had moved round in the sky and it was late afternoon as Rachel helped Lisa along the trench to the sea to bathe herself and the baby. The child,  a girl screamed as the sea water was gentle dropped over her by loving hands.  Lisa held the baby to her breast, the child thrashed about for a seconds then latched on to its mother to feed.

Lisa, Rachel and the child returned to the house and Lisa bathed the baby again in warm water and wrapped her snuggly and put her into a basket of herds she had covered with a sheet. 

The warmth and the scent of the herbs  soothed the child and she lay quietly in her little bed. Lisa bathed then  lifted her to her breast again. ” Here my love ” she soothed ” feed and grow strong.”

Rachel left them she was exhausted by Lisa’s labour and also terrified as she had to go through this too. 

Standing at the top of the cliff by the old ruins she could see the whole of the beach, the deep trench was still visible. The sound of the sea in her ears and all the beauty before her and yet she felt lost alone and terrified.

Suddenly a pain grabbed her and her fear turned to terror as she realised she was now in labour. Immediately she morphed in to a wolf and made her way back to Lisa.

Lisa was ready for Rachel on her return she had a blanket ready . She settled Rachel down and spoke to her saying ” All will be well Rachel all will be well” though truth be told she knew it would not. She could not let Rachel know this.

All the while Lisa’s baby slept. Just before midnight the wolf cub  was born. Sadly it was dead, Lisa with all her skills could not revive the little female pup. She was beautiful, she had huge fangs were her canine teeth should of been.

Rachel was too ill to even know her child had died, she had bled profusely and Lisa had had to stitch her up and pack her womb with healing herbs. Rachel was lucky that Lisa was skilled in the ways of child birth, though she had never delivered a warewolf before.

As Rachel slept unaware of her loss Lisa stood on the shore with her babe in here arms…. “I shall call you Hope” she whispered. Little did she know how apt that name was.

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