ORIGIN

The little hybrid was restless.

She paced back and forth around the shattered remains of a moonstone chrysalis. Her paws occasionally threaded over shards of blue-white, but it didn't bother her - even as particularly sharp pieces pricked her pink paw-pads. Her dad would no doubt be watching, perhaps with a look of disappointment carved into his face. Not that she particularly cared about that, however - she had to do something.

She wanted to meet somebody new. She loved her dad and her current friends, but it had been a while since she saw a new face. To be more precise, it had only been a day after she saw a little tapir hatching and some weird black-demon. She wasn't even scared of that, really - more afraid by the concept of actually disliking someone based entirely on their appearance.

It felt very out-of-character for her. She prided herself in being friendly and having all the friends, after all - but regardless, perhaps it was for the best she trusted her own gut instinct. The crowdog finally came to a stop in her pacing and stared out across Polaris.

Slowly, she began making her way towards the spire, licking her muzzle as she padded towards the blue light.

Positioned at the base of the Spire, he stared up at the precipice contemplating his life as it was beginning to pan out. All the rocks he had been stacking and moving so meticulously had been tossed into the river that flowed past the Spire. The water still spoke to him, but he wouldn't get close enough to let it speak back. Most of his sustenance from water came from the dew that collected on leaves. But food and water wasn't a necessity for survival as he had come to find. His gemstone did all the work. There was movement caught out of the corner of his eye and Louie peered over his shoulder at the winged dog that entered the chamber. It was beautiful, he had never seen anything so exquisite except perhaps the three-headed beast that had stumbled upon the lifeless corpse of Wynry.

There was another, a faster one and he flinched and stiffened as she went over to greet the young gembound. Actually, both were fairly young, and his face now split from the presence of his ivory fangs lit up. "So. You two are awfully young to be wandering around in Polaris by yourselves." Sauntering over to the pair, he wasn't even close to being an expert on dogs that he could identify the presence of Fisher's friend in White's blood. "My name, is Louie."

White glanced down and blinked at the otter before she broke into a wolfish grin, a bird-foot lifting to scratch idly at her shoulder. Her maw opened to speak when her ears twitched and she looked towards Louie, blinking.

This one was older than her and her new friend - who had named herself to be Zen. She would have guessed 'Fisher Jr.' but she can't command everything, she supposed. Regardless, the fox who named himself Louie seemed to be scolding them for being alone.

Only she knew she wasn't alone! Zen was there, and Louie was there and no doubt somewhere in the shadows her father was lurking around. The hybrid blinked and tilted her head before she lowered herself onto her haunches.

"I'm White!" came the half-bark half-squawk.