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her body is my coffin - The Wispmother - January 09, 2017
The tension brewing was something the ever-silent Kotake was unaware of. She hardly put up a fuss unless there was something she required, and otherwise she was quiet. When her siblings attempted to crawl over her, she shifted mutely until they could do no such thing—but she did not retaliate in turn. Whether or not these things were processed by Kotake none could know; she seemed to simply exist, to survive.
Within, she quietly thrived. Her focus was to feed, as she could do nothing else. When there seemed to be a struggle over a teat, Kotake found her own while the others did what they would. Day by day, Kotake grew stronger. At present she slept, snoring quietly.
RE: her body is my coffin - Ganondorf - January 11, 2017
He was a silent child as his body melted into the shadow that shrouded him. Consumed by the warmth of his mother and the darkness that protected him, Ganondorf slept soundly beside his siblings. They were troublesome beings he thought, especially when it came to food. Despite all his efforts they would always overwhelm him and force him to wait until they had their fill. Even at his young age he felt frustration and would let out cries for his mother when his elder siblings denied him what he wanted.
But the spiderling had grown, he had learned to feast when his litter mates slept and while he could not over power them he could outsmart them. So when the den settled and he felt little movement, Ganon shuffled towards a teat and hoped that he'd be able to get a decent meal in before the beasts decided to wake.