The newborn prince would feel the different air and surroundings as he was expelled from his safe cavern of warmth that he had known throughout his entire life. Small gasps and whines would be emitted as he squirmed around on the ground, subconsciously directing himself towards his mother's stomach. The ivory boy with strange brown markings knew nothing other than the need for the warmth that his mother had provided for him always. Fate Destruction found the warming solace of his mother's stomach as his jaws snapped up and then down, suckling from his mother's breast as he found the peace of the company of his family.
