Lets start a riot IP: 166.137.102.62 Posted on February 11, 2019 at 06:45:33 PM by Valencia
The world was dark, and warm and full of movement and comfort. Valencia was not yet self aware, she was protected and safe, and very, very still. At one point, sometime, there had been pressure all around her, the presence of others, that she did not know. She didn not even know there were others, just that she no longer felt that pressure, but a different kind, and that the world was changing. She was moving, squeezing, sliding. Valencia still did not move, she let the throbbing pressure urge her along, following the flow, she was small, she would not stay that way, but for now, the girl was petite compared to her brothers.
The world shifted, suddenly, another burst of pressure, and cold. Air blasted the girl, her merle body writhed in protest, shrieks of... terror? discomfort? Valencia did not know she just cried. Something familiar, that smelled like home, pulled her in, it was not gentle. Teeth, and a cold nose and a warm tongue, rough, but necessary, she cried louder, confused, until finally, she found her way to her brothers, she wiggled between them, nuzzling close to her mother, and went to sleep. Replies: There have been no replies.
