ORIGIN - Emergence of the Destructive

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From deep within the cave of Cetus, a pink chrysalis, made of Morganite, began to crack. Splinters appeared, and before long, a small caracal tumbled out. They scrambled up and looked around. They could hardly see anything, it was so misty. It was wet where they stood, much to their annoyance. The gave a shake and began walking, taking a single step forward.

Clack!

They froze. What was that? After some time, from which they heard nothing, they took another step. No sound. Another...

Clack!

There it was again. It only came when they stepped with their right paw... They sat down and looked at their right paw. Sure enough, it was pink, and made of a shiny substance. They sat on their haunches and managed to look at the other paw and see that the claws were black before they fell over, unbalanced. They quickly scrambled back up and looked around, eyes narrowed. How were they supposed to do anything when it was so misty? They gave a huff of disapproval, but began walking. They sheathed their claws, but the pink ones still poked out a bit and gave a faint clink against the ground with each step.

As they walked along, they wondered if anyone was nearby. They sniffed the air, but it was near impossible to find out if anyone was nearby, much to their annoyance. Maybe they'd find someone later. For now, they began walking, hardly being able to see more than a foot in front of them.

Macawi was once again in Cetus, though she did not exactly remember the last time she had been there. Perhaps… the Children of Rot meeting? Where she had seen Czernobog again, and met Eve… Yes, she thought that was probably it. She didn’t know how she had managed to see anything the last time she was here. Had it been this foggy last time? She couldn’t remember. She hadn’t been here here, she’d been… by the huge tree in the center of the swamp. So this particular place was not familiar to her. Some might find the mist creepy. Macawi just thought it was rather irritating — especially when she heard clacking noises up ahead and couldn’t see what or who was making them!

“Hello?” she called through the mist, her voice echoing eerily so that it sounded as if it were nearby and far away at the same time. She tried to push an orb of light outward in front of her to see better. It was not her best spell work, though, and was not very strong. It helped a little, but not as much as she would have hoped. She pushed forward, trying to see whatever was making the clacking sounds, and shifted the Orb so it was above her head instead of in front of her. So far, she wasn’t having much luck…

"Speech"

Words: 226 @Imperia

Imperia Who's there?

Imperia continued waking until something caught their attention. It was a voice. So someone was nearby! But where? After some looking around, they saw a very faint orb of light. Slowly, they walked over toward it. The clack of their claws annoyed them, but they didn't know how to stop it. Their claws were retracted as far as they could make them, and yet the pink ones still poked out! They gave a huff of frustration.

As they neared to ball of light, they could make out a shape. It was someone who was taller than them, which was to be expected, since they had just hatched. Imperia stared up at them when they could see them, their held tilted. They thought about saying something, but decided against it. What could they say? A hello? That seemed so pointless! So they said nothing, just watched.

"Listen to me."

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@Macawi

Ah! And finally, through the mist, Macawi could see the reason for the clacking noises. It was a small creature — a cat… Macawi knew other cats. But this cat reminded her of a fox instead… With its pink claws that made constant clacking noises on the ground, this cat reminded her of a Fox named Todd… His name was Todd, right? The little silver fox she had spoken to some time ago… who’d been jumping up and down, as she recalled. She wondered briefly what had become of him, but then her focus returned to the cat before her. It looked… like a baby.

“A newcomer!” she said happily, and Tangak, sitting on her head, gave a peep of greeting. “How wonderful! And what a great place to be!” She looked around the creepy swamp, feeling right at home. Not much was creepy to her, to be honest. “How long ago were you born, little one? Can This One speak yet?” Oh, Macawi was just so excited, like always! Babies always made her feel happy! She was glad that new Gembounds were still being created with the Magic of the Caves. It would be a sad day if that ever stopped happening…

"Speech"

Words: 202 @Imperia

Imperia Of course I can speak

Imperia looked at the coyote, slightly wary. A...newcomer? Was that what they were? They were new, yes, so they supposed that must be what they were. And...this, a great place to be? Imperia glanced around. Perhaps, to someone who liked places like this. Alas, the caracal did not. Then again, it was great for sneaking up on someone...

Speak...? Of course they could speak! At least...they were pretty sure they could. Of course they could, how could they not! Just gotta...say something... "Of course I can speak. What do you take me for, an idiot?" they grunted. There! They could speak. Of course.

"What kind of...whatever we, are can't speak? It's not hard at all." Imperia scowled up at the coyote. They looked around before looking back at the other. "Where...Where are we?" They hated having to ask a question, but sometimes it was just necessary. Or maybe it wasn't. Who knows?

