Jun 29 2016, 05:06 PM
[Hungry? No. || Thirsty? No. || Tired? No. || Dirty? No. || Mood: Neutral]
In Cetus, in the Crags, there lie a very large blue topaz chrysalis, which been slowly forming since the beginning of the emergence of Gembounds. What caused it to begin to crack now, of all times, was only known to the creature who was inside it. And he would never reveal how he knew it was time to come out. Anyone nearby would have begun to hear the sound of rock clacking again rock as the topaz began to rock back and forth. Cracks started to form on the outside of the chrysalis, slowly destroying its beauty. And the eerie sound of whalesong filled the air, echoing strangely in the mist. It sounded far away and close by at the same time, a sort of chirping, moaning sound — some noises high-pitched, and others lower. Some were even impossible for others to hear, though they still caused vibrations in the air. And these vibrations helped to break down the integrity of the topaz chrysalis.
Finally, the beautiful blue gem shattered around its Gembound, and Aura remained still as the fragments of his home rained down around him. What he was thinking no one knew. He seemed frozen to the spot, aside from the occasional bob of his body up and down. He was a very mysterious-looking creature, like some mix between a manta ray and whale. His most striking feature was the bioluminescent glow of his belly and cephalic fins on either side of his mouth. He glowed brightly, looking like an animal with the Aurora Borealis stuck to his underside and around his mouth. If one were flying above him at the time, they would have seen the same smattering of glowing light on his back, like neon blue-green paint splashes. And they might have taken note of the four blowholes on his back, as well.
He continued to sing whale-song as he floated in place, held aloft by the four helium-filled gas chambers in his body, above his stomach. Every once in a while, a hissing sound would escape his body — the telltale sign of helium being released through one of his blowholes. Slowly, he flapped his manta ray-like wings, but he did not move from his spot above the shattered remains of his chrysalis. What he was doing holding still for so long was anyone’s guess.
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In Cetus, in the Crags, there lie a very large blue topaz chrysalis, which been slowly forming since the beginning of the emergence of Gembounds. What caused it to begin to crack now, of all times, was only known to the creature who was inside it. And he would never reveal how he knew it was time to come out. Anyone nearby would have begun to hear the sound of rock clacking again rock as the topaz began to rock back and forth. Cracks started to form on the outside of the chrysalis, slowly destroying its beauty. And the eerie sound of whalesong filled the air, echoing strangely in the mist. It sounded far away and close by at the same time, a sort of chirping, moaning sound — some noises high-pitched, and others lower. Some were even impossible for others to hear, though they still caused vibrations in the air. And these vibrations helped to break down the integrity of the topaz chrysalis.
Finally, the beautiful blue gem shattered around its Gembound, and Aura remained still as the fragments of his home rained down around him. What he was thinking no one knew. He seemed frozen to the spot, aside from the occasional bob of his body up and down. He was a very mysterious-looking creature, like some mix between a manta ray and whale. His most striking feature was the bioluminescent glow of his belly and cephalic fins on either side of his mouth. He glowed brightly, looking like an animal with the Aurora Borealis stuck to his underside and around his mouth. If one were flying above him at the time, they would have seen the same smattering of glowing light on his back, like neon blue-green paint splashes. And they might have taken note of the four blowholes on his back, as well.
He continued to sing whale-song as he floated in place, held aloft by the four helium-filled gas chambers in his body, above his stomach. Every once in a while, a hissing sound would escape his body — the telltale sign of helium being released through one of his blowholes. Slowly, he flapped his manta ray-like wings, but he did not move from his spot above the shattered remains of his chrysalis. What he was doing holding still for so long was anyone’s guess.
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