02-15-2017, 04:17 PM
Though only exposed to it for a short time, the toxins had also made their way into her body. It hadn’t lasted long, the time from when it had gotten in her system and their birth, but through Wallace, it affected the unborn children too. That she had been connected to her dam for a little longer, only meant she had gotten a little bit more into her system. Not too much, but within her little body, it sure did have some affect.
The process of birthing normally wasn’t the most pleasurable one, though most of the time soon forgotten by the newborn child. In her case it might have been easier, with her brother opening the way for her, and that she was quite a bit smaller in size than he was. But there was this haze too. Honestly, there was nothing she could compare it too and thus the lavender and white girl experienced it like it was the normal way of things.
Cold air is breathed into her lungs and at that time she gets aware of the cold all around her. Without really aware of what she’s doing, her head is lifted off the ground the moment Wallace pulls away from her. She tries to move after her mother, only to flop back against the other wet but warm form on the ground, as she instinctively had crawled towards him. She reaches out again, her muzzle bumping into her brother’s side before she manages to reach out to the grullo form of her mother.
The touch of another startles her, or it is the warmth first. It reminds her of the haze that had shot through her at first, when she had first entered the word, but it doesn’t last as long. Instinctively she tries to move closer to it, sitting up and moving her forelegs a bit wobbly, but soon after it’s gone again. She looks into the world, not yet able to understand things, nor old enough to get curious. Just observing, taking it in, or perhaps not even that.
Something, she doesn’t know exactly what, drives her to her feet. Better said, there is an urge. The attempts to get up thus far had failed, leaving her to stumble back on the ground time after time, sometimes just falling on the ground, sometimes bumping into another form. Though it was too soon to register who or what it exactly was. Eventually she stands, thin and wobbly legs trembling and struggling to keep her weight up. She doesn’t know who of them had been quicker, but they stood.
The process of birthing normally wasn’t the most pleasurable one, though most of the time soon forgotten by the newborn child. In her case it might have been easier, with her brother opening the way for her, and that she was quite a bit smaller in size than he was. But there was this haze too. Honestly, there was nothing she could compare it too and thus the lavender and white girl experienced it like it was the normal way of things.
Cold air is breathed into her lungs and at that time she gets aware of the cold all around her. Without really aware of what she’s doing, her head is lifted off the ground the moment Wallace pulls away from her. She tries to move after her mother, only to flop back against the other wet but warm form on the ground, as she instinctively had crawled towards him. She reaches out again, her muzzle bumping into her brother’s side before she manages to reach out to the grullo form of her mother.
The touch of another startles her, or it is the warmth first. It reminds her of the haze that had shot through her at first, when she had first entered the word, but it doesn’t last as long. Instinctively she tries to move closer to it, sitting up and moving her forelegs a bit wobbly, but soon after it’s gone again. She looks into the world, not yet able to understand things, nor old enough to get curious. Just observing, taking it in, or perhaps not even that.
Something, she doesn’t know exactly what, drives her to her feet. Better said, there is an urge. The attempts to get up thus far had failed, leaving her to stumble back on the ground time after time, sometimes just falling on the ground, sometimes bumping into another form. Though it was too soon to register who or what it exactly was. Eventually she stands, thin and wobbly legs trembling and struggling to keep her weight up. She doesn’t know who of them had been quicker, but they stood.
Kylin
being a twin is like being born with unconditional love