ORIGIN - silence is golden

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All he could hear was the sound of fluid filling his ears, nostrils, lungs... Everything. He could feel the fluid inside his body, sustaining him for the time he was in here. He knew that it wasnt this cramped before - that he had grown and his domain wasnt nearly the size it needed to be to house him any longer. It was even beginning to get more uncomfortable, but he knew better than to think he was growing so fast he could feel it.

Besides the sound of fluid, he could hear something else outside of his encasing. It didnt sound much different than the fluid, but it was louder because he could hear it over the fluid. His eyes opened, red and bright inside the gemstone. A loud crack rang in his ears and he looked to the left. He could see much, but he saw a fault in the stones wall. This was his chance - he could use this crack to break this shell and have more room!

He pivoted his body towards the crack and positioned his puppy paw hind feet against where the crack was. Pulling his feet back, he kicked at the stone and it cracked some more, finallh giving in after a moments wait, sending the boy spilling onto the ground from his chrysalis in a wave of the fluid. All he could hear now was the roaring wind.

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He couldnt lay here forever in this wet puddle he left behind, but the wind seemed too strong to allow him to walk, let alone stand. He sniffed thr air and looked around with his red eyes before he turned enough so that he could see something jutting out of his lower back and hips. It matched the gemstone he came out of, so he knew they were connected somehow, he just wasnt entirely sure how. Eyes casting to the floor, he nudged a shard of the chrysalis with his nose.

He was waiting for a lull or for the wind to slow down, but it seemed infinite and he couldnt wait any longer. The boy attempted to stand then, only to have the wind shove him down hard.

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He was kinda sore after hitting the ground so he waited a few seconds before he tried again. He colllected himself and laid like a sphinx while he rested, hoping maybe a lull would come by now or at least soon. It seemed like it was never going to end, hit he couldnt give up now! He had to keep trying until he finally did it. He would not be a failure.

He would tey to stand again, gathering his black paws beneath him and lifting, but the wind was seeiously against him. Gushing from all directions, it was no surprise that between wobbly legs and strong wind that he wouldnt be able to stand. Surprisingly, though, he wasnt getting frustrated. It was just a challenge he would have to overcome.

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Maybe it was the falling that made him stronger, because he didnt hurt too bad after this one. He landed a bit different so he didnt hurt the same places thankfully, but they seemed to be softer places or at least not as hard of a landing. It seemed as though the wind wasnt going to shut down though, or at least slow, any time soon. Although hed like to rest, he needed to get himself standing. The wind was only making him stronger.

He gathered himself up again, taking a minute to get eeady to stand for the third time. Third times a charm, right? He didnt believe in that kind of stuff, but it actually seemed to work! The boys legs held strong beneath his thin body, keeping him upright even during the strong wind gusts. Finally! Now, hed just have to walk.

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Although he was standing now, he could feel his legs beginning to wobble under him. They were holding up for the wind, but the longer they worked the more tired they got. He seriously questioned whether or not hed be able to walk, so when he finally tried, he wasnt surpised to find his legs wobbling even more so that he fell, yet again.

A sigh escaped his lips again and he closed his eyes, blinking slow. He wondered how long it would take to walk and figure out where he was, despote what was obvious. He just hoped he'd be able to stand again so he could try to walk some more.

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After resting some more and a good thought or two about his plan, he finally started to move again. He was successful at standing without fail, but was surprised to find that he could even walk! The wind held him back and it took a lot of strength to not fall, but he did it! His skinny legs carried his lithe frame closer to the center of the room whereas his chrysalis was closer to a tunnel he chose not to explore yet.

The room was interesting, though it wasnt really much but strong winds and formations on the wall. It was so interesting, he didnt know where to start! He wondered if there were others like him around, knowing there had to be more life than just him.

