Raven, A Furry

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Once my breathing was under control, bandages were wrapped around my genitals. Next, I was placed into a small pool of water. Due to inability to see, I couldn't grasp the situation. So, that's another issue.

Then, my body was pulled out before a towel covered my genitals. Finally, I was dried and placed onto a soft and comfortable cushion. This feeling... it became hard to describe before a padded hand was used to gently groom my youthful body. My eyes became drowsy before I started to sleep.

The best way to describe it would be; In my mothers grasp.

During my sleep I realized I wasn't grinding through my memories. I was grinding a childish dream of sleeping in a small ball, all alone as the sun warms my body. It was cute, so to speak.

My dream ended with sudden movement as my consciousness pulled me out into the world again.

This time my eyes were slightly better. Perhaps I was asleep for days and that my eyes developed during that time. Who knows, but aside from that, I was able to see a few things. The arms of my mother who had white fur, the chair she was in and a table full of stuff that I have no idea about. Perhaps some paperwork for some complicated stuff.

"You're awake, Raven?" a soothing sound caught my attention as I looked up at the source. There I saw amazing blue eyes, clean fur shaping a motherly look and ears that weren't massive, just normal for a wolf.

Out of curiosity I lent out my hand towards her face before she smiled with her eyes closed. I noticed I needed to climb up to touch that face. Like she noticed me, she carefully placed me down on the ground.

My belly to the ground. Slowly, I pushed myself off the ground.

'Such exhaustion from just moving...' I gasped for air as I finally sat upright. 'I have a feeling my muscles won't develop well. Normally, young kin like me would most likely have an easier time doing that.'

Again, curiosity caught my attention as I looked at my mother watching me with a smile. She clicked at me and waved her hand.

"C'mon, that's right, you can do it," she urged me on to try to move the small distance to her legs. Such small distance might require more effort than I thought.

Lifting my small hands, I bent over into a four-legged style to balance out my weight. My knees bent, arms straight as sticks as I slowly crawled over. Something small and fluffy kept wagging behind me. When I turned my head, I saw a tail. A black tail. So, I used that to my advantage and tried to demand it's obedience. It didn't stop wagging as I simply moved onward.

Slowly move that arm forward. As I lifted my right arm, my left arm started to hurt as the body weight crushed it. Then, I placed my right arm down. In response, I moved my right leg. With the same process, I moved my left arm and the balance hurt my right arm before moving my left leg.

"Well done! Now, give me one more. You can do it!" mother moved away. I noticed her seats had strange circles on them. Perhaps they were like the cart wheels, but I don't know for sure unless I go after them.

Repeating the process over and over until my body collapsed in exhaustion.

Mother lifted me and analysed my body with those eyes. This time they were shocked as she noticed something.

"Muscle deficiency at such an early age?" the sound of surprise caught me off guard as my eyes widened in the sudden loud noise. My eyes covered by something on my head. "Sorry love,"

She sat down in her strange chair as my eyes saw light again. When my arms recovered a bit, I lifted them to rub my head as I noticed two things growing on my head. Ears. Soft ears too.

While I was rubbing them, a banging sound was heard. It wasn't too loud, thankfully. I'm pretty sure the ears of beast men are more sensitive depending on the species, hence why mother's sound of shock scared me so.

"Come in," her voice changed again. This time a more stern voice as a black wolf beast man entered the room. His eyes were red as his features looked slim. Let's see, if one has a mid build and another has a slim build. I'm a black wolf beast and he's a black wolf beast, then wouldn't that make me the...

"The other's are currently out to check the commissions, they won't be back dear," his voice sounded soothing too. Why is it that these two have soothing voices. Smooth much? I don't know. "Just take it easy. Anyway, how's Raven doin'?"

"Ahh, he's doing fine. But, I've noticed he's got some muscle issues. Does your family have issues regarding muscles at birth?" straight to the point, collected thought and not too formal. Father rushed over to me while I was playing with my tail. Yeah, the ears bored me as I moved onto my tail.

He used two fingers to rub the muscles of my arms, torso, belly, legs and cheeks before standing straight again.

"His muscles seem fine for me, but maybe it's because he lacks the energy? Maybe..."

"Maybe his heart isn't processing the correct energy for a child," mother said to father like she knew what he was going to say. He then snapped his fingers and grinned, revealing a clean pair of fangs. Also, his eyes down to the back of his neck was a strange white mask with red markings.

"At any rate, since he's awake, we should give him some food," father suggested to mother as she nodded, pulling out a drawer from the desk to reveal a bottle of air before she lent it to father. "U-uhh... you..."

