A warmth I had felt for as long as I could remember, as long as a thought could form, was all I knew. The constant thrum of a heartbeat and the muffled sounds of things I could not comprehend. Things that I didn't know existed. Simple thoughts that were peaceful and this warmth that I knew. Safe. However, this warmth became closed after time. These things attached to me no longer could move. No matter how hard I tried to create room. The walls clamped around my tiny form and soon, well, soon they would lead me out. They shuddered and cringed. Sounds that once we're calm and steadied now thundered, frightened my own thrum. What was happening? Why was this peaceful place suddenly a horror?
Why am I being forced out? Can't I stay? With nothing other than those thundering sounds a new sensation was felt. With a sudden shock something I'd never felt came into existence. Cold. It is freezing and I don't like it! All strength and might summoned, the things attached to me began to flail. They had room! Once again free range was mine, but another new thing came to place. Something other than a pink glow and the scent of someone familiar came at once. A clouded dark figure that smelt comforting was close. I want it. I want to touch it. With a clumsy bump our noses hit each other and a squeal was made as this new thing enthralled me. What was this thing? However, the cold moved in again and this time something pressed against my side. Flailing again I didn't like what the force was doing. I was comfy!
Then the warmth moved away. Overall, the comfort left and the black figure stared. No! Come back! But it didn't and a pain was felt within my gut. The black figure smelt sweet and felt warm, I want it back! With a sudden urge to go after it i tried to do what it was doing, but failed. And failed. And failed. Giving out sounds of frustration I gave it another try, to find success. Now if only these things would work! In the end I fell. Still, I wanted that warmth again and I'd have it! With another push clumsy and wobbled steps were made. Only to collapse once again. All the black thing did was watch and give out a familiar noise. Sights still set on this black mystery thing I stood up once more and wobbled my way over to her. Following the sweet smell till my nose glided along its side. It's scent becoming even stronger than before and then the sweetness did too. With hunger gripping at my stomach I latched onto the black thing and a warm sensation slid down my throat. The pain of hunger began to fade and then the black thing spoke. It's voice soft and comforting as I heard it speak. Fleyri. What's a Fleyri?
LydenxAzazel:Filly:Of the Forest
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