Jul 15 2020, 12:25 PM
Gizmo's chrysalis was an odd sight indeed. It was perfectly smooth, shaped ever so slightly longer than it was wide, and was colored a cloudy pink. It was partially submerged in loose dirt, with a pair of golems meandering nearby -- the smaller of which was responsible for its partial submersion, having apparently reasoned in whatever capacity it could manage that if a chrysalis stuck to dirt, more dirt would certainly be a good thing. Or perhaps it had just felt the urge to dig.
One way or another, the chrysalis was otherwise unguarded. The golems had fended off a couple of Lessers who'd strayed to close and, notably, a curious Greater deer, but otherwise had mostly just been going about their business. The neonate, however, had been experiencing brief flashes of consciousness lately and now the quiet thrumming of magic all around was becoming increasingly irritating, along with the fact that his containment was becoming increasingly cramped. Needless to say, he was ready to leave it.
With little claws perfect for breaking out of an egg, Gizmo started to press at the boundary. A few cracks spiderwebbed up the side, drawing the attention of the golems, but scratching didn't seem to work. Eventually, he figured out that he really needed to unfold himself like a piece of paper, and with a final stretch the chrysalis shattered. A platypus lay in its remnants, eyes glossy and pink like the chrysalis as he tried to get his bearings. While it was perfectly within his capabilities to 'see' those around him through his natural sense for electricity, the latent magic in Polaris was muddying his senses.
The golems were approaching to pick up the wreckage of his chrysalis, but Gizmo wasn't really aware of them except for the sounds of their footfalls. He raised his nose to the air in an absentminded search for water and began to waddle in a random direction, hairless and hungry. Hopefully the first thing to find him would be friendly.
One way or another, the chrysalis was otherwise unguarded. The golems had fended off a couple of Lessers who'd strayed to close and, notably, a curious Greater deer, but otherwise had mostly just been going about their business. The neonate, however, had been experiencing brief flashes of consciousness lately and now the quiet thrumming of magic all around was becoming increasingly irritating, along with the fact that his containment was becoming increasingly cramped. Needless to say, he was ready to leave it.
With little claws perfect for breaking out of an egg, Gizmo started to press at the boundary. A few cracks spiderwebbed up the side, drawing the attention of the golems, but scratching didn't seem to work. Eventually, he figured out that he really needed to unfold himself like a piece of paper, and with a final stretch the chrysalis shattered. A platypus lay in its remnants, eyes glossy and pink like the chrysalis as he tried to get his bearings. While it was perfectly within his capabilities to 'see' those around him through his natural sense for electricity, the latent magic in Polaris was muddying his senses.
The golems were approaching to pick up the wreckage of his chrysalis, but Gizmo wasn't really aware of them except for the sounds of their footfalls. He raised his nose to the air in an absentminded search for water and began to waddle in a random direction, hairless and hungry. Hopefully the first thing to find him would be friendly.