The chrysalis could not have found a better place to form. The atmosphere was warm and pleasant, the ground grassy and soft, and there was even a small stream nearby that branched off of the main river that passed through Pegasus. It was a shame the gembound inside couldn't enjoy the scenery. Well, perhaps it was time to change that.
Something inside the golden-brown chrysalis thumped. Once, twice, and then a crack formed on the outside of the gem. The thing inside pushed again and the crack widened. A pause, maybe the creature needed to regain its energy... Suddenly, with a mighty heave, the chrysalis exploded outward and chunks of raw tiger's eye scattered as a furry mass was deposited onto the grass in a heap. It was very fluffy, parts of its fur matted down and sticky with the juices from the chrysalis. A wet black nose appeared on a brown masked face and the mass got to its paws. It was a rather large puppy of some variety, and it shook itself vigorously to try and un-stick its fur. The liquid had seeped into its thick fur down to its skin, and the feeling of cold wet was a little uncomfortable.
Also, it had goop in its eyes. That would explain why it couldn't see. The pup shook again and whined softly in frustration. Its current tactic wasn't working, so it flopped back onto the ground and pawed at its face and eyes. That helped; it wasn't perfect, as it soon discovered its paws were large and clumsy, but it was something. Soon it blinked open its eyes, golden-brown and almond-shaped and only a little goopy. It pulled itself up into a sitting position and looked around, taking everything in. It didn't understand much yet, only that the air around it was warm and the ground beneath it was soft, and that it was now experiencing it all.
Pleasant scents hit its nose. The puppy soon figured out that sniffing things was good, that was a good thing to do. There were so many different smells! It pulled itself up again, a little unsteady on its newly working legs, and waddled to and fro with its nose to the ground. Some things smelled heavy, some things smelled light, other things smelled alive and with that came the understanding that some things were for eating, and it was hungry.
It also discovered that if it really focused and screwed up its nose and pricked its ears and squinted its eyes, it could make something happen, something exciting. It could somehow sense the alive smells, but not quite with its nose. Things were clearer, the alive things alive-r. It was a curious feeling, very conceptual, and one it needed to try more later. As the sense was fading, a couple of small creatures scurried underpaw--cave mice, although the dog didn't know that yet. The alive smells jumped out and the pup paused only a moment to register the creatures before it gave chase on its stubby puppy legs.
Wait! it wanted to say. It had an instinct to jump and pounce and it wanted one of those alive things in its mouth. Hungry... Sadly, it lost the mice in the tall grasses, even after sniffing around to try and find them again. With a huff, it plopped down on its rump, panting from the exertion, and waited for something else to happen. It had a sort of low feeling now, one it may later recognize as loneliness and confusion. It felt...like it was meant to be doing something, but it had no idea what that was.
notes: unleash the fluffy potato... although its a big soggy rn