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08-15-2014, 03:32 PM
The boy was ignorant to the dangers of the world. Ignorant to all except what was around him. Simply things. He was within the safety of his mother's womb, a place so warm, so comforting that he was unware that anything else could be different. He was among siblings, how many he didn't know. Things such as counting, individual thought, and personality were yet to truly begin to develop. For now he was simply a young male, and that was all he would be until he was pushed into the world that was far darker than the young male could imagine. That day, little known to the male, was upon him right this very moment.
He had sensed that something was amiss, surely, within his little haven. The area around him seemed smaller, tighter, closing around his body. It was moving too... strange, jerking movements. The small boy would shift, facial expression twisting into something that showed he was not at all pleased. He was struggling, trying to shift back to where things were comfortable. Back to the way he had known. Yet the strange movements continued, until suddenly one of the forms next to him was moving and then... gone!
What might the boy had felt if he knew how much pain his mother was going through? How much blood she spilled in trying to bring his siblings, as well as himself, into this world? The feeble, small struggle would continue. He was just a little thing, and so young, it wasn't as if he had much energy to throw about. But soon he too was expelled from the womb, laying upon the den floor in a world that was far too cold.
But there was a bit of warmth. Something rasped over his small furry body, cleaning him and warming him. He would let out his first cry. Though he was small the cry was strong, something that would be the opposite of how the boy would grow to be. His mother would say something as well, his name, though it would not yet be understood as such. Thanatos. He was Thanatos. But for now the boy would lay at his mother's side, nuzzling about as his nose caught onto the milk scent. A scent that meant life... one that he should naturally know.
Yet the boy did not instinctively move towards the milk. Instead his small body wriggled around, blind and deaf, letting out another cry before laying still. He was still breathing, but the newborn was tired. The little creature began to shiver, feeling the rumble of the voices of his family as they try and help his mother. But for the newly named Thanatos, sleep is the highest priority right now and then, later, would come the need for food.
He had sensed that something was amiss, surely, within his little haven. The area around him seemed smaller, tighter, closing around his body. It was moving too... strange, jerking movements. The small boy would shift, facial expression twisting into something that showed he was not at all pleased. He was struggling, trying to shift back to where things were comfortable. Back to the way he had known. Yet the strange movements continued, until suddenly one of the forms next to him was moving and then... gone!
What might the boy had felt if he knew how much pain his mother was going through? How much blood she spilled in trying to bring his siblings, as well as himself, into this world? The feeble, small struggle would continue. He was just a little thing, and so young, it wasn't as if he had much energy to throw about. But soon he too was expelled from the womb, laying upon the den floor in a world that was far too cold.
But there was a bit of warmth. Something rasped over his small furry body, cleaning him and warming him. He would let out his first cry. Though he was small the cry was strong, something that would be the opposite of how the boy would grow to be. His mother would say something as well, his name, though it would not yet be understood as such. Thanatos. He was Thanatos. But for now the boy would lay at his mother's side, nuzzling about as his nose caught onto the milk scent. A scent that meant life... one that he should naturally know.
Yet the boy did not instinctively move towards the milk. Instead his small body wriggled around, blind and deaf, letting out another cry before laying still. He was still breathing, but the newborn was tired. The little creature began to shiver, feeling the rumble of the voices of his family as they try and help his mother. But for the newly named Thanatos, sleep is the highest priority right now and then, later, would come the need for food.