Still a sticky mess, Kirin lay asleep amidst the tall grasses. Nesting in them quite like a bird, shielding himself from the cool air with a feathered purple wing. He snoozed rather soundly, having sweet dreams until he was stepped on. Or rather kind of kicked, he wiggled at the abrupt contact trying his best to remain frozen. He hadn't really seen mother, even after he had emerged on the outside. The place that was not warm and cozy, but was harsh and hard and cold. She hadn't cleaned him up very well, mainly she focused around the nose and mouth. Some slimy substance had dried to his hair now, she had told him to wait here after all, and so he did. Wait here for father.
The hoof had awoken him, rather sternly, a most unpleasant way to wake. Kirin gently babbled, "Mother? Father?" A long pause in response, the babes eyes crusted shut. "I waited right here like you said, but I'm cold and hungry. May I have something to eat now?" He asked softly,hoping it was indeed mother. He lifted his little head from underneath a folded wing, he hoped she would not leave him again.
Khaos x Urgle 'Killgore'|html by Call