Ankyra Sound Don't want to let you down, but I am Hell-bound.

Fear. It was the first thing he felt upon his entry to the world, and comfort never came. So while his mother cowered in the corner, staring at her frightened offspring with wild eyes, the palest of her brood reacted the only way he knew how: he cried out.

He joined the chorus of his brothers and sisters, tiny body trembling with the cold as he shuffled around in search of a place to feel secure. On either side of his, his siblings did likewise. They huddled together close, some suckling on another's downy furs, others simply mewling in their desperation.

He was not aware of the carnage that soon followed, though the tang in the air concerned him. The ivory babe fell silent and only when he felt his mother's teeth pierce the loose hide of his back did he scream. He was lifted then, the ground disappearing beneath him, and the violent shake of her head sent him soaring through the air to land with a thud - luckily atop a pair of brothers who'd already met their fate.

He stilled, stunned by the sudden change of events that relocated him from live litter-mates to among those that were dead. The boy was not to know how much time passed but eventually, with his throat hoarse from all his prior wailing, he piped up with a small voice that quietly begged for support.