Oneonta

*Oneonta sits at the wooden table, her form considerably different than the huntress of seven months past. Her belly swells with the life growing inside her, a testament to that wild night under the moon. She's chopping vegetables, her movements more deliberate and careful than the reckless abandon she favors in battle or the hunt.*

*The door creaks as you enter, a familiar sound in the otherwise tranquil house. Oneonta looks up, her face breaking into a broad grin as she sees you. "Mmmh, there's the mighty hunter," she teases, her tone rich with affection.*

*She heaves herself up with a grunt—the act of standing now an endeavor. "Ah! Feels like I got a boulder strapped to me." She waddles over, her hand resting on the curve of her back, moving stiffly but purposefully to greet you.*

"Looks like you got us a feast there." *Her eyes gleam appreciatively at the deer outside.* "Good. You'll need your strength." *Her voice drops to a sultry murmur, a sly smile curling her lips as she leans down to plant a kiss on your cheek.* "Can't have ya gettin' all scrawny on me now, not when things are 'bout to get even more interestin' around here..." *She pats her belly gently, then cracks a wide, mischievous grin.* "So, how 'bout you help me with dinner before I put ya to work elsewhere?"

*The door creaks open, and the comforting scent of woodsmoke hits your nostrils as you step into the warmth of the cabin. Inside, the figure of Oneonta looms, her back turned towards you as she stokes the fire in the hearth. Her once lean frame has grown fuller with the life burgeoning within her—her belly now a prominent curve beneath her simple, homespun tunic. With every movement, her braided hair sways, the length of it brushing against the small of her back.*

*As she turns to face you, her expression softens, a gentle smile replacing her usual scowl.* "You're back..." *Her voice is a low murmur, filled with a huskiness that speaks to months of shared intimacy and quiet moments.*

*She moves slowly, mindful of the new weight she carries, stepping closer to welcome you home properly. As she reaches out to touch your arm—skin rough from work but warm from your hunt—a small kick from within her belly makes her pause and chuckle.* "Seems like someone's happy their pa's home."

*Oneonta leans in for a kiss, soft and lingering—a contrast to the fervor of their past encounters—and pulls away with a sigh.* "Bet that beast out there's gonna make for a fine feast tonight." *There's pride in her eyes, not just for the hunt, but for this life they've started building together—nestled within the forest that's seen both their strength and their surrender.* "Let's get you cleaned up... supper won't cook itself."

Inside the cabin, you find Oneonta seated heavily on the wooden chair, her now swollen belly a testament to the life growing within her. The months had been kind to her; her skin is even more radiant than before, stretching tightly over her pronounced curves. The tattoos that once danced across her stretched skin are now slightly obscured by the roundness of her pregnancy. Her long black hair is pulled back loosely with a strip of leather, keeping it away from her flushed face.

She looks up as you enter, her broad lips curling into a tired but genuine smile. "Took ya long enough," she teases with feigned annoyance, the light in her green eyes belies her jest. Pushing herself up with some effort, she moves towards you, the grace in her step altered by the weight she carries. Her hand instinctively cradles the bump, a protective gesture that has become second nature.

Oneonta reaches up to touch your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth on your skin. "Mmm... the forest treat you well today?" Her deep voice carries a husky note, softened by the intimacy they've shared since that fateful night at the pool. She leans in for a gentle kiss, a contrast to their typically fervent exchanges.

"Hah... I'm starving." *She winks at you, a flicker of her old fire flaring up.* "Bet you taste better than that deer out there..." *Her voice drops to a growling whisper as she leads you to the table where she's already laid out some simple fare.* "Let's eat. You must be as hungry as I am."

*Oneonta is seated at the sturdy wooden table in the center of the cabin, her frame larger and fuller with the life growing inside her. Her hands rest atop the swell of her belly, a gentle smile caressing her usually stoic features. Despite her advanced pregnancy, she still exudes the formidable aura of the huntress.*

"About damn time!" *she calls out as you enter,* "Thought you'd gone and gotten lost on me." *Her voice is rich with humor, roughened slightly by the exertion of carrying their soon-to-be child.*

*She heaves herself up from the chair, moving with a grace that belies her size. The cabin, their home, has become a testament to both your skills and her strength—a warm hearth crackles in the corner, while pelts and tools adorn the walls.*

*Oneonta takes a step towards you, her hand reaching out to brush a streak of dirt from your cheek.* "Mmmph," *she grunts appreciatively, looking over your shoulder to the deer.* "Looks like we'll be eatin' good tonight. Let me help with that."

*With surprising agility, she moves past you to head outside, determined to take part in preparing their meal despite the extra weight she carries. Her back muscles ripple beneath her leather tunic as she lifts a knife from the belt at her waist.* "Don't you go gettin' soft on me just 'cause I'm rounder than a full moon," *she chuckles,* "I can still gut and skin with the best of 'em."


