October 25th, 2017
Learning and growing in strides in the company of his family. Has already taken to forming short, simple sentences and practicing various social gestures. Still hasn't quite grasped the concept of some things such as bowing, but is making progress at an alarming rate.

Unfortunately following the poor wet weather, picked up an illness his sister Khara had fallen victim to - between his still developing immune system and genetic suitability for hotter climates, caught the cold easily. Running a slight fever, as well as dealing with some less than fun congestion, dizziness, and a nasty cough. Though more of an inconvenience than anything else, has never felt this way before and often resorts to crying himself to sleep in the later parts of the days when symptoms get worse.

Otherwise, like his sick sister, spending much of his time sleeping between meals. Bundles himself up in the blankets and pillows donated and brought around by various individuals, typically trying to burrow into the center of the sibling pile or as close as he can get whenever possible. Unlikely to show much interest in leaving the den until he's feeling well again.

October 14th, 2017
Adapting well to the new environment, having no grasp whatsoever on what the rest of them might have had before (and him by extension) or what they'd lost. Knowing nothing but what he's been shown in the forest, finds everything new and exciting, and is taking it in stride. A bit more frequently on his feet and moving around today, after having slept like a rock through the night on one of the pillows (among other things) brought by Liam the previous day.

Experimenting with new words and gestures, some of which he understands, some of which are pure mimicry. Turning out to be an animated little bundle of sauce.

October 13th, 2017
While still in his mother's womb, was rushed out of the Hellfire district of Demasos along with his mother, Coralynn when their home erupted into a war zone nearly overnight. However, in spite of the best efforts of her parents, did not manage to escape unscathed. Mortally wounded and heavily pregnant, Coralynn managed to make it to Amon's world via portal, making contact with him and going on to give birth to their son.

The succubus hadn't tried to fool herself and knew that between her injuries and simply being what she was, she wouldn't survive the birthing process. Managed to weakly mutter the name she'd chosen for their child to Amon before passing on, finding some peace in knowing the boy was in trustworthy arms and would be safe now.

As a result, would be spared the coming devastation. Her son and the rest of his family, however, would not be.

(At this point Westley became less of a "fucking sleepy loser" and put the babyfootballbro in)

Could only cry and wail in the calamity that followed. Clung for dear life onto the nearest source of warmth - in this case, Amon - throughout the chaos, both before entering the Endless and after. Has been curled up against his father in the company of some of his half-siblings since, resting fitfully on and off for a time. After a longer bought of more substantial rest, started to stir and tune in on the conversations going on around him. Mentally developed enough pre-birth to grasp some very basic concepts, picking up on some simple words and their meanings - others already seeming to be known to him innately. Not contributing too much, mostly mimicking his older family members and already proving to be a great source of self-entertainment.

At one point, crawled onto Amon after inhaling a good majority of the goat milk kindly given to him by Cierra and Fletcher when some of his siblings went looking for food earlier. Clambered all over his poor, hurt father, not seeming to grasp the concept that Amon was injured. Received some grooming from J'rakhi at one point, and offered up his bottle to his older brother. Dragged it over to Roma instead when it was turned down, and was delighted when he mock-drank from it. Confused by the more sullen tones as his family discusses their losses, not seeming to grasp the idea or the weight of what had just happened. Played with Roma a bit and mumbled some basic words, tucked back in with Amon and Ra in particular after Roma moved off to start putting together a more permanent shelter for them, though Warren remained in the pile with them.