Feb 21 2018, 05:21 PM
cycles ago had a lone jadelike stone tumbled down from the ceiling of the cave, rolled violently down the edges and finally settled against the ground. it was pale, jade green color, broken up by a muted maroon and then peppered by black spots and stripes, as if it had been corrupted somehow by a malevolent hoofstep and imbued with malevolent energy.
but today, the stone was bringing no ill. today, it brought new life. the large, uneven oval of a rock was fracturing in on itself. like a cracking egg, it was beginning to open.
suddenly, a little leg broke out of the thin side of the egg, piercing through with only one tiny cloven hoof at first but then abruptly giving way all the way up to a bony elbow. if the child were to have been in the outside air, he would have certainly bleated in alarm and the pain of the sharp edges of the rock digging up against the bottom of his leg. instead, the child struggled in silence, wiggling his leg in desperation, pushing his weak new muscles to their limits.
for all his effort, the chrysalis began to crack more around him, the little hole where his hoof had slipped through breaking out in shards like glass. soon the spiderwebbing of fractures was too much, and finally the chrysalis simply shattered in a hole large enough for its slimy contents to pour out. along with, of course, a very wiggly and wet little fawn.
stricken with adrenaline, but dazed and tired, the child did not waste any time trying to push himself off the ground with his wobbly legs. he struggled briefly to gather control of all of them at once, but the ordeal was surprisingly short--were anyone who was familiar with fawns to see his work, they may have been impressed at how short of a time it took him to stand!--but, unfortunately, that was a rather unlikely case in the caves.
once he was up, he did not move, all of his energy and willpower focused on staying upright. at the slightest movement, his legs threatened to cave under him. with nothing much else to do, the infant fawn stood standing there, as if he was frozen in fear. waiting for something. perhaps it was simply for the strength to get going, but perhaps it was also for someone else; perhaps, gnawing at his throat, was a need for companionship.
whatever the case, he waited.
notes: all welcome, sorry it's a bit rushed at the end, i have no food and i need to go grocery shopping lmao
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but today, the stone was bringing no ill. today, it brought new life. the large, uneven oval of a rock was fracturing in on itself. like a cracking egg, it was beginning to open.
suddenly, a little leg broke out of the thin side of the egg, piercing through with only one tiny cloven hoof at first but then abruptly giving way all the way up to a bony elbow. if the child were to have been in the outside air, he would have certainly bleated in alarm and the pain of the sharp edges of the rock digging up against the bottom of his leg. instead, the child struggled in silence, wiggling his leg in desperation, pushing his weak new muscles to their limits.
for all his effort, the chrysalis began to crack more around him, the little hole where his hoof had slipped through breaking out in shards like glass. soon the spiderwebbing of fractures was too much, and finally the chrysalis simply shattered in a hole large enough for its slimy contents to pour out. along with, of course, a very wiggly and wet little fawn.
stricken with adrenaline, but dazed and tired, the child did not waste any time trying to push himself off the ground with his wobbly legs. he struggled briefly to gather control of all of them at once, but the ordeal was surprisingly short--were anyone who was familiar with fawns to see his work, they may have been impressed at how short of a time it took him to stand!--but, unfortunately, that was a rather unlikely case in the caves.
once he was up, he did not move, all of his energy and willpower focused on staying upright. at the slightest movement, his legs threatened to cave under him. with nothing much else to do, the infant fawn stood standing there, as if he was frozen in fear. waiting for something. perhaps it was simply for the strength to get going, but perhaps it was also for someone else; perhaps, gnawing at his throat, was a need for companionship.
whatever the case, he waited.
notes: all welcome, sorry it's a bit rushed at the end, i have no food and i need to go grocery shopping lmao
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