tiny motions,

Their eyes were opened, revealing baby blues that yet to show a true in color. In every way, Euphemia remained a twin-set to her sister @Aurelia, but with nothing to show that so, it was a wonder to what she looked like against the others. Adjustment to see, sometimes shadows lurked in the backdrop but gazed a better look at what was around — and the world was bathed in monochrome, besides the sight of her parents eyes. Dazzling in gold and green, and she bubbled lightly to see that against the white of the world.

Whenever herbs were brought or something colorful, the young shakti found herself motioning toward, all too curious of what was around. But she was a babe, unable to move without toppling over, and usually against one of her sisters, but that didn't stop her from trying. Yawning and mewling of so, she was attempting to call out to one of her parents @Olive, @Tiberius.

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A day or two after one baby blue eye was revealed, the other followed suit. Dalmatia wasn't so keen on that recent development. It fueled her fear of the unknown and she whimpered regularly at the way the world was made of blurred, incomprehensible shapes.

If that was the way everything around her was meant to look, then she'd rather not see anything at all.

Coupled with the muffled sounds of voices nearby, the shadows that coursed the den were extra spooky. Dalmatia buried her head often among siblings or the furs of her mother, almost constantly demanding reassurance. She did so then as a sister cried out beside her, and roughly shoved her spotted face against @Olive's thigh in attempt to squirrel herself away.


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Opening eyes revealed those that were known to be there but yet truthfully so. More in the squabble of the mothers stomach, and yet Euphemia found herself growing frustrated when these littermates were distances away, despite the piles and fight for that of a nipple, the warmth was sought lovingly. The seeing of one blob that was not the milk-giver or the large strange form that showered them in affections, the young attempted to squirrel her way, into them rather then their mother.

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She wiggled and shuffled her way as close as she possibly could, her face thrust among the platinum furs of her mother's hind limb. Dalmatia managed to quickly find a place beside her that was just right, and she snuggled in to soak up the glorious warmth that radiated from her. Her body felt tired and she wanted to nap, so her squished position at Olive's thigh she quickly felt herself succumb to her desire for sleep.

Dalmatia's snooze was interrupted before it could truly begin, however, for a sister had rudely thrust her own snout into her spotted flank. The girl mewled her objection and reluctantly shifted, willing to sacrifice her spot to keep the peace with her litter-mates if required.


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Oh, those eyes! Those baby blue eyes which peeled open and peered curiously around the den; seemed to stare at everything and then nothing; held every potential in the ferocity and innocence in those small, ever-blinking eyes. It was something otherworldly, to look in their small, velveteen faces and see the entire world reflected back. They were expressive and emotive, and Olive was utterly obsessed with them and their many wants and needs. 

There was a tiny drama going on amongst her limbs, this time Euphemia and Dalmatia were pitted against each other in a death-defy display of ferocity. There was mewling, there were naps, there were little faces buried in her thigh; and all the new mother could do was gasp in delight at their antics and coo "My little sunbeams," in a voice spun like silk, looking around the den to see if @Tiberius was here to be witness to such cuteness,

But in the end, all she could do was lean her face down amongst their small, round bodies and rumble her eternal satisfaction.

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Though looked to be a fight for a spot, Euphemia wanted nothing more then to share the warmth and be wrapped around it. Snuzzling, closer to Dalmatia and body Olive in a puppy-mewling as she outwardly expressed this desire in a primitive way, nothing more then babbles of a child. Warm and snuggled.. Peace to be, she was nose her way to Dalmatia, and was perhaps getting too close to her face.

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She continued to wriggle and writhe, having been robbed of the comfortable spot she'd found earlier to snooze. It irritated her and upset her enough to consider crying, though she emitted only soft little whimpers while she thought about wether she really wanted to wail or not.

She was distracted, however, by the sudden feeling of safety that enveloped her in the form of mother's touch. Olive had swept over the cubs, tucked them close to her in a loving embrace, and little Dalmatia released a happy little sound and welcomed the warmth.


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The babes squirmed and nuzzles in closer towards their mother, and why wouldn't they? To such small, fuzzy, mewling creatures, she was everything. mother was milk, warmth, life itself. Fatherhood was important, yes, but let's face it  — during pregnancy and postpartum, it was all about mom. It was a focal point that Olive was happy to serve as; the anchor, the everything, for these little puppies that could do nothing in return. "I still can't believe you're here," she murmured into one of them, she wasn't sure which, and then pressed her forehead into the other. "I waited so long to meet you." It was sappy, but it was true, and Olive felt every ounce of the gravity of it.

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Cuddled closely by the dame, she too matched in but happy mewls at this warmth. Even moreso cuddling closer and trying to force her way into the pile of Dalmatia, thinking she was the larger form. Warm and sound of mind, happily enjoying all that there was.. Until they day they would open their ways, and see the new world.

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She was loved. Dalmatia, fragile and sensitive in every possible way, had known nothing but the adoration of her family. So as warmth enveloped her and as she basked in the affection of her mother and the closeness of her siblings, the spotted child felt warm and content.

Parting her little jaws, she was unable to stifle a wide and squeaky yawn before licking her lips and pressing herself against the priestess' pallid cheek. She settled swiftly and welcomed the opportunity to nap, warm and soothed.


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