"Can't do 'that' in front of a kid right? Besides, you said it yourself 'I'll do anything for my child, even if it means death!' so boldly. So, here's your first task, Shadow dear," she grinned as father, Shadow, took the bottle before I noticed a slight redness under the mask.

'But, they don't have tits, so how the hell do they plan on getting milk?' I pondered before decided to look at my hands. Black fur coated my entire body except for some stripes that were on my arms. They were white and represented mother's black lines on her arms.

You could say I'm the inverted color, but a mirror on my right said otherwise. Blue and red don't mean inverted, but are classed as opposites anyway. My eyes were slightly blurry as I looked at the large mirror. There I saw a hint of two colors. Red and blue. What.

A hand rubbed my head as I purred in response. Again, what.

I reached out to the hand before it left and strangely, it felt tough and yet so kind. It's like the hand of someone who lived a harsh life and held the pain to find love.

So many mysteries with my parents and me.

Father tried to pull my hands away as I struggled to keep hold. It was like my energy quickly vanished as I let go, panting for oxygen. My heart didn't pound hard though. Maybe their theory on the heart was right and that maybe my energy consumption will be increased over time.

Well, that theory about consumption was made by me.

Anyway, father chuckled before I looked up to see a faint figure of the two booping. Cute was the best way to depict what the interaction looked like.

"I'm off, just remember to keep Raven entertained and make sur-" mother interrupted father as he was about to leave the door.

"Wanna remind me the details of a job I worked on for a decade? Hmm?" her sarcastic voice made me stare at her as I heard father squeal and quickly leave the room. "Anyway, back to you dear. I want you to play while I do this."

She spoke in a way that most youths would understand. As annoying as it was, I slowly nodded and she stood up, moving me to a corner with no fences. Once she carefully placed me down, I immediately decided to look around me. All the toys were wooden. Some in the shape of horses, some in the shape of buildings and everything typical about a infants daily toys. In one way, I was curious as I picked up a small toy, its weight was somewhat heavy so I used both padded hands to lift it. It looked like a realistic dragon as it had a wooden base.

While exploring the nearby toys, my stomach gurgled before the door was opened. Father came in with a bottle filled with milk. (Not that milk) and was covered in mud.

"Those demonic cows really show no signs of hating their milk being..." he turned to see me before turning to notice mother asleep on the table. He sighed before coming over to me. "Normally I wouldn't hold a child due to how fragile they are, but... I guess I kind of have to. Mother over there's been quite busy taking care of things and you."

He bent down and pointed at mother who was asleep.

Then, he carefully placed his stiff hands under my arms before gently lifting me up. Carefully, he rested me on his arm before shaking the bottle above me. He poked the strange thing onto my cheek, it's soft surface with the coat of milk made me crave for something.

Instinct caused my mouth to open as I held the bottle before sucking the thing. Father chuckled and allowed me to guzzle it. This milk he got, it tasted so pure as it entered my stomach.

After guzzling the bottle, my energy was pretty exhausted as I burped. The small sound made father chuckle as he rubbed my round belly. I squirmed because the milk was digesting and the movement made it sore.

"Well, that's proof you love the milk."

Shadow looked at mother again and at a machine on the wall above her. My eyes can't clearly see everything still, but I can make out a few things based on color and shapes. Father looked into my eyes with kindness.

"I'll put you to bed," Father walked out the door quietly and softly as to not to disturb the digestion. The halls weren't rich as the king previously, but it's rich enough to grant the status of who my parents might be. When he stopped, some strange sounds picked up on my ears as I rubbed my chubby belly.

"Hahaha! You seriously think Shadow is that great? Maybe we should poison his child when it's ten years old and we'll say 'Happy decade, murderer of the previous lord,'" the voice cause father to place me down gently to the wall before he disappeared.

Slashes of murder was heard as my stomach gurgled.

He came back and held me before he walked through the hallway to another room. The door was dark wood with a gold handle. He pressed down on the bar as the door opened. Inside was a dark room before he pressed a button that caused flames to light up the room.

Fire lights inside glass of course. Not burning the room.

So, when I looked around, my eyes barely noticed figures, but I could make it out to be a fairly relaxing room since it held a quiet atmosphere. When father placed me down into a crib, his face grew blurry. That means that he was very tall and the crib was small or perhaps in a whole since I can't see the floor.

"Have a nice sleep, Raven," Father smiled, I can feel the warm kindness to know he was smiling. His padded feet quietly left the room as a clock with a slight wind breeze caused me to feel tired.

For some reason, I feel like this might not be as bad as I thought it would be.