Nova Peak dearly

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ᛉ — for so long, things had been silent. trapped in a cocoon of his own comfort; oblivious to what waged in the world beyond the safety of a mother's womb.
each emotion experienced by the dame had played a role in weaving that of the boy that incubated within her. he; indebted with the ferocity of a northman sire, and the many bleeding emotions of a mother just as fierce in her own ways.
there came first loyalty; the stone upon which he was first created.
then came ambition. it roared like a great hearthfire, uncontrolled and liable to consume what all got in his way.
then love. he had felt it from the beginning, but only now came to understand it, in the smallest capacity that his brain could muster yet.
nowkē of winsook had been loved and would be loved. and now, he flew out on gilded wings. sweeping high, knowing the ecstasy of a first breath. extracted by the jaws of he who had planted the seed that sprouted into him, and placed at the bloodied underbelly of his mother.
his first cry was that of a falcon's wailing song.