Jun 01 2020, 12:11 AM
Warmth surrounded her. It was the first thing she was aware of as her consciousness dared to stir, a thick limb jostling in place as a red-hot nervous system slowly started back up. The machinations of her muscles did not strain. Her body was isolated in the sap of amber encasing her, and she drifted in and out of sleep through timeless endeavors.
There were no dreams, no sounds or sights other than the faint stirrings of honey moving as she did, her body twisting in place as it struggled to find the spark of magic that it held so dearly onto. It was a soft yet constant drip, however, that truly stirred her mind. Ears flicked as one sense returned to her in the sea of void. Was that a blessing or would the constant tapping drive her mad, now that she could finally hear it?
She would find that it would make no difference as she drifted back unconscious.
When she next awoke, the drip was louder, a drumbeat rather than a tap upon the top of her shell. It pulsed behind her eyes and through her heart, driving through her veins as her body twisted once more. There was no up until then, but as she turned the drip faded; she had turned away from it. Was it a drip? Who was to say what anything was, truly?
Her face contorted, ever so slightly, a sign of returning thought under that thick skull of her's. It was soon washed away, though, as she tossed again, rolling to try and get away from the constant rhythm above her head. Touch was another sense that had been stripped, she discovered, as its return was unceremoniously dropped onto her with a flash of discomfort at her snout busted against a hard surface.
Hard? Drunk on sleep, her eyes blearily struggled to see through the fluid she lay immersed in, a paw raising before her and pressing gently against where she discovered her limit. A wall was laid bare before her in the murky waters. She wasn't awake enough to contemplate, however, eyes fluttering asleep once more as she propped herself against the golden wall before her.
Her personal clock had become a steady stream when she came to notice it next. It pulsed under her paws and against her skin, thrumming through the walls of plastic-feeling amber and reverberating in her skull. Its music had become discordant through age. The vibrations brought to her attention weary muscles borne anew, her jaw flexing as her eyes shut hard. Her body was returning to her, slowly through eons, and she felt the consequence of her stirring forming as fluids flowed over her fur. It persisted everywhere, and her scales ached, her teeth ground anxiously as her body hiccuped in a full restart.
The jostle pushed her constricted body against the confines of her cubicle, and soon she felt the sheer cold it brought with a crack, too. It rivaled the swathes of heat and it curled like frozen tendrils on her skin. Frustration bubbled up and she brought her claws together as close as they could get and strained, reaching for… Something. Warmth? In a heavy sigh her lungs began to spark back to life and her attempt of magic was forgotten with old muscles straining anew once more.
A cough brought more cold over her like a wind. Shuddering, she only managed to choke on water- fresh water, from the taste, but she didn't have time to mull on it. An instinctual panic set in as the sense of drowning enveloped her. Up was a wall, one she shoved through with a few pulses of her arms.
As much as she could have looked like a hair care ad, she burst from the pool of water like a drowned horse, broad torso panting as her head came upon the stream of a waterfall that had woken her. Coughing and sputtering, she dragged herself from her chrysalis, drenched in the amber of it and the freezing wet digging under her skin. Who's idea was it to chrysalize in a pool of water?
She hadn't realized that perhaps the water wasn't there when she had fell asleep. Also- she wasn't sure what made her chrysalize, but dredging through memory she only chalked it up to something foolish that she thankfully didn't remember.
With thousands of years of memory, there's a lot of wiggle room for gaps, after all. And here, too, there was room for more of a gap in the side pocket she'd sequestered in. If she got in before, it must have not been so small the last time she saw it? Sediments had latched to the walls of this wet cave to create a prison cell, one that she made to go through only to find her shoulders bumping against its edges. "C’mon," her deep voice grumbled, the magic she reached for previously flaring underfoot before she tried to shove through with an overheated paw.
Despite the heat, the wall was too slick, and her paw fell away unable to grasp on the surface. Had she lost her strength? Blinking wearily, she looked down to her burning paw and pushed again, finding no grip on the smooth surface.
