Sex: MaleSven's world was unbelievably small, but he couldn't know that. For all that he was aware of, his natal den was a universe all unto itself. While he knew of the light that filtered through the entrance, and that there must be some expanse outside of it for the dark-pelted visitor to constantly appear from and vanish into, his mind rarely gave this unknown realm a single thought. Instead, the small Archer prince was more than content to remain squarely at his mother's side. She was always there, always warm and soft to snuggle up next to. Her voice was soft and musical, often telling him stories that he didn't quite comprehend yet but made him feel safe and comforted all the same. She tended to all of his needs, never allowing him to feel true hunger or cold, or unloved. He couldn't even know that there were other living beings, for his father had been the only one to visit, and this still was never a consideration within his newly-created mind.
And really, he didn't need to leave the confines of his earthly home to experience new things. Each day, there was something new, or better said something more, to notice as his senses swiftly developed, sometimes within a span of a few moments. The only time he had felt fear was when his eyes had suddenly opened, sending a shock of light and sight into his brain. Piety had been quick to comfort him, and more recently as his ears slowly started to unseal themselves from his dove white skull, so that she she spoke calming words he could actually make out pitch and tone rather than a steady vibration of muffled sound.
His baby blues were already fading into a deep gray, a clear indication that one day he would see the world through the same murky windows as his father did. The pristine, colorless coat passed down from his mother carried only one minor blemish, which was now a few barely-noticeable dark gray hairs right where his leathery nose ended, which would develop into a more prominent mark as he grew and his muzzle elongated. As he was now, his pudgy little body lay on its side, stubby legs stretched out and toes spread as his eyes beheld the den's roof. They passed slowly over the entire expanse, for each time he repeated the process, a new detail struck him as his sight developed rapidly with the continued use.
Suddenly, from his peripheral vision, something had moved within his home. Sven sat up, immediately enraptured. There was a long silence as he waited, eyes straining through the dark and eagerly awaiting the motion to repeat itself. His patience was rewarded as Piety's tail flicked once more, a very brief and quick movement but one that brought a small yip from Sven's tiny maw. He was unable to place this thing as being an extension of his mother, for the way her appendage was curled, he could only view the tip and the rest was lost to a space of darkness which separated what he was seeing from the rest of his mother's body. Again, and ever so briefly, it moved, and Sven scrambled to his paws.
Another yip hiccupped out of him, as the pup simultaneously confused and defensive. What was this thing that had intruded upon his home, moving toward his mother? Nothing but he and his mother's dark guardian had dared to come so close, to encroach upon their sanctuary. Whatever it was, he didn't like this situation one bit, and so Sven chose to take matters into his own paws.
Each move forward was nearly a hop, imitating the flickering movement of the trespasser. He kept himself quiet, despite the jumpscare each twitch gave him, until the last moment when he was close enough to pounce. A series of small yips flooded the air as he lunged for Piety's tail, trying his best to hold it down with thick little legs and gnawing on the dense, wiry fur. This would teach it to never barge in on him and his mother!
And really, he didn't need to leave the confines of his earthly home to experience new things. Each day, there was something new, or better said something more, to notice as his senses swiftly developed, sometimes within a span of a few moments. The only time he had felt fear was when his eyes had suddenly opened, sending a shock of light and sight into his brain. Piety had been quick to comfort him, and more recently as his ears slowly started to unseal themselves from his dove white skull, so that she she spoke calming words he could actually make out pitch and tone rather than a steady vibration of muffled sound.
His baby blues were already fading into a deep gray, a clear indication that one day he would see the world through the same murky windows as his father did. The pristine, colorless coat passed down from his mother carried only one minor blemish, which was now a few barely-noticeable dark gray hairs right where his leathery nose ended, which would develop into a more prominent mark as he grew and his muzzle elongated. As he was now, his pudgy little body lay on its side, stubby legs stretched out and toes spread as his eyes beheld the den's roof. They passed slowly over the entire expanse, for each time he repeated the process, a new detail struck him as his sight developed rapidly with the continued use.
Suddenly, from his peripheral vision, something had moved within his home. Sven sat up, immediately enraptured. There was a long silence as he waited, eyes straining through the dark and eagerly awaiting the motion to repeat itself. His patience was rewarded as Piety's tail flicked once more, a very brief and quick movement but one that brought a small yip from Sven's tiny maw. He was unable to place this thing as being an extension of his mother, for the way her appendage was curled, he could only view the tip and the rest was lost to a space of darkness which separated what he was seeing from the rest of his mother's body. Again, and ever so briefly, it moved, and Sven scrambled to his paws.
Another yip hiccupped out of him, as the pup simultaneously confused and defensive. What was this thing that had intruded upon his home, moving toward his mother? Nothing but he and his mother's dark guardian had dared to come so close, to encroach upon their sanctuary. Whatever it was, he didn't like this situation one bit, and so Sven chose to take matters into his own paws.
Each move forward was nearly a hop, imitating the flickering movement of the trespasser. He kept himself quiet, despite the jumpscare each twitch gave him, until the last moment when he was close enough to pounce. A series of small yips flooded the air as he lunged for Piety's tail, trying his best to hold it down with thick little legs and gnawing on the dense, wiry fur. This would teach it to never barge in on him and his mother!
(This post was last modified: May 29, 2015, 07:05 PM by Sven.)
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