He is born as his mother breathes his name into the world: a thorn. Not a sharp, green prick longing to draw one’s blood, but a hidden weapon meant to keep what is beautiful just that: beautiful.
Wonder’s magic turns him into a creature he is not meant to be. A puppy, mewling in a way that reveals his sharp wolf’s teeth, curls against the sweat-soaked side of his mother. She is kind and attentive, cleaning Thorn with no fear of his predator’s form. He leans into her touch and quiets, eerily silent for a newborn. Here, tucked between his mother and his brother, he knows he belongs. An immediate sense of safety warms his stomach and blooms in his mind: a sweet boy, a sleepy one, is sprouting.
Father, Thorn thinks - or at least he would, if he could understand the sensation Nightlock’s touch creates in his chest. The little black and white pup yips then meets his dad’s touch with a baby’s clumsiness. Once the man’s muzzle moves to Tamlin, the marbled puppy returns to nuzzling into his mother’s stomach. There is beauty there, in the damp press of his mother’s belly and the drying fur of the newborn brothers. They are fierce and raw in their birth, shaped by their parents’ magic and mirroring the wild animal draw of their mother’s power.
They are a promise and a prophecy: new life, the most incredible of Beqanna’s wizardry.
Tamlin is rougher than Thorn. The black and white pup stirs irritably at his brother’s nibbly, tiredly stretching his stubby legs to push the mewling boy away. A tiny growl and mini yip follow that relaxed stretch of his body - purple eyes flutter open to peer at Tamlin through a blurry gaze. “Bea!” he barks back at him, then rolls over and immediately nuzzles into another sleep.
@[Tamlin] @[wonder] @[Nightlock] @[Leah] you're the only one left meredith *gun emoji*