A CORNUCOPIA OF OPIATES
06-30-2013, 09:15 PM
i love shrap. for like a long time && then some. ooc; what im not using an adult table for a newborn nope not me Sharply, she inhaled the frigid winter air, screeches dominating the atmosphere to announce her arrival upon earth?s crust as her lungs were fueled by the newfound intake of oxygen. Everything was foreign to the pallid babe, from the feeling of the course fur of the deer pelt caressing her paw-pads to the numerous aromas lacing the stagnant air surrounding her, and would remain as such until her lids could peel back to reveal the world to her. Instinct would strike only one thing as familiar to the newborn whelp: the urge to feed; and so she would wriggle towards the sole supply of nutrients with the help of a foreign body ? massive in comparison to the minuscule canine ? nudging her tiny body in its direction while something warm and damp slathered her coat with saliva. Such a feeling was comforting to say the least, and at last the whelp breached her targeted destination, latching on to her mother?s teat and suckling greedily while bodies crowded around her. She was immaculate, pure, for the first and the last time; she was a sitting duck to the hatred and brutality her mother wished to drive into her core ? blissfully unaware. |
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