Done. Dealt without anyone. Already best for himself, he's proven to overcome alone. We are too late to write down the dear child's struggles; instead let us watch him- a tiny cub with paws much too large, slumped over. The boy is surrounded by blackened fragments of his chrysalis. An island he sits upon, it's soil soft and warm. The air humid and mist noisy as it bombards the Fornax.
His pelt, one probably never seen before, glistens vermilion that is almost unrealistic. Rosette markings indicate he is jaguar. Between shoulder blades lay sparkling, vibrant freckles of opal. They emit a glow of cerise that match the decorative gems above. There is silence around him. Lids reveal the brimstone orbs that cast rays of powerful light. He understands he is alive.
Slowly coming to life, he shuffles his paws while attempting to stand amongst the mess of crystals that glow scarlet. Muscles too fragile for now, he falls instantly. He must oxygenate his body as he is all too ready to begin his dominations. He eases himself, learning to be patient with himself. Though expectations already high, he tries again. His body is thrusted upwards and his muscles pronounce as his breathing is fuller. Finally, he stands.
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