Arrow Lake she is a knight polishing her armor

forward dated for sunday, may 12th.

while the world outside of praimfaya's very small, dark and quiet world was a sunny, warm morning — even outside the den — there was no discernible change in her own; and wouldn't be for some time. she exists in a realm that almost touches what would soon become her reality without actually being too self aware. she feels engulfing warmth — though it is as foreign a feeling as everything else to the newborn — of blodreina's flank. occasionally, there will be a different touch — the brush of someone's muzzle over her tiny back. a set of vibrations as they speak both are different but wanheda forgets them as soon as they cease.

currently, she explores blodreina's flank absently, accidentally gumming clumps of fur in her search for the true prize; her sweet mother's milk. the gurgle of her stomach when she is hungry is an often companion to praimfaya and the one that, at least, she's grown the most acquainted with during her short time outside of the salty bitch's blodreina's womb. even then, it is less of awareness and the most basic of instincts survival that jolts her into the action of suckling — and praimfaya, absent of fellow greedy goblins siblings, has no competition for her unlimited food source ( which was good because she'd have crushed them all anyway ).