Dreams Made Flesh [M]
05-02-2013, 01:20 AM
| Gabriel |
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Warmth, sweet familiar warmth surrounded the tiny, breathing life. He was cocooned in a mixture of love and adoration, forever protected, never forgotten. His tiny heart beat was strong and steady, beating softly against his barely formed rib cage, his lungs did not yet have a use. He wished for nothing, wanted for nothing. This beautiful, undeniable, glorious warmth was all he would ever need... but then something wretched happened, he was being, squeezed, pushed, forced from his bright cocoon, he squirmed and fought against it, legs kicking uselessly as the pressure forced him to move, forced him along the tight channel and out of that warm bubble of liquid. Soaking wet and falling, feeling instantly the chill of death his tiny body would fall and plop against the ground. For a brief few seconds he lay utterly still, not moving and unbreathing. It was so cold! His body shivered, goosebumps breaking out across his flesh. He hated this, he hated this bitter cold, where had the warmth gone, where was the love? Suddenly his lungs drew air, drawing in their first breath and a soft cry whipped through his larynx, a cry of pain and of anguish! It burned! It burned to breathe! It took a long while more, out finally something warm and lovely tickled across his fur, brushing him free of whatever clung to him, and nuzzled him towards something soft and warm. There was the love, he remembered, he knew. His mouth would open out of instinct, latching onto a swollen nipple and greedily sucking down his fill. It was warm and delicious, and reminded of that warm and soft place he had come from. It was comforting, it was love.
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