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one must never learn to fear the demons in the world,
and must instead choose to embrace them
and must instead choose to embrace them
Heartbeats. The rhythm is set, changing in tempo on occasion from things that make him tense, moving about in his warm, dark home, even when the walls close in on him. No second thoughts are given towards their change. It’s merely the changing of time, empty minutes spent doing nothing when his conscious is not prepared for the outside world.
For now, his broken ears listen to the song that plays on repeat, an endless lullaby that whispers soon with a gentle tongue that later turns into a blade.
When time can longer no take his existence and the lullaby he listens to has finally hit the last note, the blade sweeps down, down, and down, making it’s mark.
Oh, goodbye, sweet world.
Light touches his delicate, moon eyes with a flame so bright and harsh that it snares and rips the world away from them before he can begin to comprehend that it exists. Burning fingers take his sight further away, shaking for a reason he can’t understand when his body feels pain in so many ways that he’d never be able to count them all.
The cold air upon his new, wet baby bites and draws out small cries from his lips, distorted when they crawl in his ears.
Is that what I sound like?
Something else is making a sound, or more like multiple things seem to be making the same noise over and over again. It’s there, out of grasp but close enough that he’s able to be aware that there are other things in this place other than himself. The only familiar noise is gone, presumably for good. Sikeax’s heartbeat will no longer be able to calm him when there are so many things that make no sense to take it away from him.
She is there to fill in the gap left behind, instantly mending the first feeling of sadness in his chest when she touches him, pressing a warm, soft muzzle against his body. He attempts to escape for what must be a half a second, leaping with his entire being out of fear of what he can barely see. The brutality enacted upon his young eyes is slowly subsiding, giving him the first idea of what this new life is really like, and what it begins with.
Though he does not know what to call her, either with a name or a term of attachment, there is a feeling of need that he instinctively knows to force upon her. She is so different from him that he wonders if there’s a way that they will ever be alike. She is the day and he is the night, her eyes the sky and his eyes the moon and all the stars. If she had not just given him to the world, he would of have denied relations to her simply from appearance.
No words have been exchanged. No name has been placed upon his new life, courtesy of her, and he wonders if the world is made of silence from his species, if he had broken an unknown rule by calling out to her. Pain finds a different place to burrow. It grips his stomach and tightens it, twisting it around until he is forced to whine more and more, begging for something he’s not exactly sure how to receive just yet.
@Amara
