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Khyan sat there, letting himself be pulled against her chest, ears pinning flat to his head as he nuzzled close to his mother. Taking in the smell that seemed to be singed to her fur and skin, bones, and herbs, what would be the reason for such a smell?
But i don't! I don't..I don't feel like I am,
Like what? The words were unclear, and so was the meaning behind them. His eyes closed, listening to the soft heartbeat of his mother and her breathing, soothing himself in doing so. Everything was so wrong in his mind, the scar, the way he remembered things he knew weren't of this life—why? What did they mean, were they important? Glancing up at her, he stared for a few moments before speaking up again.
I remember things...and, they don't feel like my memories but also..they do? мама what is wrong with me?
Slowly he leaned into her more; his eyes drifting closed to hide further in her fur, wanting to burry himself in her skin and never see the light of day.
