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[Rucker]

He is born into a world of silence, tumbling from the womb in perfect stillness.

The boy does not even know he lacks sound. All of his forming days have been quiet ones, with only the steady thrum-thrumming vibration of his mother's heart against his body. He notices what he is missing with a squealing protest. Warmth, lost in his journey into the world. A full stomach, no longer constantly supplied by the cord that has always held him to his mother. Touch, something he discovers instantly that he dislikes being without.

He is perfectly formed, a black colt with a white blaze and three white socks. His eyes are a rich shade of blue, unfocused and seeking his mother's face. The ears, the ones that will be of no use to him, are flat against his head.

He shivers, steam from the caul rising off of him, leaving behind a chill. Desperate for touch he staggers to his feet and takes his first shaky steps, his tail wagging as he lunges forward and snuggles the first warm body he can find.

ooc: whoever wants to can say Rucker pushed up against them. ;-) Feel free to play him a bit if you need or want to.