Jan 16 2016, 10:54 PM
They say things happen on an already planned schedule. Everything is pre-determined. How the wind howled against walls, how it will ultimately transform the cave into something different, a mark of what it has happened. If that truly is the case, whatever flowering lifeform that was encased in the chrysalis latched onto the wall has already had it's fate pre-determined, behind it's back. There is no difference between when it is in comatose state and when it emerges. Or maybe, in its transformation it will be able to break out of this cycle as it breaks the chains of its current confinement.
Wind howling. Crack.
The whirr of the twister in the background. Crack.
Unearthly silence. Shatter.
The ripple affect had begun, and so had the timer. Life-force born from the un-living fell ungracefully onto the floor. The exchange was done, but at what price? Would it be worth it?
The creature that lay amongst shattered shards was pitifully small, hardly capable of being anything important in such a big and expansive world as the cave system before it. It was almost as if the body was rejected from the cave’s being like it was an unwanted runt - or maybe taking some cruel bet.
It took a while for movement to stir within the creature. Definitely hours, maybe more, who could really tell down here? As consciousness begun to sink in, drawing it from its ignorant bliss, it’s wiry tail curled with base instinct.
The living creature looked like a small stone with it's grey colouring, the only difference being it's white ghostly mask of a face and yellow eyes glowing in the dim light of the cave. It looked pure and innocent, a blank slate to be molded into whatever their fate had in store for them - bad or good, there was no preference. The simplest of thoughts were starting to form in his mind, but they all were typically themed towards one thing - to investigate his surroundings. The hunger for more than what was before him brought his haunched self slowly to a poor attempt at a stand.
Obsessed by what ravishing sights he may come across, he attempted to ascend rocks and protruding stoned spikes, nearly sliping more than once with his poor coordination, yet not being discouraged by his potential fall. Ever increasing pain in his inexperienced bones, the agile bodied new-born pressed forward, aided by his tail, and driven by the innate instinct to be as far away from the ground as possible. It was an unquenchable desire and he didn’t have the willpower to fight against it.
By the time he realized that his body could take it no longer, he had climbed up very high, using the uneven surface of the cave walls. Squinting yellow eyes giving way to blurred vision, he studied above into the darkenss of he upper crevices, and at the bareness of the ground far below and concluded that he was well and truly trapped. It didn't bother him as much as it should have done however, perhaps because he was still at the stage of developing a sound common sense.
Then he was distracted by something new in his line of vision. The first time he had sensed movement in the area that wasn’t his own, and his curiosity was peaked.
It was decided. The first living creature he identified in this new environment would be his new mission and his new companion and everything will be okay and nothing will ever go wrong ever again. This creature will be his friend and they will show him everything there is... surely?
He thought about this blissfully, whilst his new, still undeveloped senses betrayed him in how they weren’t telling him how he was slowly sliding off of the ledge, something his frail body probably would not appreciate. The fall would most likely cause considerable damage. Would fate be so cruel?
Wind howling. Crack.
The whirr of the twister in the background. Crack.
Unearthly silence. Shatter.
The ripple affect had begun, and so had the timer. Life-force born from the un-living fell ungracefully onto the floor. The exchange was done, but at what price? Would it be worth it?
The creature that lay amongst shattered shards was pitifully small, hardly capable of being anything important in such a big and expansive world as the cave system before it. It was almost as if the body was rejected from the cave’s being like it was an unwanted runt - or maybe taking some cruel bet.
It took a while for movement to stir within the creature. Definitely hours, maybe more, who could really tell down here? As consciousness begun to sink in, drawing it from its ignorant bliss, it’s wiry tail curled with base instinct.
The living creature looked like a small stone with it's grey colouring, the only difference being it's white ghostly mask of a face and yellow eyes glowing in the dim light of the cave. It looked pure and innocent, a blank slate to be molded into whatever their fate had in store for them - bad or good, there was no preference. The simplest of thoughts were starting to form in his mind, but they all were typically themed towards one thing - to investigate his surroundings. The hunger for more than what was before him brought his haunched self slowly to a poor attempt at a stand.
Obsessed by what ravishing sights he may come across, he attempted to ascend rocks and protruding stoned spikes, nearly sliping more than once with his poor coordination, yet not being discouraged by his potential fall. Ever increasing pain in his inexperienced bones, the agile bodied new-born pressed forward, aided by his tail, and driven by the innate instinct to be as far away from the ground as possible. It was an unquenchable desire and he didn’t have the willpower to fight against it.
By the time he realized that his body could take it no longer, he had climbed up very high, using the uneven surface of the cave walls. Squinting yellow eyes giving way to blurred vision, he studied above into the darkenss of he upper crevices, and at the bareness of the ground far below and concluded that he was well and truly trapped. It didn't bother him as much as it should have done however, perhaps because he was still at the stage of developing a sound common sense.
Then he was distracted by something new in his line of vision. The first time he had sensed movement in the area that wasn’t his own, and his curiosity was peaked.
It was decided. The first living creature he identified in this new environment would be his new mission and his new companion and everything will be okay and nothing will ever go wrong ever again. This creature will be his friend and they will show him everything there is... surely?
He thought about this blissfully, whilst his new, still undeveloped senses betrayed him in how they weren’t telling him how he was slowly sliding off of the ledge, something his frail body probably would not appreciate. The fall would most likely cause considerable damage. Would fate be so cruel?