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Post by Whispering Feathers on Aug 20, 2010 11:12:08 GMT -5
The story of my life,
Cannot be told,
From the mouths of others,
For they never lived it...
The story of my life,
Must be heard,
Only from me,
And me alone...
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Post by Whispering Feathers on Aug 21, 2010 4:16:43 GMT -5
 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~  'Ah, it's so warm and peaceful in her- oh hey hey hey! No! I don't wanna leave mummy! Nooooooooooooooo...'A soft whine pierced the silent and cold air. The puppy gasped in her first breath. Oh, how evil and painful the air is! She cried and whimpered loudly, wanting to go back into that safe and warm place. All of a sudden, a huge and soft tongue ran over her back. Shuddering, the puppy quieted down, seeming to recognise her mother. A few more licks and they stopped. Blind and scared, the puppy whined again, making a cold nose prod and push her towards what felt like her mother's stomach. She smelt something delicious then. Following her pink nose, she approached a tit, closed her newly opened mouth over it and started sucking, ignoring more whines and whimpers that came from where she was just a second ago. 'Mmm! What heaven! Everytime I start sucking, this delicious warm liquid thing flows down my throat! And oh! How wonderful! The hunger in me has disappeared...'Windlash is now a week old. For the entire week, all she did, was lay around, whimpering and whining. Crying and sobbing. And all the while, 4 other voices joins hers. TBC!    |
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Post by Whispering Feathers on Aug 29, 2010 2:18:37 GMT -5
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