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The soft thrumming of his chest resounded in his head like a comforting lullaby, thumping through his veins and body in the warm darkness. Consciousness, a new thing to the small kwillian as he tried to move, the familiar home now confining as he attempted to stretch. Why was it so cramped? So uncomfortable… not quite right… His claws stretched out, scraping against the sides of his home as he pushed his body forward, trying so hard to stretch his body out.
… Crack …
The noise was loud and unfamiliar, his body jolting in slight fear as his claws dug deeper into the sides. The noises grew louder and more consistent, Dorian’s body beginning to squirm in a new fear. And the more he moved, the louder the noises got, the thrumming of his chest quieting as new noises went from muffled hums to sharper, louder sounds.
The shell of his egg gave way and the kwillian tumbled forward, outstretched body hitting cold air and floor. For the first time ever, Dorian felt complete terror, his body shaking violently as he attempted to back into what was left of his egg. This new world was so large… cold… wrong. It was wrong. He barely understood the meaning of it, but he knew…
And then a voice. It was sharp, but somehow, he felt it was familiar and slowly lifted his heavy head up to see her. Kind, familiar, and something about her he felt he knew as she crouched down, and extended a paw towards him with soft words. Slowly, he stepped closer, body rocking as he struggled to find his feet beneath him and balance. But he fought for it, getting close enough to gingerly reach out a clawed foot of his own.
Warm arms wrapped around him and his body was lifted, the weight of his own legs and head relieved as he felt that familiar warmth again, and another soft thrum. But this time it wasn’t his own, one much stronger and warm as he snuggled his body against it, eyes growing heavy until a new kind of sleep took over him, promising that maybe this new world wasn’t so wrong after all.

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56/70 Shards

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The soft thrumming of his chest resounded in his head like a comforting lullaby, thumping through his veins and body in the warm darkness. Consciousness, a new thing to the small kwillian as he tried to move, the familiar home now confining as he attempted to stretch. Why was it so cramped? So uncomfortable… not quite right… His claws stretched out, scraping against the sides of his home as he pushed his body forward, trying so hard to stretch his body out.
… Crack …
The noise was loud and unfamiliar, his body jolting in slight fear as his claws dug deeper into the sides. The noises grew louder and more consistent, Dorian’s body beginning to squirm in a new fear. And the more he moved, the louder the noises got, the thrumming of his chest quieting as new noises went from muffled hums to sharper, louder sounds.
The shell of his egg gave way and the kwillian tumbled forward, outstretched body hitting cold air and floor. For the first time ever, Dorian felt complete terror, his body shaking violently as he attempted to back into what was left of his egg. This new world was so large… cold… wrong. It was wrong. He barely understood the meaning of it, but he knew…
And then a voice. It was sharp, but somehow, he felt it was familiar and slowly lifted his heavy head up to see her. Kind, familiar, and something about her he felt he knew as she crouched down, and extended a paw towards him with soft words. Slowly, he stepped closer, body rocking as he struggled to find his feet beneath him and balance. But he fought for it, getting close enough to gingerly reach out a clawed foot of his own.
Warm arms wrapped around him and his body was lifted, the weight of his own legs and head relieved as he felt that familiar warmth again, and another soft thrum. But this time it wasn’t his own, one much stronger and warm as he snuggled his body against it, eyes growing heavy until a new kind of sleep took over him, promising that maybe this new world wasn’t so wrong after all.

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56/70 Shards