Darkness. It is all they have known within their know cramped space. Already do they try and dominate one another for the space within through harsh kicks, each wanting that own comfort that had once had but no longer finding it in the warmth within. The tussle that seems to have erupted within seems to have provoked the world that lived in to pulse and pull something it had never done before. Yet even despite the change it does nothing to deter the dominance within, until one is no longer there. Gone. The absence of his brother is only given attention due to the space that was left in his wake, leaving him and his sister the much needed room. It is a victory nonetheless no matter how it was obtained and he cannot help but feel a thrill. That is until the warmth surrounding him pulls and throbs, the foreign feeling is aggravating. The way it tugs at his body and for a moment his thrashes within at the contact. Yet it seems no matter how hard he raged it was all futile in the end, for no longer did he have warmth and darkness. Cold, so cold.
The lapping of a warm tongue seems to ease the shock that has taken over his body and for a moment he just absorbs it. Until something grabs him and a tiny snarl erupts from the contact. Thrashing as if to escape and avenge himself yet knowing he is left immobile by the touch. And then he is down, nestled in the fur of another as he growls out his frustration of everything. Instinctively he nudges his nose, looking for that dark warmth so he could return to it but there is something else he finds and it is so much sweeter.
As he moves to latch on and feed another the brother that had been missing pushes him aside, not to be undermined a shove is given back as he greedily suckles. That is until a landing blow of a paw on his face causes a warning snarl is escape. The rolling sounds of a puppy's growl like a lingering purr of aggression. But alas in his mad attempt to extract revenge he finds another teat, one free of the brother he had once been ridden of only to find again. As he feeds there is a feeling of something missing, as milk trickles from the sides of his cheeks until he is so full he cannot move. The warmth at his side is gone and instinctively he moves, wanting that again. For it was his, as he wobbles on new legs, seeking.
He finds them, those he had shared the womb with. Their scents engraved in his memory. As he moves to push his way within them. They are the last tie to the darkness and warmth he had, a double reminder of the life they had shared within the womb. Though there is no lingering sense of tie or bond, if anything he craved them for that only reminder; darkness. A small yawn taking his milk covered jaws as he growls sleepily at the protest his siblings give at his intrusion, snapping jaws warning one another til all is silent and once again does he find the darkness between closed eyes with the warmth surrounding him. Later, much later, he would give a care at this new world but for right now he would do as he pleased.
BALOR
they don't give a fuck about you, like i do