Noctisardor Bypass thread the needle

something jostles ezra awake. perhaps it was a slap from a restless paw from gideon or one of druid's brood, or a jerk of ezra's own body. it was impossible to tell as he transitioned from that strange murky slumber to whatever description of awake one could apply to a newborn. only a dew days old and he was still blind and deaf and helpless.

awake, for him, was only different from the dreaming world because it is when he felt the pangs of hunger or the moments just before he relieved himself. it is when he becomes a little more aware in the dulled way that he could be aware.

it was simple, this existence, and easily he falls into an unintended routine.

awake, he reactively seeks to nurse, suckling contentedly.

When the desire to fill her aching belly roused the smallest of Druid's brood, she rooted around with her nose against the other cubs in search of a reliable milk source.

Kikimora did not find one immediately which was, of course, the end of the world. With her strength slowly gaining with each day that passed, the girl parted her jaws to cry out her frustration meant to alert @Druid or @Heda.

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ezra suckles for a bit but discontent steals itself into his little chest and he pushes away. his movements are limited, because of his newborn state, because it is awfully crowded. there is a body everywhere he squirms and none of them feel like @Gideon. somehow, he'd gotten wedged between two of the older nursing pups and he rolls his large head, frustration bubbling within him again.

though unable to really cognitively perceive such things, there is a feeling washing over him: a sense of wrongness that makes it easy to see the split between holy revenant and vessel. sharing with so many demands sacrifices and ezra, small and helpless in his newborn stage is easily cowed by the older ones.

he lets out a cry that falls upon his folded, deaf ears to anyone who would hear him, stating his displeasure. that there is a hunger lingering in his belly, unaware that he shares in this displeasure with one of the ones that did not belong. that was not his wombmate.

can be a cameo!

eyelids fluttering, heda fought herself to a state of semi-consciousness. ezra was displeased and her niece hungry.
instinct directed her; she put ezra on the highest nipple, detaching whoever was there, and tucked the small girl next to him. her son was newer and the baby daughter was not much larger than the boy himself.
curling herself more tightly around the pups currently nursing, the red-nape began to slip back into a dozy state.

Kikimora, with her senses still dulled, did not understand the muffled wailing of her den-mate. She felt anxious at his cries, unsure if there was a danger within the hollow that might come for her next. She scooted around, seeing the comfort of her kin, when her tiny body was plucked from among the other pups to be nestled close to a sweet-scented milk source.

Panic immediately forgotten, she paddled and nursed, tail wiggling happily at the taste of milk.

deaf to his own banshee screeches, ezra's screeches soften to soft whimpers the moment he feels heda reposition him. the whimpers ceases when he latches onto the nipple he's given. unbothered, he kneads at her belly like a cat, suckling greedily until, belly filled with warm, sweet mothers milk he is lulled back to a milkdrunken slumber.