arrived into the forest on august 31st of 2019, a newborn baby with all the memories of their duties above. however, merely a thought and voice inside the mind of a newborn, a guide though the form of a spirit or soul. a guardian angel.

young and newborn as in just birthed, with placenta and among other things surrounding the fawn. there's no scent or trace of a mother nor father around. it is your choice what you do with the child. wings are evident, but not fully feathered. much like a plucked chicken wing, they are small and serve no purpose nor can do anything. when the newborn matures, so will the wings.

genderless
newborn
angel

feral

wings
james blake

8.31 > arrived

9.1 > encountered first negative experience, ruptured ear drums and now partially deaf, scratches and scruffs from fleeing. exhausted from lack of energy prior to adrenaline rush, therefore will be asleep mostly to recover energy lost
returned to the place most familiar, the placenta and afterbirth still there (at least to my knowledge, they weren't consumed or taken)

9.5 > woke up to be found by Cres and brought over to a small group, soon met Bli and tumbled around, still not used to being quad and still in a fairly young body. but the vessel had so much energy to burn.

9.15 > lurking mostly, gummed at some blueberries and all around just staying hidden.