--MOONS OF JUPITER--

Expulsion. Banishment. Punishment for something she had not done. How unfair it was that she must leave the womb--the only realm she knew--and thrust into something so much colder merely because she existed. And to be the first out! To leave him when she'd grown so close! Something encased her and she struggled against it, cross as it stretched around her moving form. It was then that the film was broken and she burst free, lungs filling with something new, fresh, and crisp. As she expelled the foreign sensation a healthy cry escaped her lips, mouth opening and closing, and each time her jaws fell ajar a new protest of a whine flooded from her larynx.



Squeals were silenced abruptly in shock as she was cleaned by something new--a touch that was nothing she'd felt before. Something within told her that there was no need to cry--no reason to screech in such a horrendous volume and tone because she was there. This was no banishment. No, this... this was a promotion.



Instinctively she squirmed, seeking to sate the nagging hunger that already plagued her. She felt the warmth of quivering fur in the same moment she found her target, and latched onto the nub with relative glee, pressing against the hairs before her to try and recreate the feeling of being encompassed by a heated womb once more. A loneliness resonated inside of her, pulsing securely in her exhausted conscience. She'd been torn away from someone, and she'd find them. Him. She'd find him one day, but for now, she was tired... So tired...



And so she slept.