Moonspear the guardian

✴        When the wannbe voidling couldn't find a teat to latch upon, he would writhe beside his unseen siblings and yowl with the fury of an unbridled (but tiny) storm. Revui had become accustomed to being awake - and maybe the same could be said for the wraith that was his mother because of his constant wanting - and nothing made him cease. Today, while his siblings raged beside him or slept or ate, the silvered boy dared to roll and kick his way free of them. His mouth opened and shut endlessly like a fish; to say he was cute was an understatement, but not one he would ever accept, and surely if he were old enough to hear and comprehend then such a comment would only illicit the snapping of his crocodile jaws. Through his wriggling and protest he managed to fall upon the ghostly toes of his progenitor, and latched upon them fiercely with that gummy mouth - at last! A feast! It would be mere moments before Revui learned that he could not draw milk from a toe, woe was he, and so began the caterwauling.