unknown soldier

It was kind of frustrating only being able to feel and smell, though his sense of smell was quite below par as all newborns’ were. He couldn’t see (though admittedly he wasn’t aware he was blind because he knew no different), and he couldn’t hear. All he could feel was vibrations and hope that the vibrations he made in mimicry were understood by …whatever the large warm things were. One of them was warm and gave him the sweet milk that filled his little tummy and that was as close as the emotionless, newborn creature could currently get to affection. The warmth vibrated at him, the vibrations soothing for some reason, ceasing whatever frustrated sound that had been about to burst from the Nameless’ lungs. The vibrations were gone a few moments later but then he was picked up by something. At least, the thing his body squirmed along on was gone and there was a kind of weightless sensation that he let out a loud cry about, undetermined if he liked it or not and then he was back on the ground, and pressed up against the warmth and food source. Squirming until he was comfortable and pacified; he was he began to suckle eagerly and more importantly hungrily intending to fill his belly with the sweet, warm liquid that slid down his tongue and throat.