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Cerys Deschain
The night is dark and full of terrors


Later on, the little pup wouldn't be able to recall the feeling of being in the Chrysalis. She could feel her surroundings, was aware of not quite being aware of it all, but she was live and her brain began to formulate its first thoughts.

Out.

She wanted out of this shimmering red prison.

"Cerys." Called a disembodied voice and the little dog fidgeted and moved in her chrysalis, trying to get to the voice. "Come." Cerys' hind legs twitched with a sudden energy and she broke a part of her chrysalis, the fluid inside draining out and flushing the pup out into the world with it.
Gasping for air, Cerys curled in on herself, trying to regain her breathing. Her senses were assaulted by so many things at once, even though her eyes were yet to open.

Slowly Cerys blinked the fluid out of her eyes, revealing dark, reddish brown eyes. She looked upwards and saw the twinkling stars above, lights thrown off of the many crystals lining the ceiling. Afterwards, she'd look back on being born under this very sight and tell herself that leading was her fatality.
It was her destiny, easy as that.

"Cerys." The pup mumbled through lips that felt like lead, not used to the foreign way in which they curled around the first word she'd heard. If the word had a meaning, it was lost on her. She chose it as her name because it felt right to do so, for whatever reason.

Somewhere else in the large, "starlit" room, a small pebble scraped against the ground. Perhaps a gust of wind had toppled it over from a perched position - or someone had accidently (or on purpose) walked over it. Whichever the case, Cerys rolled onto her stomach and peered down from the throne, not yet trusting her legs to hold her weight if she tried to stand.
She barked, and it came out high-pitched but echoed off the walls for a moment. Whoever else was in the room couldn't miss her presence now.


Since her re-emergence into the caves, Equinox had been wandering, driven by little more than instinct and the impulses that seemed to flow throughout her very being. she vaguely remembered life before the darkness, life before her long, long sleep... but mostly, everything had faded away. Now only a vague impression of warmth remained. No regrets, no aches or nerves; nothing to indicate sapience.

Whether she really was or had been intelligent would be hard for another to tell by just watching quietly. For all the world as she strode, her neck arched proudly and serpentine tail coiling behind her as she left a trail of oozing slime in her track, the draconian being seemed content to be and that's how it seemed she'd stay, at least for a time. She carried with her an alien graceas she moved, legs bending and stretching to accomodate her immense weight and spine flexing as though there were no bones there at all. And then her wings; oozing and trickling with oily goop, yet appearing for all the world like black leaves encrusted with dew.

As the immense being moved through Orion, she kept pausing, swinging her great neck upwards to scan her surroundings and then gaze with red-tinted vision up towards the stars. It was as she strode that one forepaw knocked a large rock flying, and her neck immediately snapped down to peer at it begrudgingly. A small, high-pitched bark followed, and Equinox stood in silence for a time, before approaching slowly. Pausing in the darkness as the strange Gembound came into view, Equinox stretched out her neck. Out and out it extended until she could peer down on the tiny puppy from in between her jaws, her body soon following her elegant neck out from the darkness as her head remained where it was. A gurgling purr resonated in her chest, seemingly a greeting.

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"Speech looks like this."
"Thoughts looks like this."

tags: @Cerys
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