MolagboopI tried to emulate the brushes available in Flipnote Studio. Aside from that, I come bringing headcanons about Chozo children.
The thick, downy feathers on Chozo necks allow for tactical baby-wearing. I mentioned this in the last Chozo baby-focused composition, but grasping a parent's back is their primary mode of transportation. It's one thing to be simply held by mom or pop, but spelunking is a Chozo hatchling's favored mode of transport. They're like little monkeys back there. The older chicks migrate from shoulder to shoulder, up and down the back, from the back of the neck to the front of the breast, etc.
The Mawkin carry their children everywhere, even into battle. This baby is just on the way to work with his papa. He's gonna work out with the baby, spar with the baby, knock some rookies on their rear ends with the baby, you know. Just parent things.
I may have glossed over the whole "take your baby to war day" thing. Don't worry about it, it builds character. Granted, there are harnesses and other things they can equip Junior with to ward off certain hazards during a real battle, but little feathers here is going in raw and gearless: nothing but his talons for gripping and his papa's neck for leverage. That's the beauty of training: you know how to move so the baby is out of the line of fire. Rookies who find themselves training with a baby-wearing parent often find themselves tripping over their own feet in an effort to not stab the little one. Experienced sparring partners will follow a baby-wearing opponent's movement carefully, and predict how they're going to react so as not to hit the baby. Tricky parents will fight boldly, specifically baring their infant at key points in the fight to knock their partner off-kilter, allowing mom/pop to go in for the match-ending blow.
The Mawkin believe that carrying children into battle makes their parents fight more savagely than they would otherwise. Pair a skilled warrior with something irreplaceable to protect, and you've got a recipe for primal bloodlust unlike anything you could dream of mustering. High Lord Imahar exclusively went to battle carrying a child. Every time they appeared on the field of battle, they were wearing a baby on loan from someone else. You would not believe the way Imahar fought in the presence of children. Never lost a single chick, either: those babies left the battlefield unscathed.
The Mawkin teach their children from birth not to fear death. By the time a chick is six years old, they'll be intimately familiar with the concept. Whether they've hunted with their parents, experienced death themselves, or been given a head start on combat training, it is ingrained within each and every chick that death is inevitable. As a tribe of warriors, the Mawkin strive to greet that death with glory and enthusiasm.
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