ORIGIN - Little Help, Please? (Hatching)

SPLOTCH

She couldn't see anything.

As she became aware, she knew that.

Everything was dark, with only the slightest greenish tint to it. She squinted, greenish eyes futile-y trying to see anything in the dark. Her claws made clicking sounds as she scrabbled against her prison, trying desperately to break free.

And then, with a crack, she could see light. Her eyes squinted at the sudden onslought, not used to light. But something inside her urged her to go towards the light, and she pushed harder, watching as the light got bigger.

The little pup yelped as the crysalis suddenly gave, tumbling to the floor. The top of her crysalis, matching the emerald gemstone on her belly, hung over her head, and she began to yelp in distress, staggering this way and that. As she stumbled around, she wasn't aware of the plants blooming where her paws rested, leaving a trail of where she'd been going.

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

Deep within a chrysalis , not from the one that had just hatched was a spiky little mammal called a porcupine. It's name was Chacha. Her quills were still soft, being too young for them to harden yet. Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked a few times. Her blue eyes stared at a small crack, she had grown too big for her chrysalis. She pushed against it more and more until the crack grew bigger and she fell out. She lifted her head slowly and looked around, sniffing the air and standing up on her feet. She had been born. Her ears twitched as they met the sound of nothingness. Her blue eyes looked around, until she spotted another creature. Chacha gave a small smile and began to walk over, though she stopped when she heard the soft drumming of her feet pressing against the ground. She tapped her feet to the ground a few times, and she didn't know why, but she seemed to have a natural beat, like she was born to make sound. Her smile widened and she lifted her head up high.

"OH OH OH, Woke up today, with new feelings I can not describe! OH OH OH when I hear that beat, the rhytem of the cave starts calling me. GOOD MORNING NEW FRIEND! Every sound is like a symphony. GOOD MORNING NEW FRIEND! OH OH OH look at my energy, who else's can compare with mine today? OH OH OH, the rats in the cave seem to dance at my feet, they seem to be saying 'Chacha it's up to you!' GOOD MORNING NEW FRIEND! OH OH OH, GOOD MORNING NEW FRIEND! I know every step, I know every beat, when I start to dance, I'm a star! OH OH OH, something inside me makes me move, it's like a drummer inside my heart! GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING!"

Chacha stopped in front of the creature and spun around before stopping and staring at it with her big blue eyes. She didn't know why, but she just felt this feeling in her that she couldn't resist, this pull. She stared at her new friend, waiting for some sort of reaction.

Polaris was so big, Alan had no idea if he was ever going to explore the whole thing. However, since he had made his home here, he figured that he might as well try. He had already gone pretty far in the main area, at least, but there was still much to go. He stopped when he heard a strange sound. Was that singing? A gembound calling? He decided to investigate. He tried to make his feathers glow to light the way, but he was still exhausted from his magic use in his nest and it didn't work. Whatever, it was fine. He could try again later. He headed towards the source of the noise and was overjoyed at the sight of the two new gembounds.

"More life," he whispered, merrily. "There has been so much life these few days. The cave is nearly bursting, isn't it? If more and more keep living, how could it hold so many?" Of course, Alan had no idea that there were, in fact, other caves, as he had never left Polaris. He probably also didn't quite comprehend the scale of the cave, but he left himself in awe anyways.

He turned to the singing one and gave it a big smile. "Your words are like the magic! What is it you are doing? How are you doing it?" He observed the quills covering the porcupine. He wondered if they were spiky. He then turned to the small dog, who seemed scared. He clicked his beak to get its attention. "It is okay, new one," he crooned, "you are among friends. We are welcoming you!" He then noticed the plants that followed its feet and bent down to look at them. "Pretty pretty. Is this your magic? There are so many magics! Some can make mushrooms, others can make lights, like me! And you can make green things sprout. More life, so much life!" All this newness hanging in the air was making Alan so excited. He wondered if these were going to be his new friends. He would love to have more friends and he was happy that he was alive. Life was such a beautiful thing, he wondered if he would ever lose his love for it.

"Hear my voice"
Listen to my thoughts

Tag: @Splotch @Chacha
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SPLOTCH

The little African Wild Dog yelped, shaking her head as she desperately struggled to get the chrysalis from off her head. Finally, she managed to tilt just so, and the top of the chrysalis fell to the ground.

Wide eyes blinked owlishly, trying to get used to being able to see. There was so much around her! So many plants, which seemed to draw her like a moth to flame.

Suddenly, a very... loud noise drew her attention. The pup yelped, jumping in the air and revealing the gem that protruded from her stomach. She stared with wide eyes at the odd little creature, head high and mouth opened wide. Its voice seemed to echo throughout the cave, as she sang energetically.

The pup made an inquisitive sound, tilting her head side to side like a curious pup which, well, she was. Why was the other doing that? It was pretty, but why? Of course, at the moment, she didn't have much of an idea of fun.

Once more, there was a new sound!

An odd looking-bird thing strutted up to them, seeming to say something quieter than she could make out. Her large ears twitched, trying to decipher what he was saying, but failed.

She pouted as the bird turned his attention to the other Gembound, smiling at it. Thankfully, he didn't hesitate to turn his attention to her, attempting to soothe her.

The Wild Dog looked down when he did, noticing for the first time the plants emerging under her paws. She yipped excitedly, jumping up and down. "They're mine!" she confirmed. "I made them!" More and more plants bloomed under her paws.

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'