Painted Flowers (Birthing Thread)

He had lived in a world of darkness, a place that he would never be able to remember. It was crowded in his temporary home, all of his large siblings sharing the womb. He had grown from what was once a speck to a bulky pup. Life pulsed through his veins, occasionally squirming in the tight space. Today would be a day like no other. There had been enough growing and living in the unknown place, it was time for him to live in a new world.

Being the first to leave, he was pulled away into another world. He had now begun his life. There was coldness and nothing but black. It was only a whisper that he would remember for all his years.

"Tinaro..."