Blackfeather Woods for who would bear the whips and scorns of time

life came quickly, fierce and merciless. 

she took breathe and was, for the first time, aware. in that very first moment, she was omnipotent, all-encompassing. her mind stretched back to the earliest days of dust and weightlessness and light, beyond that day when her world will be swallowed by fire and all things cease. exhale, and was life with identity and shape and purpose, and shrieked her anger allowed. and then the world came all at once; the rain, the cold, the pressure, the hunger, the warmth, the comfort, a thousand sensations that she could only react to. 

time passed, or perhaps none at all, and her maw found its way to a teat and the cold gave way to warmth. taste, comfort, pleasure, these thing added to the bombardment. but it was fading, slipping, and she was asleep, as close to life in the womb as she would ever get again.