Easlyn struggled. She was twenty three, a teenager, in the middle of giving birth to her child. Her mate, Nakbino, died early. Easlyn remembered the silver iluvu's last words; "Take care of our son." tears rolled down her pink fur as she remembered the day.

After two hours of struggle and pain, her son was born. "Easbino," she named the sepia baby, and picked him up to cradle. His eyes were filled with hurt. "Wha da da?" the baby asked. Easlyn immediately knew he was seeking for his father. She shook her head. He was so young, so innocent, and he had to endure such a fate. It was her fault for bringing him in too late.

"Going out, mum,"  I informed her. "Easbino? Your going out? Sure." she replied. (note; continue later .-. tired nao)