HOLDING ON TO YOU
12-21-2014, 09:37 PM
His world had been relatively peaceful, obvious to the actions of his tyrant mother. It wasn't until his world grew too small, uncomfortable, that he would become restless, demanding space from his growing littermates. He would not be the first born, his feeble sister having that honor. But unbeknownst to him, she was dead. He, however, would the first born son. His birth would trouble his mother some, but he didn't care, nor did he even known. His lungs would burn with the first taste of oxygen, pulling a furious wail from his dark jaws. He wouldn't be quieted until his jaws had firmly latched onto his mothers teat, the sweet taste of milk filling his belly and occupying his attention. His brother would soon find his place beside him, and together they would remain nestled against their mothers belly, save from the world for the time being. speech |
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