02-15-2017, 10:45 PM
He stayed on the ground a few moments, breathing, trying to gain his bearings of this new world. It was still dark, but not near as warm and quiet. Everything had been delightfully muffled, and now was so clear and distinct. Especially when there was a warmth put to his face, a tongue tenderly cleaning and breaths so sharp and clear. But soothing. That sound was nice, the breathing; the feeling too. But it was so very brief.
He instinctively reached for it as it went away, leaving more cold in its absence. Bright eyes took it in, this warm thing, as he tried to climb to his wobbly feet to follow it with a teeny nose. Then another warmth stumbled into him and knocked him back down. His head turned to take in this new one, so successfully distracted from his first target. Oh, more sizable to himself, this one. Small too. His little nose nudged at it as it tried again to stand, attempting to assist maybe, to steady her. She stumbled away again and he revisited his own attempts at standing.
His eyes met the big one again, the toucher, and with precarious steps he tried to near him. But, oh! Something tugged him this other direction, to the warm and brown that made his little heart dance. Yes, that was where he was supposed to go! Sticky, little wings came out to try and help balance him as he got excited and tried moving faster, falling with a grin this time. He stayed where he was though, because it was near enough to feel his mother.
Kharon, she declared at him, and he gummed happily at her flank, before peering around curiously for his sister. Ah, there she was, standing and near enough to touch. So he did; reached out and gummed at her too. The other though, big and white... he was not so very far, truly, but the distance suddenly felt further when he considered his stumbles so far. So he shoved his nose at mother instead, trying to coax her to stand too, and stared at the man with such deep intelligence.
He instinctively reached for it as it went away, leaving more cold in its absence. Bright eyes took it in, this warm thing, as he tried to climb to his wobbly feet to follow it with a teeny nose. Then another warmth stumbled into him and knocked him back down. His head turned to take in this new one, so successfully distracted from his first target. Oh, more sizable to himself, this one. Small too. His little nose nudged at it as it tried again to stand, attempting to assist maybe, to steady her. She stumbled away again and he revisited his own attempts at standing.
His eyes met the big one again, the toucher, and with precarious steps he tried to near him. But, oh! Something tugged him this other direction, to the warm and brown that made his little heart dance. Yes, that was where he was supposed to go! Sticky, little wings came out to try and help balance him as he got excited and tried moving faster, falling with a grin this time. He stayed where he was though, because it was near enough to feel his mother.
Kharon, she declared at him, and he gummed happily at her flank, before peering around curiously for his sister. Ah, there she was, standing and near enough to touch. So he did; reached out and gummed at her too. The other though, big and white... he was not so very far, truly, but the distance suddenly felt further when he considered his stumbles so far. So he shoved his nose at mother instead, trying to coax her to stand too, and stared at the man with such deep intelligence.
Kharon
i'm just an angel thats fallen from grace