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They wriggle and writhe, their little bodies deciding that it is time to go, time to exit their little cocoon. The first to escape is the smallest and darkest. Black with smears of white down either side of her neck. She is relieved when she hits the air, it is a swift return to heat as great pillars seem to pinch around her and move her nearer to the radiating relief of “Mother”.
Then it is the largest, curled so tightly into a ball that one had to wonder if she was the biggest at all. She is white, flecked in brown, colored like the feather of a hawks breast. She has been crunched and it takes some time for her to unravel, but her mother is not given time to dote on her as the third girl makes a break for freedom.
The third girl is the most fantastically colored, though perhaps the second was the most beautiful. She is black and tan and lined in white with mottling to her back that was not unlike brindling white in tan. She is the most lively, the most unsettled, of the girls.
They wriggle and squirm, “Fen, come help me,” they can hear. They near to the sound with eagerness. “Oh, my beautiful Natu, they are so wonderful. What shall we name them, I wonder? Three lovely daughters as brilliant and strong as their mother!” They are not as eager for his voice, but they do not squirm so much either as he comes and consoles their mother, adding to her heat with his. This is “Father”, they think, the voice through the great shell wall they had just left.
the moirai sisters; born of fenrir x natu
females | newborns | 30, 35, 32 inches | 125, 150, 123 pounds | glorall
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