Swiftcurrent Creek Dragonborn

Just a little guy thread. He's very useless and unresponsive but siblings and mom are welcome! To wiggle around a bit. >w<

The darkness was everything. Even through mouthfuls of milk, even with an occasional prod from another puppy paw, the darkness was constant and it had filled the inkdrop boy with contentedness.

Nicodem shuffled in his slumber. The boy had dreams of the dark, though he would never recall them. In his sleeping mind was an endless ink ocean. The pup floated in it without disturbance. His dark figure was tucked close to Jakoul, though he drifted in the eternal black.

It seemed that nothing might stir him.

Nothing except, perhaps, his willful sister. Mae was on a mission today. Thus far she had found no purpose for the smaller versions of the being that she had come to associate with food. They were very similar, only writ small and entirely useless. As far as she could tell.

Curious and quite determined, Mae wriggled over to one of them and stretched her mouth wide. The pink of her maw descended in slow motion, the very picture of psychological horror, until it fell upon his face. And then she tried to gum him to death.

I love that you grabbed this. I am so blessed. <3

Soft in his slumber, Nicodem was the picture of newborn innocence. Their eyes would not open for a number of days, still. They had nothing more to fill their newfound time with except sleep and feasting on the milkwarmth of their mother. Even the occasional bumps from one sibling to the next were easily ignored, simply from a lack of understanding.

Those other moving figures were also alive. They also feasted to fill their starving bellies.

Mae’s gaping, pinkgum mouth did not come with a warning. In his endless sea of black, Nico drifted. The air became difficult to pull into his lungs. The feel of tightness around his face became clearer.

Nicodem reached out with a paw and shoved with all the raw force of a freshly unearthed worm.

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It took a moment, but Mae did realize that something was wrong. She released her grip slowly, reluctant to give up her prize but driven by some nameless instinct. Though she did not yet know it, she loved her brother; her shadow; the third piece of her soul. She loved them both, and in the coming days would understand this feeling before any others.

For now, though, this was just an inconvenience. One that prodded her in the face in short order. Whether she deserved it or not, Mae was outraged. She huffed a cough and rolled on her round belly, her own forelegs stretching out for a drive-by double-slap as she tried to roll herself right on past all this nonsense.

Hot air was puffed from his mouth. Nicodem had freed himself from her gaping maw.

Mae hadn’t finished with him, though. His face was batted by her movement, drawing a tight grunt from the back of his throat. The cough from her had fallen on deaf ears. They were, perhaps, a touch too young to learn a lesson about putting random objects in their mouths. When she had grown older, when she had opened her eyes to them, it would make sense to learn such things.

Nicodem tried to claw his way to the soft warmth of their mother’s belly. His paws churned without moving him. The inkdrop’s head bobbed, curious and searching. Mae had nearly been forgotten by her brother. When his foot managed to connect with a moving object, he was reminded.