Voices in my head

Cicero · (This post was last modified: January 21, 2015, 11:56 AM by Cicero.)

note to self: post made by previous player

Cicero speaks!

By now, the patchwork child had most definitely
forgotten about the small, lifeless bodies that left the
womb with him and his surviving siblings. The memory
of a newborn puppy is a weak thing, and far more of his energy was spent on growing, exploring (in an awkward, wriggly way) and getting used to his newly mobile body.

Already, the mood swings that would rule the erratic child's life were present, and his attitude towards the other small creatures with whom he shared this dark space depended very much upon how he felt in a particular moment. Currently, he was feeling rather affectionate, and with the large mother figure currently unresponsive (asleep?), he turned his attentions to the smaller of his two companions.

Letting out a peculiar trill of a sound, the boy crawled over the where he had last heard the female's squeaks. Muzzle stretched out, he continued to shuffle forwards, waiting for his snout to make nudging contact with her fuzzy side.