(Not so)-Perfect Beginnings

[Adonis]

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Day 1

I awaken in pitch black, my eyes still closed but I feel fur surrounding me. I press closer to the fur as thunder tears open the sky above.

Day 10

The fur and comforting heat around me are gone, but the thunder remains. I shiver against the wind. The familiar heat and fur returns to me once more and I feel relief.

Day 12


I'm conscious and the fur is gone once more. I wonder when comfort will return. The thunder has not stopped.

Day 18

The warmness has not yet come back to me. I am hungry. I begin to ingest tiny bugs around me and bits of fallen fruit from the trees above.

Month 2


I continue to feed myself on soft fruit and small insects. I can move around now but I remain as close as I can to the den. I know my kin will return.

Month 5


I see others like me, with their kin. As time goes past I begin to notice they look at me oddly, mewling to their mothers curiously. I never consider why. I notice the mother's affection for her cubs. I continue to wait for my own mother.

Month 7


'My mother will return, my mother will return..' is what I tell myself. I wander a little farther from the den. There is a stream, I see others like me swiping scaly creatures out of the water. I am given one and return to the den.

Month 12

I begin to wonder if there is something wrong with me. I'm certain my kin would not simply leave me, right? Even as maturity begins to nudge me farther from my birthplace, I always return. My mother is coming back, I am sure of it.

Month 15


Perhaps she returned to the den while I was hunting. To ensure this doesn't happen again, I remain at the den.


Month 20

I'm ugly, aren't I? Perhaps I did not turn out the way she wanted and she left me. I don't believe it at first but as time goes on I can't help but feel Its the only explanation.

Month 23

I begin to hate myself. Yet I still remain in the den. I don't know if I remain out of hope or habit. I grow thin from malnourishment.

Month 25

The threat of the worst pushes me to venture to the stream. I pause upon glimpsing my reflection. I come to a realization made up of thoughts that had previously bubbled in my mind. I suppose seeing myself once more triggers them once more.

I'm not ugly.

I'm perfect. Aren't I....? Yes.

She is the one who is wrong.

They are the ones who are flawed. Not me.

I'm perfect.

[Adonis]

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