Moonless

New Rome Birthing Quarters.

Those quarters are the fist thing anyone sees when they are born, unless they are unfortunate enough to be born a Garou. The staff even accept the Remi outcasts mothers, as a new life is always treated equally to the other in this harsh but fair community, though the Garou are an oblivious exception as their very nature wrapped itself around the moon-dust in the air and the comet's residues darkening the sky.

Today another being would be born, the genetic makeup of his parents the only things they will give the newborn as Romuli society believed in self-made individuals. That new life will have many ordeal to overcome before it is accepted as a valuable member of the Roma race, a Romuli. Will the young one be up to the task? For now it is in dire need of a name, a gender and basic *luxuries such as a blanket and milk, as the mother leaves it in the care of the nursing staff, going back to her life without a backward glance at the one she bore for nine long months. Here our story begins, with this new life, still blank in personality and history.

You are born in a small bubble lit with a greenish light, filled with a strange fluid helping your mother in her delivery of you. That fluid makes your birth easy and painless for both you and your mother and soothe you with it's resemblance to the womb you were forced to leave behind.

You may not know of the events leading to it yet, but you are able to see, ear and crawl on all four perfectly on all four the moment you are out, as your DNA is one that is partly wolf and plant, making your development faster than those of your distant human ancestor, turned Roma over a hundred years ago.

You feel safe here, with your mother still near and the gentle feel of floating in a warm, breathable liquid. You are not to be here for long, however, as your mother is already slipping out of the bubble, draining it of it's fluid and allowing her to step into the brightly lit room the bubble stood in.The whole area is inside the renovated building once known as the Coliseum, rebuilt and now equipped with a great glass dome showing the black moonless and starless sky.

As your haven is pierced, numerous sounds gets registered by your tiny pointed ears, the sounds of talking, machinery and infant's cries that, like you, were just born into this world.

As soon as the bubble is emptied, you are blinded by a bright light as a woman in a nurse's white dress pick you up and bundle you in a soft blanket. Cooing, she gives you a bottle of wolf milk as your mother leaves you forever.