It was dark and warm. He was unconsciously the happiest he would probably ever be. His little wing nubs are wrapped tightly against his body and he is happy. Until he wants to stretch, but cannot. His legs are trapped and he is curled into a position that is entirely too uncomfortable now. Then the contractions begin and he does not know fear nor hunger nor any emotion other than displeasure at being interrupted.
Too soon he is cold and wet. He bleats as he rolls up, eyes staring at the purple blob before him. His eyes clear, making out the face before him. She nudges him, cleaning him and making him warm again. His eyes blink shut before a particularly rough nudge makes him grunt and he stares up at her again.
He wants up.
He stretches his legs out before him, lurching onto them like a drunkard. He staggers and stumbles, falls and flops many times before he finally gets steady enough to be still (for the most part). He leans against her warmth, enjoying the heat and then the rumble of her voice as her chest vibrates against his body. A smile curls his lips as well, ears flickering when she speaks. "Chaaaayyyooool." He rumbles in response.
He looks up at her, twisting his head awkwardly before he moves, shoulder bumping against her side until he finds what his stomach was telling him to get. After he takes his fill, his eyes are heavy but instead of going back to the ground he settles his weight against his mother's shoulder, his eyes blinking heavily.
Too soon he is cold and wet. He bleats as he rolls up, eyes staring at the purple blob before him. His eyes clear, making out the face before him. She nudges him, cleaning him and making him warm again. His eyes blink shut before a particularly rough nudge makes him grunt and he stares up at her again.
He wants up.
He stretches his legs out before him, lurching onto them like a drunkard. He staggers and stumbles, falls and flops many times before he finally gets steady enough to be still (for the most part). He leans against her warmth, enjoying the heat and then the rumble of her voice as her chest vibrates against his body. A smile curls his lips as well, ears flickering when she speaks. "Chaaaayyyooool." He rumbles in response.
He looks up at her, twisting his head awkwardly before he moves, shoulder bumping against her side until he finds what his stomach was telling him to get. After he takes his fill, his eyes are heavy but instead of going back to the ground he settles his weight against his mother's shoulder, his eyes blinking heavily.
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