05-02-2021, 02:05 PM
EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—
the rumbling was loud and it grew steady and heavy. unspoken screams tearing at the cub's mind. he wanted out of here he wanted out! white, crying sounds. new smells, bright harsh light assaulted his every being, something felt wrong, out of the ordinary. this wasn't supposed to happen like a normal childbirth. where was the warmth? this was not warmth, this was heat. damaging heat that made broken lungs force a shout, a cry for help. rough breath pelted his face and an unfamiliar smell entered nostrils fighting to work for air. through blurred vision, thin eyelids revealing the panting form of his mother. he looked down, a tiny thing looking at its own feet. curled up in shuddering breaths. cold, so cold. he needed warmth. he needed his blood to circulate but he could not move a muscle. somebody help him? somebody help!
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
the rumbling was loud and it grew steady and heavy. unspoken screams tearing at the cub's mind. he wanted out of here he wanted out! white, crying sounds. new smells, bright harsh light assaulted his every being, something felt wrong, out of the ordinary. this wasn't supposed to happen like a normal childbirth. where was the warmth? this was not warmth, this was heat. damaging heat that made broken lungs force a shout, a cry for help. rough breath pelted his face and an unfamiliar smell entered nostrils fighting to work for air. through blurred vision, thin eyelids revealing the panting form of his mother. he looked down, a tiny thing looking at its own feet. curled up in shuddering breaths. cold, so cold. he needed warmth. he needed his blood to circulate but he could not move a muscle. somebody help him? somebody help!
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
lucinder x — tanglewood — 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH