In the beginning, there was warmth. A great warmth which swallowed him whole, lulling him through his endless existance as a mother might cradle a baby. It sunk down to his very bones that warmth, comforting him and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that he understood simply by the way it held him in it's arms: "You are safe. I am here." He loved it from as far back as he could remember, and it, in it's curious ways, loved him too.

And then there came sounds. The gentle tapping of dew drops in the morning falling gently upon his stone, though he did not know what they were. The low rumble of voices from the outside which he perceived with an innocent ear and always the gentle thrumming of life that stirred within him. There was no distinction between days in this place -- he knew only warmth and the gentle beating of his tiny heart as life began to strengthen him. He began to grow resless with his quarters before long, thrashing his stilted limbs in desperation for space and discovered there were limitations to his existance - hard walls that protected him, though he didn't know this. They frustrated him as time wore on and the beat of his heart grew heavier until one day, he slashed out at it, and a great thing happened.
It split.

They all split. The walls of his world shatter as though they'd been erected of paper and his jaw parts in surprise, uttering a preverbal cry as he tumbles out of it's protective walls and into the coldness of the world. He hits the ground cruelly and pain blossoms in his tiny shoulder, provoking another frightened squeak from the fawn as his stilted limbs thrash, instinctively looking for balance where he finds none. His tiny heart pounds and the air he sucks in is chilled and damp with the weight of morning and his head swims as oxygen makes its way to his muscles for the first time. He sucks air greedily, but is pained at it's cool touch and heaves a frightened snort, rolling up onto his quivering legs, instinct urging him to run, though he knows not where to or how. His legs fail him and he topples forward into a mound of soft grasses, slipping in the remnants of his ever-changing stone, confusion and fear licking at his brain and rendering it useless as he lurches his way drunkenly to the gnarled roots of a nearby tree and beneath the canopy of fern leaves, hidden in the shade minus the rate at which he draws breath. Here, with adrenaline running hot through his veins does he tuck himself amongst their earthy embrace, gazing wide eyed unto the world, unable to speak or move as he beholds it's grandeur, his tiny ribcage heaving and his mind all but blown.

ooc// Bear with me on the quality of these, its been about half a year since I've written anything xD