ORIGIN

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Time. It was so undeniably precious and many longed for more, mourned when one's time had reached zero or trying to steal and catch an ugly soul off guard to try and make their life last just a tad bit longer. But there was no time. In some ways she was immortal, in others, she simply was not. She was a fraction of a spec in the reality, but being a dreamer made her a god. Her entire being was skeptical, a small nymph against beings so much larger and more powerful then herself and yet she tread upon their sacred land, the soil where they were formed many centuries ago almost gracefully. And here the land beckoned hauntingly, piles of rock scattered across terrains that were seemingly desolate. Here was where the sun turned it back upon the land, here was where the actual result of loneliness came to dwell. It was enticing to view how nothing could turn into something. Sand crested shells collected here and there, sand layered and washed upon by the local sea -- from her perspective. Limbs cradled themselves upon a almost floating base, perception closed tightly in an almost strain. Flexing, twitching, and many other aspects were relevant in formation, relying on blueprints to create life. Something so dangerously simple that her process almost seemed to pause at times in a seemingly skeptical opinion on her mental development.

The night was long and weary, and yet magical all the same. Her young visage seemingly granting the appearance of a calming sensation. The evening within the hours was granted a blessing at the time of the paramour's birth, as she was conceived by the chrysalis. However, all blessings were not happy go lucky. The train of thought casually collided then, a low chill creeping upon the spine of her visage. Consciousness faded slowly toward the neonate, her movements delayed within, and within time, movement became more active, a soft wave of pauses and resistant moving. Chartreuse eyes revealed a world within a cover, and with a short pause, she found herself consistently pushing against the cover. Within moments, however, she would aim to peer around, blurred images from liquid prevented that however, she noted that she was literally pushed up against a stone. Frustration consistently faded into her emotions, movements grazed upon her intelligence, perhaps patience would do the deed.
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Emotions were consistently too powerful to ignore and within such a short time, she found herself almost in a frightened trance. A loud crack echoed throughout the paradise, squirming slightly, it came to her attention that within a short few moments, she was falling. And for a few seconds following the point, she laid still. Tongue lolled out over precious knives, heavy breathe supporting lungs. In advance to this, a soft internal voice came upon her consciousness. 'Morrigan'. "Moorre...Morhgee..." That wasn't quite right, "Morghan...Morrigan!" Much better, however, she surprised even herself within the tone of her voice, not quite knowing how to tame it.

In advance to many different aspects that the recently announced paramour would yet to discover, her movements were justified, simple, limited. Morrigan -- the name that she came to know so well, the only intelligible vocabulary that she knew, became a well known word. And yet, a well known word could have much of a meaning. Lungs expanded and deflated as she struggled to regain much needed breath. Against the ground, the young paramour grasped her muscles and vision, heart rate slowing in a almost resting rate. However, not much so, reclining on her limbs, curiosity granted the majority of recently discovered emotion. Internal thoughts sought out the necessity of survival, or perhaps it was simply her predatory instinct. Either or, her will to find different items and find out more about herself was almost as strong as her will to survive. Morrigan blinked, slowly, subtly almost as if she was trying it out. Processing information was simply way over her head, and within those moments, she would have to pause and rethink her actions.

However, thoughts were limited and she found herself wobbling with her footing. The silence of the afternoon was calming in its on splendor, the beauty gracing the bridges of the land. The only sign of her presence had been the prints of the sand that had laid there and the chrysis, but would soon be washed away just as her life had been in the morning rays when the tide was low, and the cycle was anew. However, her presence had not gone unnoticed to a certain individual, and she nearly fell when the voice came into her little paradise. "Ah... Morrigan, I'm glad t'see ya hatched just fine. I've been sent here to collect you. You have a great future ahead of you." The way the words slipped almost gracefully off her tongue was noted in her mind that she probably had done this before. Scanning over the weasel-like critter for a moment, she found it amusing at how small the thing was. However, she was jealous at how fluently it talked, this confused her since she expected to see a larger creature, not a small one. Well, smaller then her, foresay. She almost would've mistaken it as a baby as well!

"H-hewwo.." Curiosity piqued her interest, however she held her footing. "Do ya understand me or better yet... do ya know who I am?" Narrowing her eyes, she seemingly tilted her head in thought. "I dunno.."