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@odyssey

Odyssey had no grasp of the concept of empathy, at least, not yet; their mother had done well to neglect any emotional need that either they or their brother had exhibited, explaining rightly that whatever Odyssey had done to hurt themselves was well deserved for their lack of attention, or that they would be a powerful magic caster so long as they practiced and earned it. There was no sympathy for a spell gone wrong, the way their stomach would turn from over-exerting themselves or how their brother stumbled over his massive clawed hands as he attempted to walk. There was no smile when Odyssey performed up to expectation, only a firm nod and they were on to the next topic. So there was nothing in their heart as they listened to the chrysalis crack from afar, and then spotted the greyscale creature struggle to find its paws, fumbling over and over again in the wake of the wind. There was no feel of cruelty, even as they quietly mused how weak the canine looked, nor was there pity. They simply watched.

And when the creature finally had the strength to stand, Odyssey could only tilt their head with curiosity. They made no attempt to join the creature in their travel, idly wondering just how far it would push into foreign territory - the territory of the Merrymen. Danger, it screamed, to those that didn't belong. Odyssey had been told of what happened to those strangers that thought they could traipse so blind into the windy chamber. Those foolish enough to think they could take advantage of the Merrymen, despite their many eyes. This was but a babe, of that Odyssey was sure - and equally were they sure that even they wouldn't be spared.

A slow blink, the killing stare of the medusa, and then Odyssey arched their neck over the ledge. "Finally found your feet?" They lazily called down to the canine as they came peering about the room. In the back of their mind, Odyssey's curiosity reached out. The analytical mind rolled over the image of the canine, relaying it to their unseeing brother's.

Tagging @Illiad for the senso link bits and @Othello tagggg

There was a sound he never heard before. A voice.

He looked towards the sound and a canid was sitting kind of far off, peering over the edge. They mustve thought their comment held at least some humor, but he coulsnt find it himself. He didnt answer the being though, having nothing to say on the matter. Instead, his gaze swept across the room, searching for signs of others that the canid could be talking to. Finally, he looked back towards the canid.

Staring the canid down, he took in the beings appearance of what he could see. Oranges and creams with green eyes and green spikes on his head. He was fascinating to the newborn, who was of flat, grey and black colors save for his red eyes (that he was unaware of) and his gem (that he also didnt know was any other color than blue). He wondered if the being would move away from his hiding spot, but His stare had to be weird, right?

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@odyssey

The creature was only silent, which Odyssey found strange. They had come to expect most everyone to answer them, eslecially when they said something that might be construed as rude. Mother had told them not to say such things to the big trino Nemesis, even though Odyssey didn't understand what was so rude about it - they were only speaking the truth after all. Or to their father, Louie, who Odyssey couldn't help but notice seemed erratic and strange, certainly a lot stranger than Mother. The only one who seemed remotely normal to Odyssey was their brother, sweet little Illiad that could do no wrong. They blinked slowly down at the canine, bemused at their lack of response.

Only to find themselves intrigued again when the creature only stared. Odyssey returned the bright red stare, locking an unmoving, stoic gaze on the maned wolf. But even that wouldn't last as boredom started to set in, and Odyssey finally spoke again. "Cat got your tongue?" They asked impulsively. Then again, they hadn't replied to the last similarily natured comment Odyssey made, why would they entertain them with a response now? Odyssey huffed and unfolded their long limbs, now standing at the ledge peering down at them. "You know where you are? You're in Monoceros, home of the proud and cunning Merrymen! What do you have to say for yourself, intruder?" The child snarked, swaying their tail curiously.

@Othello

The canid returned his unwavering stare before he spoke, poking and prodding him with all these statements and questions. He didnt have anything to say on the matter, because how could a cat have his tongue? He moved his tongue around in his mouth to be sure, but there was definitely not a cat there. This canid must've lost it.

He started speaking again and he looked back, listening. Monoceros? Merrymen? Intruder? He blinked, taking this information and storing it. He was not an intruder though, since he never really entered the place, but rather was born in it. He should have some rights or something. Besides, was this canid all they had to ward off 'intruders'? If so, they needed a better guard. So with his new information, he hardly took it to heart. He looked away from the canid then and around monoceros - the windy room.

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@odyssey

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