Spoils of WarTitle: Spoils of WarSpoils of War by Arlome
Pairing: Izayoi/ Inu no Taisho
Summary: The time has come for Izayoi to give birth to her son. Fifth and last part of "Battle".
He was running.
His iron clad feet thundered upon the forest floor, gathering up dust and leaving dirt in their wake. The precious cargo he carried on his back moaned in pain and clutched at his fur pelt with ardor.
"Izayoi," the Inu no Taisho pleaded as he turned his head to glance back at his wife, "hold on."
"I-it hurts…hurts s-so much." She gasped and tightened the grasp of her thighs around his waist. "The p-pain, it's stronger now…n-nearly no break, n-no remission."
The Inu no Taisho frowned and doubled his pace.
The labor pains started at day break. The back ache that plagued Izayoi the night before turned into the tightening of her womb come the morning, and there was no doubt the birth was nigh. They set out almost at once, passing village after village, looking for a human midwife t
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"You called for me my lord," the princess had been requested to the lord's studies. Presenting herself with a slight bow.
"Please, you do not have to bow, you are my daughter," the Lord chuckles scooting up to his desk as he waves a hand for her to sit. She did as instructed. His elbows lay on the desk, hands joining, "excuse me for the sudden call, I hope I did not interrupt on your studies too much."
"No, father, it does not displease me at all," slight shake to the head. I rather prefer it.
The man nods as he rests his hands on his knees in his criss-crossed state. Serious, he inhales and dips his head down, " I have called you today to inform you that we will be having welcoming visitors from Setsuna arriving along with Takemaru's return." Izayoi's body takes a nerve to this, it did not go unnoticed by her father, "I assure you, my child, she will not be amongst the visitors."
Guilt and remorse hits her, "forgive me, I should have taken such news more lightly.
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For the past few weeks I have been venturing to the Servant’s Quarters in secret and it’s becoming an even more welcoming and warming experience every night. It’s nice to have something to look forward to and to have new companions to talk with. Though, I am not yet comfortable in revealing my sudden downfall so I have made Semiko promise not to tell until my say so. I do not want them to pity me as such. I just hope these moments last for what time I have. From what my father has reported the ceremony with be held in the land of Setsuna, in the Emperor’s Palace, in which Takemaru will soon take the throne. Along with me. The date still unknown as to when. It’s practically torturing me that I do not know of when my fate is sealed! My father can be very unpredictable with certain activities such as this.
Izayoi stops from the sudden torch relighting within her yet again. She has had to slowly teach herself to calm her ner
TruceIzayoi made her way through the rapidly darkening wilderness that surrounded her for the past few hours. Occasionally she tripped and fell, her travelling yukata getting caught up in a random twig and tearing. It has been the tenth day of her journey and her provisions were running dangerously low. Izayoi has already filled her bamboo flask with fresh stream water countless times but, being unable to hunt and provide for herself in the wilderness, lived on nuts and roots for the past three days.Truce by Arlome
Three months have passed since the human princess last seen the daiyoukai and much has changed in her young life since. For one thing, three weeks after he left her naked on her bedchamber floor she discovered that she was with child. After being violently ill and fatigued for seven days, Izayoi began to worry. The fact that her blood cycle failed to visit her as it did on a regular monthly basis, did not help her state of agitation. When her dainty little breasts seemed to increase their