Fawn Crying Novels & Stories

the girl growled, as she tugged at the wooden comb, turning away from the hold that had closed itself around her. The child started to struggle. She had closed her eyes when the arm went around her shoulders. She opened them again and her eyes turned from a warm brown to a hard gold in color. A feral expression took over her sweet face. She let out a soft growl and her little baby teeth grew into sharp little fangs.

I added. Cries broke not too far from me. It was Noah. It began with soft hums, and his head jerking back and forth at every hiccup that gripped him. He bit on his lip, with his eyes pressing shut to clear his blurry vision. Then after a few seconds, his lips parted and the sound became louder. Tears rolled down his cheeks. My throat burned yet my face was expressionless. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails digging deep into my skin. At every wail my nails dug deeper until a warm liquid rolled down my hands. I took a quick glance to see blood.

“Then why did he cry… why did he cry? Bai has never been good at expressing his feeling. He must have felt so vexed and…” Wren blocked his mouth with his own. Kissing his soft lips, he made sure to calm him down first. “let’s write to Mumu and ask him why he cried. Let’s not jump to a conclusion, okay?” Feng thought for a second and dried his tears. “o-okay….” Wren let out a small laugh, hugging his delicate mate tightly. “I really want to see Bai cry too. Do you think its sadistic of me?” “no, I want to see him cry too. He has never expressed much in his life expect boredom,”

On the third push, the fawn’s head finally appeared. From there, it got easier. One last push and the little thing slipped out, wet with membranes, landing softly on the forest floor. Silence for a heartbeat. “Not over yet,” I said quickly. “Check its breathing.” He immediately jumped in, clearing mucus from the fawn’s nose and mouth, gently tapping it to stimulate breathing. A few seconds later, the little thing twitched and let out its first tiny squeak. “It’s responding!” Lena couldn’t help blurting out.

This time she was not asleep. My fawn’s knees held up her chin while her arms were around her legs. Her head perks up, glancing at me from the door. “Creed?” her voice but a breath. It sounded hoarse, nothing like my Fawn’s voice should sound like. “Creed?” I shut the door, running to her. Stepping off the window’s bench, she took two steps, only to land in my arms.

Kavan only gave him things, without even expecting anything in return. "Shut up," Fyn screamed, "Shut up!" Softly, Fyn closed his eyes as he watched the form that pretended to be his father, shot the arrow straight to him. And as darkness consumed him when the pain became unbearable, he could almost hear a soft howl echo through the air. The howl was sad and full of pain, that it almost made him tear up. It sort of reminded him of someone crying. But then why would someone cry for someone like him?

"You don't know how it hurts to carry a child for nine months!" "No I...I.." Aiden stuttered not knowing how to calm her down. "Don't stutter! Don't tell me not to cry!" Fiona cried out, glaring at him while stuffing popcorn in her mouth. "I have ever right to cry!" "Fiona." Aiden sighed. "Don't talk to me! I'm so bloated! I'm so hungry! I'm so angry! Sad! Happy." She paused and sniffled. "I want a hug." "Alright, I.." He took a step towards her but she screamed.

The wolf nuzzled into my hand, closing his eyes. My eyes widened, surprised at the affection the wolf was showing. It stepped hesitantly closer, putting its snout against my cheek and nuzzling the side of my face. I felt a tear escape my eye; I shuddered a sob before throwing my arms around the wolf's neck, hugging him as I cried. I fell to my knees when the wolf sat, letting me hold him while I cried a thousand tears into his soft coat. We sat there for a time, the only sound being the falling water of the waterfall and my sobs.

Fiona's presence was like an answer to my unknown prayer, I needed the companionship. I rubbed my completely round belly as I happily carried my bag full of herbs, and headed to the door on the ground. My pup kicked back in response and I chuckled. Such an energetic young wolf I was carrying. I entered my underground home and met commotion. Ethan was there. I hadn't seen him pass, neither did he mind-link me that he was around. He was screaming blue murder, while Fiona crouched in a corner, crying and pleading. I couldn't make sense of their words, and I couldn't understand what was happening.

"You look very sad." I tried to smile but failed. I shook my head instead. As I did so, a tear slipped down my cheek. Finn reached out and caught the tear on his fingertip. He regarded it and then stared at me in some surprise. "But you are crying," he argued. "People don't cry unless they are sad." I sniffed, blinked, and quickly wiped my eyes. I tried laughing, but the sound sounded ghastly even to my own ears, so I stopped.