Horizon Ridge A son's howl tears the sky asunder [birthing]

omg yay we're born! ugh i'm so baby rusty. xD Also, I will let you reply with Gunnar before I throw Ragnar in here. :p

The world was dark but warm and while had the distinct feelings of being extremely claustrophobic if the little indefinable blob had any idea what the word meant. As it was he kept trying to stretch and kept kicking something though if it was Thistle or one of the other little blobs in her womb there was no way for the shadowed blob to know. He knew the vibrations of his mother’s voice well and tried to respond back though his responses were limited, ten times more limited stuck in her womb. There was another vibration he felt too, sometimes. Richer and deeper than the vibrations of his mother’s. Again, to no avail the swimming blob tried to respond to let them know he was in there, stuck with what felt like many other blobs — just in case they didn’t know he was alive in there.

It had started out as just an ordinary timeless existence. It would not end as an ordinary ‘day’ though such concepts; as much as well everything was largely unknown to the blob. His universe began to shake and shattered as he became even more claustrophobic. In a matter of what was probably a minute at most (which seemed like forever) he had ceased to be a meaningless blob. He became a baby. The sac that had been with him since his conception broke and the warmth was gone and it’s place was a wrongness and cold that made the newborn’s body quake with shivers until something smoothed over his body. It was warm and ceased the cry that had been about to spill from his lips.

And then something was nudging him towards something soft beneath his little squirming body and headfirst into something soft and very warm. For a second the unnamed boy cuddled against it until his stomach rumbled and on the most basic of instinct, his sense of smell still weak able to smell the luring scent of Thistle’s milk and he squirmed to the side and claiming what was the best teat (the joys of being born first) began to suckle, the warm milk sliding down his throat and into his belly. He was interrupted twice twice and gradually the heat of two other blobs was felt around him but for the moment he ignored them other than to butt his head against them to keep them away from his feeding spot before he resumed suckling, contended.