"Listen to me."

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@Macawi

Macawi laughed at the little creature’s attitude. “Ah! A fiery one, Macawi sees!” She laughed again. “Coyote likes This One’s spirit! Though it may get you into trouble in time… Mm. But Macawi is not This One’s mother, so do not mind her.” She grinned down at the caracal, turning her head to the side to splash a rainbow on the ground from the reflection of light against the gem in her cheek. Unfortunately, it was so foggy here that her trademark greeting did not work. So instead she winked, and then sat down in front of the kitten, tilting her head and listening to the Gembound’s question.

“We are in a place called Cetus, a very large swamp within the Origin Caves. The Caves are where all of us live. There doesn’t seem to be anything beyond them, and if there is, we have not found an exit from the Caves, so it matters not.” She paused, thinking. “Macawi cannot even imagine a place beyond the Caves… She has no idea what such a place might look like. How does one imagine something one has never seen if one has no description to work with…?” She looked down at the caracal. “Forgive Macawi her wandering mind. Sometimes she is not always… here. But never mind! What is This One’s name? Do you have one?”

"Speech"

Words: 225 @Imperia

Imperia 'course I got a name

Imperia snorted at the coyote's words. Get themselves into trouble? As if they'd listen to her! One day, they wanted to be well known throughout...wherever they are. Everyone would fear them! They'd get into so many battles, and it will be great. They'll win them all! Every single one. At least, they planned to anyway. And of course it would happen!

They began to listen to the coyote, Macawi, was it? They were pretty sure she had called herself Macawi. Not that they were listening all that much. So they lived in a bunch of caves. How boring. They were so bored by this. Stop listening. Don't listen to this coyote. She's rambling on and speaking nonsense. Eventually, she stopped talking, only to speak once more. Did they have a name? Of course they had a name!

...Did they have a name? Alright, quick, think! What was their name? They thought for a moment before a name came to mind. Imperia. Well, better than nothing! "...Imperia," they said with absolutely no hints of hesitation. None at all. What hesitation? There was none here. They knew exactly what they were saying, all of the time.

"Listen to me."

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@Macawi

The little coyote — who was still little despite being fully grown — waited patiently for the caracal to reveal her name. Macawi didn’t know that the little cat was genderfluid. In her mind, the creature was a She, though that might change over time. It took a moment, but the cat finally revealed her name, and Macawi smiled down at her in joy. “Imperia…” she echoed, getting a feel for the name. “A name with power… Hmm…” The coyote studied Imperia closely for a moment, and then she asked, “What is This One’s Magic? Macawi’s is Light, as you can probably tell from the Orb above coyote’s head. With a name like Imperia, Macawi is sure your Magic is a strong one!”

"Speech"

Words: 121 @Imperia

Imperia Magic? What magic?

A name with power? Good. That's exactly what Imperia wanted. Power. The word filled her with excitement, however she didn't show it. She then blinked. Magic..? She had magic? She glanced up at the orb of light. Could she do that? She hoped not, it seemed awfully boring. She wanted something much better! Something with more power! She didn't know what her magic was. Maybe she could try doing something with her magic? It was worth a try, surely.

So she closed her eyes and tried to summon her magic, hoping it would work. She continued hoping, but nothing happened. Why didn't anything happen? She gave a huff of frustration. Could she try again? ...Was there even anything to try? She sighed and flopped down. What was her magic? She glanced up at Macawi. Had she done something wrong? Would the weird coyote know what it was?

"Listen to me."

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@Macawi

Macawi once again waited patiently to see whether Imperia would be able to cast any Magic spells. But after a few moments, when nothing happened, and the caracal looked up at her with a frustrated and confused expression, the coyote pursed her lips in sympathy. “Do not worry, little one. Everyone has times when their Magic seems to fail them. Even Macawi! She does not know why spells fail sometimes, but they do, and it is completely natural.” Macawi smiled then, trying to look encouraging. “Why don’t you try again? Focus on your gem, the pink claws that make the clacking sound. That is your gem. It holds all of your Magic Power, as well as your Life Energy. Macawi finds that focusing on it sometimes helps her Magic come out.”

Macawi gave a nod of encouragement, and waited to see whether Imperia would even go along with it. She didn’t seem the type to give up easily, that was for sure. The coyote wondered in the back of her mind when she had become so motherly, but she quickly pushed that thought away. She would be a terrible mother! She was far too weird to properly care for young ones! No, no, no, best not to think such things…

"Speech"

Words: 210 @Imperia

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