Vargas offered a grunt, and then eyed the squealing child. He let out a short, half-amused laugh.
"Good luck with them," he offered, with a brief shake of his head.
He was already moving out, and planning. He'd get food for them--and then go back to Cetus, and watch the other oily stone. His own creations were due to hatch any time.
Hopefully they, in their extraordinary power, wouldn't kill Alpha and its own spawn in the meantime.
exit Vargas (little does he know-)
As the zoisite grub got its grip on the earth, something huge and dark as a monster landed on top of its assailant-- and maybe this should have been seen as a good thing, but it wasn't at all.
The dark, oozy creature was black as the darkest shadow, and filled the zoisite with a sudden feeling of fear. Without any context for what the massive black wave could be, it could only think that it was next to be getting tackled, and with such horrible wailing coming from its pudgy, toddler sibling, the zoisite was thrown into a panic, too.
Its purple-reddish exoskeleton flashed with another hot, bright yellow glow, flaring with warning for the darkness to stay back. Pincers clacked together as it scuttled backward, soft quills poking outward among a sea of short, coarse crimson fluff.
Unlike its noisy sibling, however, the zoisite made no noise, scared into silence but for the tactile clacking of talons on stone and pincers shuttering.
idk who to tag im sorry yall getting it
Oh, Wow! This thing was loud! The loudest creature it had encountered yet! Which wasn't really saying much, but it was still rather impressive to the young swamp beast.
It allowed itself to be pushed away by the selenite, but not without a final heart nuzzle and a growl that was mean as affectionate but could very well be taken as threatening or aggressive. It got to its feet, its tail wagging much like an excited dog's. This made the newly hatched gembound balance even worse, and it wobbled slightly as it stared down at it's siblings.
It's attention shifted from the loud one to the spikey one, who was now a glowy one. Woah! It hadn't known creatures could glow like that- sure, the other two big ones had glowy bits, but this was different! The entire insectoid creature had emitted a brief, beautiful golden glow.
It was completely unaware of the fear and "tragedy" it had caused, but vaguely aware it should be gentle to creatures smaller than it. So it, much more carefully and gently this time, lowered it's head to nose-boop the Zoisite's closest pincher. It let out another playful growl before flopping onto it's stomach, its legs sticking out and its tail
still wagging happily.
@V-Zoisite-One @V-Selenite-One @Orthoclase-Alpha
Good luck. Alpha had half the mind to growl, and curbed that response just in time for it to read as a plain grunt.
So, it settled in to watch the spawn get to know each other and themselves. Given all their screeching and bumbling movements, the Overseer saw no worth in addressing them. It certainly wasn't because that would be drawing attention to itself and making it a target for the little things.
Not at all.
The orthoclase just laid down some distance away, watching and making idle observations; the most glaring was the oddity of the zoisite and selenite. The former was upside-down, fumbling constantly to have its head tilted up when it was clearly not suited to it. The latter was simply clumsy and not as strong as its clutchmates. Either could be fixed in time, maybe, but... at least they all had potential.
alpha'll just be watching! tag if any of the kids are interacting with it uwu
The zoisite grub stared from the floor, rolled on to its back. Perfectly still, its six golden eyes watched the Selenite scramble higher and higher. It was transfixed by the movement, but all the more so by the vast roof above it.
It felt distinctly like it was on the ceiling, and the floor was above it. Gravity was a foreign concept, so how did it really know what was up or down?
Before it could contemplate much further, the selenite began to cry, and the sound was terrifying. It startled the grub into a squirming fit as it spent several moments struggling from its back to its legs once more, soft grub flesh prickling and delicate, barely formed quills rattling.
V-Zoisite-One scrambled away, six stumbling bird feet ambling along clumsily until it found a hole to crawl into. It quickly burrowed its way down into the nearby warren, vanishing from view from the overwhelming alarm of danger that was being cast into the air.
Better to be safe, than sorry, especially while it was just a little grubling.
@V-Labradorite-One
:pensive: im just gonna exit cause..... i think we are well past the point of writing these absolute babies as tiny babies...