A stone staircase leads down to the dungeons from behind the alter of the Grand Hall. The room is large and damp, dark except for the few torches the master makes a point of keeping lit. The cells are rusted over from lack of care and use, but one may find peace of quiet in the dank and chilly atmosphere provided here.
~Pregnant~ Posted on October 18, 2009 at 08:30:35 PM by Katannah
It had only been two maybe three weeks since the visit to the breeding grounds. The few days afterwards were quite normal, so normal infact Katannah thought she would disappoint Lestat by not being pregnant, but as time went on her belly grew hard, not large, not yet but hard to the touch. To Katannah she felt the fluttering feeling of the little embryos dancing around in the for now abundant space.
She grew tired easily now, and more often than not did not want to do her daily rounds. Today she had secluded herself in the dungeons, hoping for a little quiet from the world outside, everything with newly heightened senses were working her last nerves. So instead of lashing out on her members Katannah just came to the dungeon where the dripping water was driving her nuts...really?!...could there be no peace.
Replies:
~wingless~ - By LestatOctober 18, 2009 at 08:42:23 PM
~Pregnant~ - By KatannahOctober 18, 2009 at 08:50:07 PM
~wingless~ - By LestatOctober 18, 2009 at 09:00:07 PM
~Pregnant~ - By KatannahOctober 18, 2009 at 09:05:31 PM
~wingless~ - By LestatOctober 18, 2009 at 09:50:31 PM
~Pregnant~ - By KatannahOctober 18, 2009 at 10:04:16 PM
~wingless~ - By LestatOctober 18, 2009 at 10:45:36 PM
~Pregnant~ - By KatannahOctober 19, 2009 at 08:48:24 PM