--the way i die.

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like the predators they were they came. fueled by instinct and primal desire they craved to claim they craved to take what they felt was rightfully theirs. The queens of the lands seeking a child to raise as their own it was a world of possession and this child would be broken into the ways of women. women who hungered for life to be survived by them. they were hungry, and he was unaware. ignorance was not always bliss. regardless, he registered the heat of someone he registers the warmth and presses his head hungrily towards the chest. a cry echoes out as more and more sounds surround him. he understands none of it. in his youth he raises his head staring at them and allowing fright to creep into his gaze. none of these are mama. yet they all wear the same expression. they all wear the same deepened eyes and bristling furs. he experiences fear. cairus can feel the terror grow in his chest...his stomach? what was it. his ears instinctively tucked behind his skull and his tail curled beneath his legs. he felt appreciative of the warmth being offered to him by the first white one, but he had a feeling it would be fleeting. he would be going home with...someone? what were they here for? he stares at each of them. quickly. inquisitively. terrifed.