The young child was so sweet and innocent as he curled against his mother’s stomach. He faded in and out of sleep as his ocean blue puppy eyes opened for one of the first times. Everything appeared blurry around him as Wren kept his mind clear of anything he deemed unimportant. Carefully the small child would try and raise himself up on wobbly legs, his mind trying to wrap around the concept that the world was not pure black like he had imagined since his birth. He would let out a small yelp as he fell flat, his legs flattening out and splaying off to the sides of him. It hurt to stand! His nose would wrinkle as he looked at the blurry form that he identified as his sister and the huge blurry form that was his mother.
He let out a whine, sniffing around for the scents he was so familiar with. He knew the mother scent that was there and the sister scent, but where was the third scent that he always smelled. Where were the voices that he constantly heard babbling in the background when he was suckling for his dear life? This is what truly confused him. Slowly his front legs would move out in front of him as he tried to drag himself back to the warmth that he had called home for the entirety of his life. The world was huge but not as huge as he thought it might have been. He would end up dragging himself only a matter of inches but it was close enough that he would accidently bump into his sister.
“Mahthar!” The young boy would whine as he looked at the blurry figure, using his paw to attempt a weak push at her stomach. “Swiser!” He would call out as he looked at his littermate with almost eager eyes. This was a new life, and he was ready to take it by the horns.
Swift as a Deer. Quiet as a Shadow.
Wren Destine-CaravelloFear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.