Jan 12 2016, 01:24 AM
The darkness had once been comforting, a warm hand to wrap around a growing form. There was silence here. Nothingness. The beginning of her consciousness seemed so long ago now, though it truth it had only been a few days that she was aware of the encroaching darkness. Somehow, it all seemed too much. Like waking from a half remembered dream, only to find that it had been a nightmare. She wanted to shake the darkness. To be rid of it. Something inside cried out to be released. As if the darkness has teeth and could consume her. Perhaps it did.
But it was time to leave now. She was ready. She had been preparing for this. Once half formed claws had learned to flex their way out of small, furred paws. The gem of her tail clicked against the inside of her prison with a nearly echoing sound. She was searching for a weakness in the darkness. Everything has a weakness. She knew that. She did not know how... but she did.
She was curled upon herself, her tiny head tucked against her chest. While she wanted free, there was a certain fear of the unknown. What if what lay beyond the darkness was worse than the darkness itself? "Ailia... you must..." came the whispered voice like a breeze though her mind. Her very conciseness.
A surge of confidence rushed through the tiny being, forced her to fling her paws outward, pressing them against the inner reaches of the confines. Her back pressed against the opposite wall and with a mighty crack, she tumbled head first out to greet the world. The world was dark, and cold. And so she lay there, shivering on the cold, hard ground, waiting for salvation.
@Amaria