Devil May Cry

The world that had been his constant for the whole of his life up to this point was changing he could feel it, the walls of his world moving into towards him and then jumping back. Slowly at first so that he was really unaware of the change, simply sleeping as he usually did, with his brother beside him. But as time would go on the ceaseless contracting and retracting of the walls would grow closer together and would begin to push him towards life. His sudden descent into the world beyond the womb was rather uneventful, for him at least.

Silent and unmoving he seemed stuck in a state of limbo. No air rushing into his tiny lungs, no sounds reaching his deaf puppy ears. He might as well have been dead, until the sac of warmth around him was punctured. Cool air rushed around him, enveloping him shocking him so that he could not move, could not call out. A warm tongue began to brush up against him, warmth starting to rush up into him. A weak little cry would release from him, tiny paws flexing and body starting to move as life flooded through him.

Instinct drove him to seek out the warmth of his mother?s belly, following the scent of her milk. It didn't take him too long to find his mother's teat and drink his fill, sleep tugging at him and finally taking him.