ORIGIN - Call of the Silent

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Inside the purple chrysalis, a creature twitched its limbs for the first time. He felt stimuli from the outside world pressing down around him and was compelled to move. His eyes opened against the amniotic fluid that had kept him alive as he had grown. His lungs longed for air, but the fluid kept him from tasting air. In his child-minded fear, he attempted to call out… No sound escaped his throat. Instead, his chrysalis was filled with the sound of garbled whisperings. They echoed around him and caused him confusion. His body screamed to make noise, but all he heard were sounds that were not his own. Except that they were his. He just didn’t know it yet.

There was a great, terrifying game of Hide and Seek going on. Baroque didn't really want to live Pisces, but he also wanted to find out where Nova had gone, and he also wanted to see what Orion was like. It was beautiful.

The boy kept close to his ties with his father. Usually the sensorial link made him nervous, like his dad would see all of the worst of him-- but now it was comforting, something he could reach out to and hold when he was scared. If things went horribly wrong, Leon would know where he was.

Honestly, Baroque would hardly be surprised if his father wasn't already chasing down after him, looking for his wandered off boy... But he had to figure out where Nova had wandered off to, because she wasn't in Pisces anymore. His attention was distracted by a soft, strange garbled whispering, and he touched into his magic by accident in that moment.

Through his mind came flashes, quick and violent, of rushing paws. Some small, some large, but always running, heavy and hard. There was flashes of light, too, that scared him, so he quickly shook off the magic. Orion had once been a dangerous battleground-- but no images of Nova came to his thoughts. He crept forward a bit longer until he saw something... A chrysalis!

The boy ran over to the gemstone, eyes bright. Was this another friend, just about to hatch? "Hello?" He asked, reaching up to put a paw against the surface.

@Oric @Thistle , if you want to join? Happening at the same time as Solar Flares, if only to give Barry a reason to wander away from home.

"Baro?" Thistle called out, just barely coming into the room. She wasn't as fast as Baro was on her new legs, so when they went searching for Nova in this new room, she had lagged behind a little. It didn't help that she looked at nearly everything along the way, captivated by little rustlings and sounds and interesting crystal formations.

And when she entered Orion, she was absolutely captivated by the ceiling. The sparkling, far away twinkling stole her breath away, and she stopped moving, stopped thinking, stopped breathing for just a few moments, so captivated by the sight. This, this was beauty. This was something you could only dream about, and she was seeing it in person.

Absently, as if from a far off distance, she wondered how she could get up there to see them better.

Then she heard Baro's voice, and she snapped out of it, following the sound. That's right! She had to find him, didn't she? That's what she was here for, right?

"Baro, are you there?" She called, rounding a corner, and she saw her friend standing near a very familiar sight! "Ah! A new one!" She said, grinning, and she jaunted over the last distance. "Are they about to wake up, do you think?"

@Baroque @Oric

Oric heard noises from outside his shell. His amethyst prison, which he hated already, just as he hated his seeming inability to make NOISE! What was wrong with him? He was suffocating in this place, and he was apparently doomed to do it silently, even as his black body writhed in desperation. He prayed that whoever or whatever was outside would help him, somehow. What he didn’t realize was that his purple cage was cracking bit by bit as he banged his little taloned wings against it. Little thread-like splinters were webbing the sides, and soon there would be enough to destroy the integrity of the chrysalis.

He felt a thrumming in his throat, and opened his mouth in the hopes of yelling, but nothing happened, and the thrumming died down almost instantly. He wanted to hurt something now! He wanted to bang his body against the ground and shake until the noise was forced from his lungs. Why couldn’t he communicate? His little mind, still a child’s was already forming the seed of hatred that would spread in his mind like a splinter as he aged. Soon he would discover he had no chance of verbally speaking. And soon this knowledge would become his demise.

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@Baroque
@Thistle

She looked at Baro and nodded. "When I was getting out of my shell, I had to break it open! Maybe the little one inside is too weak to break it? It looks pretty small..." She peered over the chrysalis, putting her ear to it. She didn't hear anything, but that didn't mean much! Maybe they were listening back! The life inside was done with their fermentation, she felt, and she felt as if they wanted out. She remembered the feeling, of the desperation to exit into the waking world. Would they find the world to be disappointing like she did, at first? Or would they find the unknown of the world a wonder, like she did after she woke up fully?

She put her hooves on it, wondering which one she should do! Should she tap on it like Baro said? Or should she put her weight on that weak point to help break it?

And without really meaning to, the choice was made for her. Her weight on the already splintered shell split even more with a sharp and resounding noise, and she fell just a little bit as she shard she was standing on gave way. She jumped back, letting out a sharp noise of surprise, and fell back onto Baro, her lugs all a tumble.

@Oric