She grunted and tried a different method, pushing her shoulders into to no effect, barely panting at the effort it brought to her freshly awakening body. She'd just have to use some of that classic Amber tenacity, that's all.
There were no dreams, no sounds or sights other than the faint stirrings of honey moving as she did, her body twisting in place as it struggled to find the spark of magic that it held so dearly onto. It was a soft yet constant drip, however, that truly stirred her mind. Ears flicked as one sense returned to her in the sea of void. Was that a blessing or would the constant tapping drive her mad, now that she could finally hear it?
She would find that it would make no difference as she drifted back unconscious.
When she next awoke, the drip was louder, a drumbeat rather than a tap upon the top of her shell. It pulsed behind her eyes and through her heart, driving through her veins as her body twisted once more. There was no up until then, but as she turned the drip faded; she had turned away from it. Was it a drip? Who was to say what anything was, truly?
Her face contorted, ever so slightly, a sign of returning thought under that thick skull of her's. It was soon washed away, though, as she tossed again, rolling to try and get away from the constant rhythm above her head. Touch was another sense that had been stripped, she discovered, as its return was unceremoniously dropped onto her with a flash of discomfort at her snout busted against a hard surface.
Hard? Drunk on sleep, her eyes blearily struggled to see through the fluid she lay immersed in, a paw raising before her and pressing gently against where she discovered her limit. A wall was laid bare before her in the murky waters. She wasn't awake enough to contemplate, however, eyes fluttering asleep once more as she propped herself against the golden wall before her.
Her personal clock had become a steady stream when she came to notice it next. It pulsed under her paws and against her skin, thrumming through the walls of plastic-feeling amber and reverberating in her skull. Its music had become discordant through age. The vibrations brought to her attention weary muscles borne anew, her jaw flexing as her eyes shut hard. Her body was returning to her, slowly through eons, and she felt the consequence of her stirring forming as fluids flowed over her fur. It persisted everywhere, and her scales ached, her teeth ground anxiously as her body hiccuped in a full restart.
The jostle pushed her constricted body against the confines of her cubicle, and soon she felt the sheer cold it brought with a crack, too. It rivaled the swathes of heat and it curled like frozen tendrils on her skin. Frustration bubbled up and she brought her claws together as close as they could get and strained, reaching for… Something. Warmth? In a heavy sigh her lungs began to spark back to life and her attempt of magic was forgotten with old muscles straining anew once more.
A cough brought more cold over her like a wind. Shuddering, she only managed to choke on water- fresh water, from the taste, but she didn't have time to mull on it. An instinctual panic set in as the sense of drowning enveloped her. Up was a wall, one she shoved through with a few pulses of her arms.
As much as she could have looked like a hair care ad, she burst from the pool of water like a drowned horse, broad torso panting as her head came upon the stream of a waterfall that had woken her. Coughing and sputtering, she dragged herself from her chrysalis, drenched in the amber of it and the freezing wet digging under her skin. Who's idea was it to chrysalize in a pool of water?
She hadn't realized that perhaps the water wasn't there when she had fell asleep. Also- she wasn't sure what made her chrysalize, but dredging through memory she only chalked it up to something foolish that she thankfully didn't remember.
With thousands of years of memory, there's a lot of wiggle room for gaps, after all. And here, too, there was room for more of a gap in the side pocket she'd sequestered in. If she got in before, it must have not been so small the last time she saw it? Sediments had latched to the walls of this wet cave to create a prison cell, one that she made to go through only to find her shoulders bumping against its edges. "C’mon," her deep voice grumbled, the magic she reached for previously flaring underfoot before she tried to shove through with an overheated paw.
Despite the heat, the wall was too slick, and her paw fell away unable to grasp on the surface. Had she lost her strength? Blinking wearily, she looked down to her burning paw and pushed again, finding no grip on the smooth surface.
She grunted and tried a different method, pushing her shoulders into to no effect, barely panting at the effort it brought to her freshly awakening body. She'd just have to use some of that classic Amber tenacity, that's all.