because the very thing you're afraid of, it keeps you clean but unclear
it's the dirt that you're made of and thats nothing to fear
Even in birth, he feels the wildness blossom in his chest.
It is a wild, feral thing, a snarling in his veins, something that simmers in his blood and reminds him of the wide open spaces, of gale force winds, of the mountain crests that he may stand upon one day. It rests there, a brewing combination of his mother’s independence and his father’s ferocity, and he grips it close to him, holding it in his belly, letting it become a truth of who he is and what he will become.
His light grey eyes open and the first thing he notices is the light, the warmth of Tephra still not like the warmth of his mother. His nose wrinkles and his jaw works, his lips opening to gasp for air the floods his lungs. He is a dark wine red, the color impossibly rich, made darker still by the fluid that dampens his coat. At his shoulders rest the wings, soft down and curled protectively—useless, for now at least.
He hunts for his sister before he even knows what he’s doing, nose reaching for her, finding the curves and the angles of her face and scooting closer so that he can curl around and near her. He makes a soft noise in his throat, a purr of contentment, when he finds her, when he feels her against him, his wild lips curling slightly in the corners. But even this cannot last forever, not when his stomach begins to growl.
Brigade nudges her neck, signaling her, and then stumbles to his feet, legs shaking and muscles trembling. He falls, once, and his face contorts with displeasure, fighting to get to his feet immediately again. This time, he is successful and although he wobbles, he manages to find his center of gravity quickly enough.
He swings his head upward, the broken white of his blaze like virgin snow against the rest of him. He takes in the two watching over them both, his parents, and something else grows inside of him—something fierce and possessive. Family. This was his family. His light eyes spark as Pyxis ushers them both to her sides, his nose trailing his path until he founds the source of it all and latches on.
Everything else goes quiet as his world clicks into place, his family complete.