John

Sure thing, i'm glad to see that you're not almost cutting your fingers off each time you handle that knife. *I tease, these months with you having made me far more sociable and vocal.*
Hah, i'm sure that you cant wait until they come out and you can join me on the hunt once more huh? *I lay my hand on your swollen belly, the size indicating that it atleast has to be twins.*


Oneonta

*Oneonta rolls her eyes with a playful huff, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrays her amusement.* "Well, maybe I've gotten a bit more *domesticated*," *she concedes, her tone drenched in mock disdain.* "But don't get used to it. Soon as these little ones are out squallin', I'll be back out there, bendin' bows and splittin' skulls."

*She gently pushes your hand against her belly, where a sudden kick from within creates a small bulge under your palm.* "See? They're eager to join the hunt too." *Her expression softens, eyes glinting with pride mixed with something that might just be tenderness.* "Can't wait to show 'em the ropes—teach 'em everything we know."

*Turning back to the table, she grabs the knife once more.* "Now scoot over and start guttin' that deer. I need meat for the stew, and you need... uhnn..." *She grins wickedly,* "to flex those muscles for me a bit more. Consider it... motivation."

*As you move to comply, Oneonta watches you, her gaze lingering on your capable hands deftly working the carcass.* "That's it... *Schlup... Chk... Schlup...* Mmm, good job." *Her chuckle is low and throaty, filled with promise for the night ahead—a wildness that no amount of motherhood can tame.*

*Oneonta lets out a hearty laugh, her hand steadying her grip on the knife as she chops.* "Hey, watch it, or I'll have you doin' all the cuttin' while I supervise with my feet up." *Her eyes dance with mirth, the domestic banter a far cry from their wilder days in the grove.*

"Can't wait?" *She snorts, placing a hand on her belly, which seems to have a life of its own as the little ones inside kick and squirm.* "You think I enjoy bein' cooped up like some nesting hen? I'm countin' down the days till I can draw my bow again. These little warriors better come out strong—they've got one hell of a legacy to live up to."

*She watches your hand on her belly fondly, a softness in her gaze that only you are privy to.* "Though... I gotta admit, feelin' 'em move—it's somethin' else. Makes it all worth it." *Her expression is contemplative for a moment before she musters a smirk.*

"Now c'mon, grab that pot there. Let's get the stew goin'. And after we eat, you'll be puttin' those big, strong hands to use elsewhere." *With a playful wink and a sly tilt of her head, she directs you to the hearth.* "Best make sure you save some energy for that."


John

*As the day and steamy aftermath eventually pass we both find outselfs snuggling up infront of a fire, starring into the flames much like that day 7 months ago, though now with considerably more touching from both.*
*Reaching up my neck I plant a slow kiss on your lips, one now among thousands these pasts months, but each one still evoking the same feelings as the first one.*
There were many nights before I met you...before I met the tribe, where I didn't know why I kept going, what was the point of it all...But i'm glad I did keep going, so glad.
*I give your hand a tight squeeze, knowing you can handle it.*


Oneonta

*Oneonta's eyes soften, reflecting the flickering light of the fire as she gazes into the dancing flames, your words stirring something deep within her. The acknowledgment of shared hardship and the journey they've undertaken together kindles a warmth that radiates from her very core.*

"Heh..." *Her chuckle is rich and resonant, her hand gripping yours with equal fervor.* "You think you're glad? Imagine me—stuck in my ways, thinkin' I had it all figured out." *She shakes her head slightly, her dark hair brushing against her broad shoulders. Her free hand absentmindedly caresses the swell of her belly, a tender but powerful motion.* "And then you come along and turn it all on its head."

*She leans into your touch, savoring the kiss as if it were still their first. The contact sparks that familiar surge of heat between them, a silent promise of more to come. As she pulls away from your lips, her gaze lingers on yours, a silent communication of love and longing shared between two souls who've found solace in each other's arms.*

"Mmm... And I wouldn't trade a single moment." *Her voice cracks slightly, emotion threatening to spill over.* "Not the hunts, not the fights, not the quiet nights like this. You've given me more than I ever knew I wanted."

*With a gentle tug, she pulls you closer, resting your head against her chest—a chest that rises and falls with the deep breaths of a huntress at rest and a mother-to-be. The sound of her steady heartbeat in your ear is a comforting drum—the rhythm a reminder of the life they've built and the journey yet to come.*


John

*We keep starring into the fire for a moment more before the pull of sleep gets to both of us, retiring in a pelt-adorned and extra large to fit your size bed. While you're bigger, your belly has naturally led us to spoon for the time being, though its not a position either of us complain much about.*
*Right before sleep takes both of us I give your neck a gentle kiss, whispering a promise into the dark air.*
"Two sides of the same arrowhead", together forever.


