CIVILIZE THE MIND BUT MAKE SAVAGE THE BODY / Brynhild Arcanium / She/her / Sunclan
Wellness and a safe, smooth delivery was all a mother could ever desire for their expected children once they made it to labour. For so long all that was ever known was the soft, warm security of the swollen womb cradling tiny life within. For so long the organ was shared along with many other developing fetuses, all growing at their own individual rates, all built from the same mother and father but all unique with their own genetic information and traits. For so long the crowded world of the embryo was all that was ever real, there was no vision, no sound, only physical sensation and when surrounded by fluid even that was limited. All that could be felt was the gentle rocking of a mother’s stride strife and the pressure of surrounding children all pushing in as they grew until the pressure turned extreme and the walls of the womb contracted with great force.
Labour had begun and all a mother could ever desire was a smooth birth of her beloved little ones, however, reality was fighting against the dream and unfortunately enough, not all cubs were introduced to the world in greatest of ways.
Like all the other children which the Goldenblood carried, the unnamed kit was conceived at the same moment and grew along with the rest in a healthy manner until growth turned invasive and in the final months the young fetal felinoid had become relatively large for its stage in development. When the walls of the uterus contracted and squeezed little bodies into the atmosphere, more surface pressure had been applied to the large kitten as she was roughly pushed out, wings making it all the more agonizingly difficult to be delivered. Unfortunately it was agonizing on both parts.
When a smooth, moistened head was revealed to the world the first thing that would escape from the young female as she was birthed was a ear-piercing cry of a meow and as the little body slid into the fur covered flooring of the pyramid of Solis. Warmth was taken from her grasp and all sense of security had has ceased to feel like reality, the first feeling to ever be felt for the cub was excruciating pain. A gigantic body came with its many downsides and the birth canal was only fit to accommodate certain shapes and sizes and due to semi-outstretched wings and a generally large frame, the child had been crushed through delivery.
It mewled and cried, body shaking as the coolness of the air got to It's fur to rip the heat remaining from whatever fluid left on its coat. Her poor face was scrunched up and wrinkled with the pain that rippled through her little body. Her chest ached incredibly so, but the most torturous sensation was what had happened to her wings.
The pair of dark chocolate and lilac limbs built for flight were crippled and crushed beyond its original state, assymetrical and crooked, broken bones could have been easily diagnosed with only a single glance. Only a few brief moments in the real world and naturally these damaged features began to swell to defend itself from outside forces and the inflammation only brought more pain onto the young soul and by extension, it drew more cries from the girl’s lungs.
While her sisters and brothers raced to nurse and seek their mother’s familiar warmth, she was so shocked with agony that she was left immobilized in her crippling pain.
She didn't know what happened, but with this pain and this suffering so soon after months of total security, she wished she had never been brought into the world.