favorite stuffed bear ● litter introduction [o]

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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] warmth was the first thing he recognized and a feeling of safety yet urged on by an instinctual need to move and free himself of the safety cocooning himself. he rocked slightly, paws flailing in the fluids inside of the egg, making soft squeaks as his soft paws battered against the hard eggshell confining him in the warm place that he was. struggling a bit, he pattered his paws harder and harder, a sense of panic gripping his chest, he began to move his head to the shell and crack on the shell, using the sharp part on his mouth to hit the shell, listening as it began to make a creaking sound.

he wanted out! wherever this was, as nice and warm as it was, it was too close, too scary and he was aware of the feeling of hunger. finally, the close warmth fell away and he fely something chilly envelop him, causing him to squeak and flail, pain flashing through the cub as his egg-tooth broke and the taste of thick iron filled his mouth, his squeaks turning into pain filled wails and whimpers, unaware of the panick that it caused others, just aware that it hurt so bad.

in his flailing the youth crunched through his eggshell, a chip flying off and cutting his upper lip, his broken egg-tooth having injured his bottom lip. the youth cried out, his paws pattering against the sand,
scenting milk and the mingling scents of all the big bodies around him.

he was hatched in the body of a serval with baby blue scales dispersed throughout his fur. added to his pelt's dark chocolate markings were a few dark chocolate rosettes, inherited from bai shi. his fur held a redder tint, marked as a strawberry coloration, two sets of bone-colored stubby horns emerging from his head fluff, sensitive big bat-like ears flopped down, the iconic white spot a gray smudge. his upper teeth hung past his lower lip, scales lining the area around his mouth and his lower lip, scattered around his eyes and horns with a few just by the top of his nose. were his eyes open, one would notice the stunning teal color, his pink tongue sticking from his jaws as he mewled piteously in fading pain, a bright red cut running down the front of his muzzle and down his chin.

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