Posts by DANTES

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify; height: 110px; overflow: auto][font=verdana][size=7pt]The light introduced upon their unveiling was ever unpleasant, an unstable shed of fear busting through his little form and breaking past his small jaws, a squeal ringing through the air all at once as Dantes' unsettled framework stirred to life. The darkness was cut off, and, though the newborn hyena's eyes remained sealed and locked from seeing the torturous outside, there was the foam of white seeping into his closed eyelids that he begged to be acknowledged of. It was so close, so very close, but why couldn't he touch it? Feel it? What was it, even?

Moving forward in a desperate squirm, Dantes felt a side of the basket stub his snout, causing him to stumble backward and clatter against another firm wall of the basket. Letting out a whine of disapproval, he turned with a struggle, searching for whatever warmth he could and eventually finding that of Bluejay/Bluepup. Snuggling against her side, the little boy fell limp, giving short breaths at a time. He was cold, he was tired from all this hard-work of moving, his eyes were cloaked and his ears were muffled by birth. Only the strange bustle of the outside world was what he had knowledge of, and yet so little he even knew of anything at all. Yet, anyhow.

Dantes knew he was hungry, by instinct, but he'd long ago been crying out his pleads and ignored, thus was silent and visibly inhaling and exhaling breaths. This was all he could do, for now. All he could do but listen to the distance sounds and wait.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify; height: 110px; overflow: auto][font=verdana][size=7pt]At the nudge by the bear, he piped up with an irritated yip, tiny metaphorical brows pulling together. The smell was ever so unpleasant, if Dantes' opinion was worthy, and he squirmed for a moment in an attempt to get Freddy and everyone else nearby away-- aside from his sister, who had a more pleasant touch. Eventually though, he dropped his little head in exhaustion, and a grumbling sort of noise would arise at the more intent of listens from his little form as he drooped away to a light slumber. His dry throat and empty stomach would need to be addressed soon, as he felt a little weak and sleep wouldn't be ideal before eating in a batch of newborns.

But, then again, he felt as though fine and would like nothing more than their chattering to peak to an end so that he could at least dream, or feel the warm darkness as he had before being delivered to the cruel and cold world. But alas; Dantes lay with involuntarily closed eyes but an active mind. Fine by him, though. As long as they didn't go touching him again as an unfamiliar one had.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify; height: 110px; overflow: auto][font=verdana][size=7pt]They faded from view, one by one, tiny forms scattering with relief and anxiousness, and he moved forward the watch, head cocking to one side. "Look at all the spiders," Dantes whispered, standing nearest to their route, tail swaying behind him. The hyena cub let out a breath of a laugh. Equipped with so many legs, their webs and their poison, their agile bodies; but they could so simply be stepped on and therefore destroyed. Aw, what a shame, mmh? Should've worked harder, Leonardo. Should've worked harder. Made them bigger, more intimidating, at least. The pup would've.

Dantes watched them swarm and flee, dropping into a seat and flopping lazily to his side. Oh well, then. He wasn't sure he would've done the same, to be honest, but he supposed it alright that the guy was trying to find his sanity again. His reality. Pssh, Dantes would never search for such a thing in his life, an almost amused grin ghosting his maw.