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Vulia
Long limbs ached to be spread outside the womb. She was curled, knotted, twisted in a womb far too small—despite being stretched— alongside another heartbeat. Her unconscious body could hear and feel the other rhythms, though hers beat a tune all its own. A quiet, fast thrum that raced ahead, ready and waiting and impatient.So when she came from her mother’s womb, she exploded; a tangle of eagerly trashing legs falling in the metaphorical blood of her dam's old lover. But the pale gold mini-goddess didn’t care; no, her silver- blue eyes popped open and her painfully slender head (already crowned with two sharp black nubs) proudly lifted.
A dark blob beside her—but that shared lifeblood did not hold her interest. No, it was the promising sweet warmth of milk that drew her unsteadily to her tiny feet. She wobbled forward, warm pink lips parting and pushing towards her exhausted dam’s teats. She didn't even waste the time to greet the life that brought her into this world.
my life is a mess but she demanded to be born ;-;
