A new generation
09-24-2014, 10:52 PM
The world she knew was made up from the building blocks of blackness and sensitivity, feeling to be precise. Emotions where still foreign to her, but bodily feeling was not. There was the softness of skin and fluid about her. There was sometimes discomfort, felt from the being that held him and a tightness about her that made her long to stretch out. She was big for this confined space, some part of her brain knew that and longed for the freedom of.. of what she did not know, but of something else other then this. Perhaps that determination is what made her the first born, when it came time to move on to another world she would be the one who first found that light, that difference of tones against her closed eyelids. She would try to move through to light she knew was there, and to what could only be that something new she longed for. When she reached for it she felt a confinement unlike anything else she had encountered in this world she knew. She gasped, feeling trapped and confined, the weight of something pushing her, shoving her against a passage that would not admit her. Then something cold and slimy touched against her, her first impulse was to push away from that feeling, but a push came again shoving her free now and out into the world. It was cold out here, and strange and different. She opened her mouth and let out a chorus of healthy cries as she was gently lifted and cleaned. Once she was cleaned the feeling of coolness eased before she was placed beside the soft warm thing she was already coming to love. An instinct that stretched out beyond the ages urged her, and she sought out a scent she could smell, closed her small lips about it and sucked. "Speech" |
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