Jun 30 2015, 03:49 AM
Steadily inhaling, Louie was on full alert for any sign of another life form as he traversed the cave line with precision. Only a week off three cycles, he was growing into his own and his adult mind had almost fully matured. Clucking his tongue, he gritted his teeth and moved slowly along the steep angled drop to the rapids below. Wind echoed in the many caverns and stalactites that made up the roof of their home. No, he hadn't spent much time pondering what lay beyond them as he had never seen the sky before, he didn't know any world other than this and so all his attention was on what was out of the norm here in Origin cave.
The Core.
Now with a mechanical beast that seemed to "power" the caverns, he felt the earth beneath his paws begin a gentle slope downwards the generator hummed away happily where it was nestled. Head raised, his eyes greedily took in the dark shadow and steady ripple of the surface tension of the water. No one yet quite understood what it meant, same with the carvings he had become so obsessed with. This thirst for knowledge and power over others drove him to study, to work and then to ultimately win at whatever game they were playing. His game was kill or be killed.
Not one to cause too much trouble, the virus he was harbouring deep within his gut was his prized possession at this point in time. All it would take was him to spit up a glob into this body of water and maybe then he could cause some real damage. But now wasn't the time to be murdering others. On the bank of the river, his paws were slightly submerged as he let out another steady breath, preparing to dip his head under the water so he could actually glimpse the whirring machine as its cogs moved in a circular motion.
The Core.
Now with a mechanical beast that seemed to "power" the caverns, he felt the earth beneath his paws begin a gentle slope downwards the generator hummed away happily where it was nestled. Head raised, his eyes greedily took in the dark shadow and steady ripple of the surface tension of the water. No one yet quite understood what it meant, same with the carvings he had become so obsessed with. This thirst for knowledge and power over others drove him to study, to work and then to ultimately win at whatever game they were playing. His game was kill or be killed.
Not one to cause too much trouble, the virus he was harbouring deep within his gut was his prized possession at this point in time. All it would take was him to spit up a glob into this body of water and maybe then he could cause some real damage. But now wasn't the time to be murdering others. On the bank of the river, his paws were slightly submerged as he let out another steady breath, preparing to dip his head under the water so he could actually glimpse the whirring machine as its cogs moved in a circular motion.