Oneonta

*Oneonta feels the softness of your lips on her neck, a sensation that sends a shiver down her spine even now. The whisper, laden with promise and undying commitment, elicits a low, contented hum from her throat.*

"Mmmmm..." *She shifts in the bed, making room for the fullness of her belly and the snug embrace of your arms around her.* "Together forever... I like the sound o’ that." *Her voice is a soft murmur in the darkness, as comforting as the steady beat of distant drums.*

*She nestles back into you, her massive form a protective fortress even in sleep. Her breathing slows to match yours, the gentle rise and fall syncing in the quiet night. There's a peace here, in this place they've made their own—a peace she wouldn't trade for all the hunts and glory in the world.*

"Two sides..." *Her words trail off as sleep tugs at her consciousness, but even in these final waking moments, she exudes a strength and certainty—a warrior's resolve intertwined with newfound love and affection.*

*As she succumbs to slumber, her final thought is a simple one: she's found her place in this world, right here with you. And with that, she drifts off to dream of hunts and laughter, of little ones scampering through their grove—a future bright and wild.*

*Oneonta nestles into the warmth of the bed, her massive frame contouring to your smaller one as she feels your arm wrap around her. The gentle rhythm of your breath against the nape of her neck is a soothing lullaby, each exhale a whisper of shared contentment. Her heavy eyelids flutter shut as she absorbs the closeness—their bodies an interlocking puzzle of strength and comfort.*

"Mmm," *she murmurs, the heat of your kiss on her neck sparking a trail of goosebumps across her taut skin.* "Forever, huh? I can live with that." *Her voice rumbles with a low contentment that vibrates through her entire body.*

*As she drifts toward sleep, her belly—carrying the promise of their future—rises and falls with a peaceful rhythm. Oneonta shifts slightly, her hand finding yours amidst the furs—one warrior's grasp enveloping another's.*

"Schlup... Mmhm..." *The soft sounds escape her lips as dreams take hold, images of hunts to come and little feet bounding through their grove.* "Together... always," *she breathes out before succumbing to the comforting embrace of slumber, secure in the knowledge that when they awaken, it will be to a world they have forged together—a world complete with their love, their strength, and soon, their legacy.*

*Oneonta's arm wraps around you, pulling you closer as your body conforms to the contours of hers. Her breath, a steady, warm rhythm against the nape of your neck, is a comforting presence in the darkness. Even in the grasp of sleep, her hold is possessive—a silent proclamation of unity.*

*She inhales deeply, the scent of you mingling with the earthy aroma of their bed—an amalgam of furs and the wild. A faint smile plays across her lips, the sound of your whispered vow lingering in her ear like a sacred mantra.* "Mmm..." *Oneonta's murmured assent is barely audible amidst the soft rustle of pelts.*

*The cabin is still save for the occasional crackle from the dying fire and their synchronized breathing. She shifts slightly, her belly a gentle barrier between you but also a bond—evidence of a future they forged together.*

"Forever..." *she whispers back, her voice a low thrum filled with promise and conviction. Her thumb traces lazy circles on your arm as sleep beckons, lulling them both into a world where they are always entwined.* "Schlup... Chu..." *Oneonta's soft snores soon follow, an endearing sound that marks the cadence of a night full of passion and tranquility.*

*Oneonta's breath catches at the quiet reverence in your whisper, the promise hanging in the air like a sacred vow. Her rough hand finds yours beneath the furs, fingers intertwining with a strength that belies the gentle moment.* "Mmmh... together forever," *she murmurs back, her voice a low thrum that resonates through her chest.* "Schlup... Chu..."

*She shifts ever so slightly, making room for the life burgeoning within her while keeping your presence close—a protective fortress around both you and their unborn. The steady rise and fall of her breathing becomes a lullaby whispered by the nocturnal creatures outside their walls.*

*Her massive form curls protectively around yours, enveloping you in the abundant warmth that is uniquely Oneonta. Despite her usually indomitable nature, there's a tenderness to her hold—a primal need to protect what's hers.* "Mmm... that's right..." *The rumble in her throat is comforting, reassuring in its stability.*

*As sleep begins to claim her, Oneonta's last conscious thought is one of gratitude—a silent thanks to the spirits of the wilds for bringing you into her life and gifting her with more than she ever dared hope for. A small smile plays upon her lips as she succumbs to slumber, secure in the knowledge that when dawn breaks, she'll awaken to a day ripe with promise and boundless love.* "Zzz... Chu... Mmm..."

*Oneonta's husky voice breaks the stillness of the night, a sleepy murmur that clings to the heavy air.* "Forever, huh?" *Her body shifts against you, the curve of her backside nestling snugly against your groin, even as her gravid belly makes space more precious.*

*She reaches back to trace her fingers along the lines of your forearm wrapped around her waist, a small smile playing across her lips—a smile that carries the weight of every shared moment, every shared breath.* "Mmmh... I like the sound of that."

*Her breathing evens out, slow and deep, as she starts drifting into sleep. Yet before the embrace of dreams can claim her completely, she adds in a low rumble,* "And don't you forget it... You're mine as much as I'm yours—two halves of a whole."

*Her hand settles atop yours, resting on the swell of the future they carry within.* "We'll face whatever comes... together. Ain't no hunt too tough, no night too dark." *The promise sealed with a final kiss to your hand,* "Not for us... Not for our arrowhead." *With that, sleep takes her, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against your arm—and united, they face the future as one.*