You slowly and carefully open your eyes. You're in a dark place, a cold and damp place, a dirty, jagged place. You wonder about this place. Your thought is quickly cut off by a little orb flashing past your face. There it goes again. On its return it stops in front of you and you can see that it's on some sort of stalk that you can't see the base of, and it has little squishy branches coming off of it. It moves to the right, then to the left, then up and down. Then you realize: you're controlling it. This... this power is amazing. You can't believe what you're doing. You stop suddenly when you see a dark figure approaching. It appears to be made of pure darkness.As soon as it touches you, though, another beast, much smaller and orange coloured, sprouts out of its feet. This orange beast pushes the black front tip of its self into you. It's wet, but not like the wet of the ground below you. It's warmer, more gentle. After what feel to be an eternity of the beast moistening you, it spins the room around, so that what was forward is now to your side, and what was your side is now the damp ground. You shiver slightly, but then the beast wraps a warm, grasp onto you from behind, and just like that the world is moving again. the room has twisted so what was up is now your side, what was ground is your other side, and... wait, everything's spinning. Everything's rushing past you. Your front feels cold, and like it's being lightly touched by something infinitely soft. Despite this new chill, you somehow feel warm, as if nothing could harm you. You slowly drift back to sleep.
You awake this time much warmer than before. you're being touched on almost all sides, by many little squirmy entities, all warm like that beast. Speaking of the beast, it is laying next to you, wrapping its immense length around you and all the other wriggly bodies. You notice similarities between these bodies and your own. same pink, squishy lump, same tiny branches coming off. You wonder if these creatures are the same as you. You decide they must be, or else you wouldn't be here sleeping together with them. It's the great orange beast that worries you. Is it keeping you protected until you are ready to be eaten? You figure that there is no point in fighting such a fate, because if there are so many others here waiting to be eaten as well, then it must be the order of things. You decide all this existentialistic thought is pointless, and go back to sleep.
Five years later...
You awaken from a light nap in the middle of the hunt. You're much larger than your brothers and sisters, but you aren't quite as strong or fast as them. They've also started to grow that orange fur your mother has, but your fur is only growing on the top of your head, and it's light brown, like dead grass in the afternoon sun.
You whisper to your eldest brother, "have you killed while I was asleep?"
"No, but even if we had you would have gone hungry."
"I think that you might be wrong there, brother."
He growls at you playfully, and runs off. You both know you could never catch him in a foot race, but fishing in the lake you have him beat any day. Every day, every minute, every second of your life is devoted to hunting, because while you are less capable a hunter than your brothers and sisters, you need to eat quite more. You decide that your brother can go kill what he wants, but you're in the mood for fish.
You race down to the lake, and dip your head in the water. The biggest reason you are a better fisher than the rest of your litter is because you are able to do this for prolonged periods if time. You can hold your breath, a trait all your siblings lack, for a length and a half of the lake. You can dive down to the bottom, where the hard-shelled delights sit around. You are the king of this lake.
You notice a large creature, larger than you, swimming in the water. It has a similar build to you, and the same brown fur. You quickly pull your head out of the water and creep around the lake, closer to it, while staying hidden in the brush. It walks out of the water on its hind quarters, standing ten times higher than you. You try and get closer for a better look, but a twig snaps beneath your foot. You curl your toes up into a tight ball to try and hold the noise back, but to no avail; this creature already sees you. It lowers its self down to your stance, then even lower, and finally onto its belly; it's arms outstretched, you assume this as a gesture of reverence for its kind. You walk out of the brush, and sniff at its front feet. They smell floral, but flowers that only bloom much later in the cycle, right before the leaves on the trees start changing colours. You nudge his foot with your nose, pushing it out of the way, and walk up to its face. This thing is bearing it's rather unimpressive fangs, but it seems nonthreatening in a way.You lick it's forehead, and this tastes just like the same flowers that its feet smell of. you walk over to its side, curl up, and pretend to go to sleep.
As soon as you close your eyes, it gets up, starts howling out into the woods, and a giant shiny, sharp looking monster comes up, and another of these creatures comes out. This one has orange fur just like your siblings, but again it is only on top of its head. The first beast lifts you and sets you into the shiny beast with a mother's gentleness. You figure that they must not want to hurt you. But once you are set down, they close the shiny beast around you and you realize your world is about to change.
The pink beasts start talking to one another, but you have no idea what they are saying. They seem to come to a consensus on something, and one of the turns around from hiding behind his cold-skinned guardian and says something to you. He points at you and repeats this sound. You figure this sound must be your name.
Now, what is this sound they want to call you?