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Such soft voices, then quiet, but wriggling beside him. Speaking he wanted some speaking at him too, were they speaking about him, making noises because of him? Mewling in somewhat frustration the pure black cub of the black rage goddess' litter pushed out against his mother's side with tiny flailing paws wanting attention, wanting to be known and spoken to, soft voices, low calm soothing voices in his tiny ears. He wanted to know to be known, to hear the voice of his mother at his side again.

Stop it, stop it! A ball of mass next to him was pushing against his mother, which made him grin on the inside, that was just fine, but the legs were kicking him as well, even if by accident, stop, cease, desist, no more! Batting at the mass himself, he urged his sister to join him in the assault of the mass beside him. Show it who was boss, who was the hierarchy, stop now or pay the consequences.

She sighed, she was content but now two of the masses, one of which was her twin, were batting at eachother, fighting, why fighting now? So young and unable to do much of anything, only annoy and torment with little actions that were pointless actions, wasting energy and breath. Pulling at her twin's side with her tiny teeth she urged him to stop, she was tired, wanted rest.

A soft voice of another presence ehre, his mother seemed to be fond of the new voice, but this pull he could not deny. Slowly the pure black god tried to wriggled himself free and start out towards the pull of the goddess not far from his moher, not far at all but he was small, tired, so it seemed like years away this pull. One day, one day when his eyes could view who had this pull that compelled him so, he would stay there, and let the pull keep him near, and warm.

Warmth, and he felt completel, complete and something was before his eyes, some type of vision without seeing and something familia here was familiar in his dream, this vision, this image before him what was it? What did it mean? would he remember these things to come to try and have his mother, the warmth around him let him know what they truly mean?

The voice, the voice again spoke so calm and softly! Squeaking with approval adn happiness he settled himself at his mother's side, content in hearing the voice once more before some strange feeling gripped his tiny frame. Also happy that a mass stopped batting at hi with the help of his mother's giant paw, he nestled against her side, paws almost gripping to her to make sure she would not go away. Such love and devotion already in his heart for his mother, his family, this was going to be fun it seemed.

Intervening again?! Mewling with disapproval he batted at the thing that had removed him from his target so quickly. Though quickly he calmed down when he was settled with his sister again, and saw that she wished to rest now. Alright, alright, rest now, he would do so for his sister's sake, yes he would. Curling against his sister he placed a tiny paw on one of hers, such a bond between them, this bond would never be able to be broken.

Yes, stop the nonsense for now it was pointless, such tiny frames they were and already spitfires were starting to flicker, but yes, now, stay here, brother and sister, two sides of the same coin, same soul bonded together with a curse they would someday be able to have known to them. For now, yes, here with a paw in his, she was satisfied, and sleepy.

But the pull, the pull was there, why didn't his mother feel it, see it? Her voice though, calm, and somehow he understood, and stopped his adventure of trying to get to the one not so far away. In time, in time he would be able to see and feel the pull even better, yes, in time. For now though, this time, sleep was at his side, in his body, curling his wings around himself he smiled contently, feeling the life at his side. This was life, adn it could only get better.

Better, moreso if he could figure out these hidden things that tiched at the corner of his conscious, semi-awake mind. So tired now, sleep was guiding him adn his thoughts, sleep was making him wish he could dream more, and as he felt safe, he only hoped that whatever these things were, that he could see, would become clear soon.

Restlessness. Wild, electric, raw, power, she couldn't stop, couldn't hold still. Morsa in her first few moments back on earth was completely overwhelmed by it. Everywhere she could feel new life, her brothers and sisters close by, sounds, smell, noise. She couldn't stop wriggling, squeaking and shifting closer to her mother, tiny wings beating as she moved, reaching out tiny paws to touch the safe fur.

She was a fidget, that was clear from the outset, constantly shifting, even as tired as she was, batting at her nearest sibling feebly as she suckled.

Restlessness.

She wanted to run, wanted to fly, wanted to soar on wings of excitement. There was so much to do, so much to grow into. And even as she slid from waking, into a dim sleep, she was still fidgeting.

Definately a sleepwalker.