Jun 01 2015, 07:57 PM
Phineas came in to the world with a resounding crack and a thud as his small body hit the ground.
For a moment, the newborn Gembound was motionless. Save for the rising and falling of his flank, the kitten could've been dead. But just as quickly as he fell, his brilliant turquoise eyes popped open and his immediate world swam blearily in front of his face. He quickly shut them again as nausea crept up through his belly, but it was too late. By the effects of his birth and disorientation, Phineas leaned over the step he was lying on and vomited.
That was enough to clear his head. He had no memories save for the mysterious knowledge that his name was Phineas. There was something else, as well, not so much a memory, but a feeling. A feeling that he was accompanied by thousands and thousands of beings, but his perception of them was just out of reach, as if they were impossible to detect and yet there all the same. It was a crawling feeling up his spine, like being watched, although the kitten couldn't relate to that. Mostly it was overwhelming, but so faint that he couldn't possibly reach out to them. He was not born with grey sense, and so his friends remained barely perceptible to him, and the feeling would fade in an hour as he adjusted until he could no longer sense them at all.
But he could faintly sense them now in the immediate aftermath of his birth where his senses were most heightened, and found them forebording. Without even thinking about what he was doing, the newborn squeezed his eyes shut and wished away the feeling.
Attempts to cast Fauna Cleanse.
Unbeknownst to him, the tiny howlite spurs on his spine pulsed with a low grey light, but nothing much happened. He felt a slight tingling in his paws, like something crawling over them, but just as quickly it faded, leaving Phineas alone with his quickly fading feeling of being surrounded.
For a moment, the newborn Gembound was motionless. Save for the rising and falling of his flank, the kitten could've been dead. But just as quickly as he fell, his brilliant turquoise eyes popped open and his immediate world swam blearily in front of his face. He quickly shut them again as nausea crept up through his belly, but it was too late. By the effects of his birth and disorientation, Phineas leaned over the step he was lying on and vomited.
That was enough to clear his head. He had no memories save for the mysterious knowledge that his name was Phineas. There was something else, as well, not so much a memory, but a feeling. A feeling that he was accompanied by thousands and thousands of beings, but his perception of them was just out of reach, as if they were impossible to detect and yet there all the same. It was a crawling feeling up his spine, like being watched, although the kitten couldn't relate to that. Mostly it was overwhelming, but so faint that he couldn't possibly reach out to them. He was not born with grey sense, and so his friends remained barely perceptible to him, and the feeling would fade in an hour as he adjusted until he could no longer sense them at all.
But he could faintly sense them now in the immediate aftermath of his birth where his senses were most heightened, and found them forebording. Without even thinking about what he was doing, the newborn squeezed his eyes shut and wished away the feeling.
Attempts to cast Fauna Cleanse.
Unbeknownst to him, the tiny howlite spurs on his spine pulsed with a low grey light, but nothing much happened. He felt a slight tingling in his paws, like something crawling over them, but just as quickly it faded, leaving Phineas alone with his quickly fading feeling of being surrounded.