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11-13-2012, 03:00 AM
From the nestled corner of the desert walls where even frostfall cannot touch severely, the pup has been secure and safe since its time in the care of the young pegasus. It feels a stirring in its stomach like none it's ever experienced, calling for those broad paws to stand. A thirst that can only be quenched by the source of life sets a whimper to the pup's throat as it wanders aimlessly, nose searching tirelessly for an aroma it is not familiar with yet intensely attracted to.
In these moments those wide, begging eyes finally flicker and open. The world slams into view and the pup balks at first, yet the need drives it onward. Steadier now it looks for the girl that has watched it thus far, and it knows she will feed it, even if it is no longer the pale milk it craves.
And if she cannot? Then he may just ravage her body or search the wilds for what she cannot provide.
Drool courses down the sides of its jowls in anticipation before it wields a childish howl for her.
