backed up into corners, bitter in the lens
Her emergence is slow, near painless. A little of her fur comes off in the silken threads of her chrysalis, but other than that she is... well, scott free from the confines of her previous enclosure. Her heart beats rapidly beneath the fur of her chest, and she glances around at what might surround her. Heck. Where was she? She was new to this. All of this!
Virelle. A word, a name. Something to call herself. Something new. Everything was new. Everything felt new, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being freaking watched! Ugh, why did it bother her so much? What made this feeling appear in her head? Her body? She hated the feeling.
This feeling of fear.
She coughed, clearing her throat. "Is anyone there?" But her voice came out mumbled, feeble. She cleared her throat again, this time a big ahem sounding through the cavern that lay in front of her. Her ear twitched. "Is-- Is anyone around? Anyone at-at all?" Her tail wrapped itself as close to her body as it could, even as the pale blue of her eyes scanned her surroundings for anything that might stand out-- creatures, or something that she could possibly talk to... anything. Everything. It was all terrifying anyways, so what was the harm in trying something new?
Regardless of if an answer came, she would lay herself close to the ground and creep towards the (seemingly) glowing water of a great river that cuts through the middle of the cavern that she had emerged into.
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