02-17-2017, 05:28 PM
Of course did they need her. She was their mother. She had given them life. And with that an automatic bond of love had been forged. Unconditional love. Like the bond between the twins. But it wasn’t their mother who cared for them. Instead it was the big white one, though she couldn’t say it was unpleasant. Instinctively she reaches for him, only to still as he names her. ’Kylin’. Her head tilts in his direction, hazel brown orbs blinking a few times, before her moving dam catches her attention. She doesn’t know the meaning behind it, not does the strange sound mean anything to her, but it feels off.
She doesn’t get a chance to ponder much longer over it, not that she would be able to, her short time in this world made it impossible for her to do so. Instead there was her brother, even though she didn’t yet knew what it exactly was. Her wombmate, the one who had been in there with her together, though left her early, was the one to distract her. She stumbles after him, copying the way how he nudged their mother’s side, a soft sound coming from her lips.
The big white moves, her dam stumbles into him an nips at his shoulder. Was that what she should’ve done too? But that’s another thing she does not ponder over, wobbly legs brining her forward as she leans against her brother’s equally lavender and white side. It is like a stable factor against her, supporting her and keeping her up, while she reaches underneath to nourish herself with her dam’s free udder. She’s unaware of the situation going on around her. Not the words her dam shares with the big white. Not the way they had brought into the world. She’s in the now, tasty substance making its way into her mouth and stomach as she gently sucks, though her legs still wobbly as she stood next to her taller brother.
She doesn’t get a chance to ponder much longer over it, not that she would be able to, her short time in this world made it impossible for her to do so. Instead there was her brother, even though she didn’t yet knew what it exactly was. Her wombmate, the one who had been in there with her together, though left her early, was the one to distract her. She stumbles after him, copying the way how he nudged their mother’s side, a soft sound coming from her lips.
The big white moves, her dam stumbles into him an nips at his shoulder. Was that what she should’ve done too? But that’s another thing she does not ponder over, wobbly legs brining her forward as she leans against her brother’s equally lavender and white side. It is like a stable factor against her, supporting her and keeping her up, while she reaches underneath to nourish herself with her dam’s free udder. She’s unaware of the situation going on around her. Not the words her dam shares with the big white. Not the way they had brought into the world. She’s in the now, tasty substance making its way into her mouth and stomach as she gently sucks, though her legs still wobbly as she stood next to her taller brother.
Kylin
being a twin is like being born with unconditional love