Ouroboros Spine the limbed and headed machine of pain

a man had taken residence within the family ulaq. silent and willowy as he may be, his existence here was as loud as can be. in came the stranger to his mother’s home and arms, out goes the children. out goes lómion, who had thus far spent his many nights by lótë’s hearth.
a moon had passed since then, and lómion did not feel any less strange sleeping just beyond the ulaq. he craved the security it brought him every night. he missed sleeping besides his mother. some nights he wished to return to her. he’d even stand just lengths away from the den. but he always remembered the man was there taking up whatever space there was.
But not tonight. Tonight the man wandered. His footfalls woke the boy from his slumber and he followed behind quietly.