the starts of a new era [open/birthing]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%;text-align: justify;font-size: 8pt;"]The first born, the first to get the gasping cold rush of air of the outside world, to experience the lack of protection from inside their parent's belly, experience gravity. She would forever hold this against her siblings, and would forever try and boss them around, this showing by her sudden angry whimper and whine when she was suddenly trampled on and bumped into as the others tried to go after the scent of milk, the warmth of their parent's body. She would shove her way through towards the scent and warmth, pushing the siblings that had done so to herself before latching on, sounds of content coming from her throat as she fed.