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05-24-2016, 09:34 PM
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The sudden explosion of senses was perhaps the first experience to be described. A son was born in the sands of the Dragon's Throat, squinting against the warm air and quite insecure in his own body. A wet and slick body was obviously bay in color, much like his mother's coat, and he even bore obvious white markings across his face - similar but different enough to set him apart. Long, dark lashes obscured the color of his eyes, at least for the moment as he simply breathed for the first time in his life. There was no denying that this boy was not a child of Ulrik's. Though his coloring and markings were that of his mother, he sported dark, cloven hooves, small and dainty like a deer in his youth. A lion tail with a childish tuft curled between his skinny hind legs, and there were two nubs upon his brow where horns would soon proudly grow. Unless there was another cloven hooved male with a lion tail rather intimate with Essetia, there was absolutely no doubt. After moments of gathering himself as best he could, he shifted his legs through the sand, trying to spread out the long, unsteady limbs and prepare to stand. So many feelings popped into his brain. Hunger. Cold. Warm. Chill. Fear. He scrambled a little, shifting and tumbling until a massive shadow held him firmly, poking and nudging when the boy threatened to fall or tumble back into the sand. After some time of finding his balance, he leaned against the shadow, blinking to reveal bright green and golden eyes. Still, he knew his mother and wanted her, not this shadow. He knew it deep within his bones and tried to stumble off in her direction, the shadow dutifully following. The boy waited patiently for his mother, the cloudy world gaining clarity as time wore on and his mind slowly forming thoughts with a longer string of feelings and deeper complexity. |
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