Greatwater Lake buck moon

ogre's son comes writhing with a squeal and a demand right out of the gates of hell. he isn't the only one either, as soon two other bodies join his. 

drenched in hell's crimson, the golden ogre could care less of the little beasts he'll soon call sister and brother when his belly yearned to be filled. instincts lead him to the familiar yet dulled warmth of his mother. much like his siblings, he would never know how soon his flame was to be blown out once it was lit, and may never learn.

he latches onto a teat, finding that his sister had beaten him to the belly somehow. but he had bigger issues — like the stuff that still stuck to his fur. his gold pelt had already muddied under it, and soon it was caked in the den's dust. periodically, the boy would whip his pudgy body around, but nothing. for a while, he would sit like this, until finally his mother gave them a kiss that raked across their little backs, cleansing them of her filth and the filth of the world they were brought into.

what a miserable start to his life.