The End As We Know It
04-21-2016, 12:06 PM
He was deaf to the pain and fear that surrounded his birth. He squealed with a burning rage as he slipped free from his cage, flopping onto the cold ground with a shriek. Blindly he bobbed his head up and down, his desire to nurse strong. Trying to stumble his way to his mothers belly, he was suddenly airborne. He panicked at the feeling, his little stubby limbs flailing in open air. But soon the warmth of something pressed at his face, the scent that he so longed for filling his nose. He bumped against her stomach until he found what he was looking for, latching on with a fierce determination. The sound of him suckling filled the air, when soon another source of heat radiated against his back. There was another little wiggly thing beside him, but he paid no mind to his sister. He only wanted the milk that was in front of him, the nameless whelp didn't have much else in his mind. Once he was full he just plopped down right where he was, not bothering to move. This was close to the one thing that he wanted, and he would stay here beside it. Plus, it was warm and comfortable, two heat sources pounding against him like gentle waves. A satisfied sigh left his mouth, and he slept with a full belly. "SPEAK" |
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