It feels so warm. After that damn god kicked me out of her space I fell through some sort of hole. But as soon as I felt as though I’d passed through it I passed out and returned to the darkness. Now it’s been an estimated 14 hours of nice, peaceful warmth. I would be angry about the darkness, but it’s actually pretty comfortable after being verbally abused by that god yuh know?

Anyways it seems as though something is getting ready to happen because the walls of my warm vessel are starting to close in on me. There are a lot of muffled noises around as well.

It seems as though I’m being urged in a certain direction so I guess it’s time to take my leave. I think I’ve figured out what’s going on here too. I believe I’m being born. It’s just like that vindictive god to make me undergo something like this…

I can see some sort of light so I’m gonna try to reach for it. Yup, I was right. As soon as I pushed my hand toward the light I felt a rush of cold and something grab a hold of it. With a sudden jerk I’m being pulled out head first.

Wow. The light is sort of overwhelming. As soon as I was pulled out of my mother’s womb a sudden rush of light overwhelmed me. Seems as though I was born with my eyes open… Interesting. Some weird man is carrying me. He has very dark, grey skin with intricate black patterns as well as dread locked hair. I believe he is the “doctor” that delivered me.

I only caught a glimpse of my mother for a moment but she seems to be fine and immediately after the birth she stood up from the ground, brushing herself off. What’s really unsettling to me is the fact that she seemed oblivious to the fact that I had just been brought into the world…

Those thoughts are going to have to wait however seeing as how this weird “doctor” man is about to drop me into some sort of pen filled with more infants. He lifts me with both hands under my arms so we were face to face for a moment. I open my eyes wide to take in his entirety and suddenly I can feel a hot flush through my face and his body is dyed in a bright red color.

“Ohhhhh…”, he whispers, “Agrios…”. He then places me slowly in the pen without breaking eye contact. After that he nods and walks away.

I’ve suddenly noticed that this pen is in some sort of cave and the fence seems to made out of a tightly knit sort of rope. With that thought in mind I suddenly perceive a killing intent behind me.

With a burst of speed unexpected of my infant sized body I reach down with my right hand and swiveled my entire body to face into the rest of the pen. To my surprise what faces me is a group of growling infants with light grey skin…

It seems that within this race from the very beginning things start as survival of the fittest.

Suddenly one of the teeth baring children lurches foward and jumps at me. I feel a sudden burst of power in my body and without even realizing it I open my mouth to let out a roar. What came out was unexpected.

With a deafening roar to my newborn ears the enemy in front of me instantly falters and, taking that moment of opportunity, I burst forward. With an open palm I pushed against my opponent with all my might. With an unexpectedly hard impact the light grey form flies across the pen and bounces off the semi-malleable wall.

Without realizing it a lion like rumble is permeating throughout my body. The other infants that were previously standing against me now cower down in some animalistic understanding. With that I slowly walk over to my fallen opponent. It seems as though it’s knocked clean out.

“Good”, I whisper as I sit down next to my opponent to begin observing it. As soon as I begin my analysis I can see that our species has a common coloring of grey with different patterns. It also seems that we have a tail as well as a set of variably shaped triangular ears. Clearly our race, much like many animals, quickly develops into a functional state after birth. I also come to realize that my opponent was a male.

“Hmmm, heims uke a vero.”, says a sudden voice from behind me. As soon as they heard the noise my newfound ears swiveled toward the direction from which it was emitted. I can tell that this was an adult due to what was uttered clearly being words. Slowly swivelling my head, what comes into view is a tall man wearing nothing but rugged slacks made of furs. He is clearly some sort of warrior judging by the bulging muscles and primitive scar tattoos that covered his body.

“Enpo a!”, he shouts with a wave of his hand. The “doctor” appears with a big smile on his face and unlatches the pen to open the small gate. “Semo!”, says the man with the fur trousers while waving his hand in a come here gesture toward the group of children and I.

“Mhm.”, I respond with a nod as I walk over to the man; driven by the sudden feeling of hunger in my stomach.

He leads us past several more adults looking on at us with nods of approval. I’ve noticed that no matter how fast or slow I walk the others in my group match my speed to keep pace with me while always staying just behind. Seems as though the man leading us has noticed it too and keeps glancing at me with a strange glance.

Finally we come to a stop at a short table like rock jutting out of the cave wall that is surrounded by mats made from plant sinew. He motions to us to sit down and I am the first one to take a seat. I choose the one closest to the middle because I only have to walk a couple of steps to it.

After I take a seat several of the others start to sit as well. A couple of the group members are pushing trying to take a seat close to me, but with a short glance toward them they quickly resolve the issue while looking down.

Once we sit down raw meat is placed in front of us and the man eats a piece in front of us as a sort of demonstration. Quickly I begin munching down on the raw meats with the thought, “I really need to teach these people how to cook…”, running through my mind. All of the children follow suit and start wolfing down the raw mystery meat just as flies start to gather.

Once we finish our meal a woman walks up with gourd husks full of water for us to drink and then motions for us to follow. She wore a robe that seemed to be made entirely of white fur and has white hair that didn’t match her youthful body.

We move quickly through a small crevice in the wall into a room that was nearly completely dark save for a strange phosphorus-like glow coating small sections of the outlet.

When we all finish squeezing in the woman motions toward the ground I see that there are several furs of some large animal placed throughout the room. I quickly understand what is going on and go to lay down amongst the furs.

Several of the group followed me and began laying amongst the furs as well. I notice that many of the group are trying to drag furs over to me to lay in one big mound. Ignoring them I cover my head and close my eyes. To my surprise I, was evidently very exhausted, and almost instantly return to the darkness I’ve dreaded for the last couple of days.