ORIGIN - Like an open book [HATCHING]

Pages: 1 2 3

[this is a continuation of THIS THREAD: /showthread.php?tid=9578 ]

the emerald chrysalis hidden within the chambers of canis shifted, ever so slightly.

the child within it slowly awoke, the eyes covering its body and the book that floated in the liquid above its neck blinked in confusion, a low hiss emitting from the many mouths that seemed to have formed.

it had no coherent toughts, at the moment. the only thing it- no, HE felt, at the moment, was hunger and a horrible wave of pure annoyance. fitting, truly.

the child kicked and clawed at the chrysalis till, in a flurry of limbs and a surprised shriek, it fell to the floor. the immediate, undeniable chill of cold from the wind made the creature whimper pathetically, searching for warmth, grabbing at anything it could in its confusion, until- oh, whats this?

eyes blinked open once more with a shiver as the child looked at the pile of what seemed to be.. clothes? was that the word? the child wouldn't know, but it did take a moment to realize how to put them on. it was almost hilarious, should someone be watching, watching this terrible little boy attempt to put on the provided attire, but it eventually figured it out. he hummed comfortable, the cold still present but aided by its warmth. the other thing he seemed to be confused by was the handkerchief and the watch. lifting his shirt, he simply opened a pocket to store them in, until he figured something out later, a horrible squelch as it opened and then closed again, the flesh as if it had never been torn in the first place.

he looked around, the book now floating mere inches above his neck. now, where was he?

Vanyel was having a bit of fun. He'd fun from his mother just that morning, giggling like the little imbecile he was. He'd been wearing nothing at all as he toddled around butt-naked, gleeful and unstoppable.

At least until he'd been caught and dressed, put into a little shirt with holes in the back for his wings, and a pair of shorts that would hopefully stay intact as he ran around doing his thing. He'd ditched the shirt as soon as he was able, his scales itching from his first molt, so his brown skin and bluish-grey scales were exposed to the open air. Where there weren't scales was instead hard, thick skin, but soft as mink fur. It wouldn't be stopping any arrows until he was over, but it protected him from thorns and bug bites.

The little demon leapt over a rock and swished his tail behind him, wings flapping so that he landed lightly, unable to fly just yet. He could glide for short distances and get himself off the ground, but anything more than that and he toppled forward and faceplanted.

So for now he was grounded.

Vanyel wandered through Canis, eyeing everything, exploring where he could. His mother would come along eventually to bring him home, but he had time until then to do as he wished. He had the comfort of a warm nest and his mother to snuggle up to at the end of a long day of exploration, and it seemed as if that kept him grounded more than his thin wings did.

”There once was an elf with a balding head,” he crowed, half singing and half yelling, making up the words as he went along, ”With big old ears and a well-used bed. When he wasn't on his ass he was sucking up gravies and he couldn't get no luck with any of the ladies.”

He stopped as he spotted a colorful rock on the ground, swooping down to pick it up, inspecting the thing before pocketing it for later. He could give it to his mum as a present!

”He had a big fat belly that wobbled like jelly,” he sang, ”And a great hooked nose and fancy, stuck-up clothes. His attitude was terrible and his conversation bearable and he made everybody say, 'Oh lawd there he goes!'”

Vanyel did a little dance to his own song, a ridiculous thing that made fun of the characters he played pretend with. The fat man who terrorized the village he, a handsome and brave knight, swore to protect. It kept him entertained and rhyming kept his brain working when nothing exciting caught its attention.

If anyone heard, he didn't give a care, and kept on singing as he explored the chambers of Canis.

@Barnabus

The boy wobbled slghtly as he stood up for longer than a few seconds, a true acomplishment in his eyes.

he stumbled, attempting to wiggle out of the little hidey-hole he seemed to have hatched in, deciding it was time to see new things. curse whatever force that be that decided he of all things deserved to hatch away from the light of day! how rude.

as he walked out from his hiding place, he couldnt deny the moving shape of another creature some distance away from him. with a small gasp, he rushed behind one of the large rocks, watching carefully, anxious to make himself known quite yet.

he followed the creature, moving behind other rocks as he could to avoid being seen, listening to the other boy's song. he couldn't help but laugh, he didn't understand alot of it, but even he could appreciate the inherent mockery in its tone. he giggled, loud enough to hear, covering his mouth in a panic once he realized such fact.

time to see if this creature was friend or foe, he supposed!

@Vanyel

Vanyel grinned as he heard a laugh, turning to face the direction the sound had come from. He smiled and crept around to the side, giggling to himself.

”Mister elf had a temper and nobody knew him better than his dear ol' mistress with hair like butter,” he sang, skipping along, eyes in the direction of the rock, ”He hated when you laughed and hated when you cried but when it came to insults he was daft.”

He approached the rock Barnabus hid behind, ”He had eyes like a toad and could barely follow a road, and happiness and joy were forebode.”

He peered over the rock and grinned down at the other, putting his hand on his chin and his elbow on the rock, ”Howdy. You like my song? Made it up myself!”

@Barnabus

the child's mood brightened as, instead of aggression, it was met with more song, although it did get closer, which was a tad intimidating, but he was up to a challenge if it needed, why wouldn't he be! he totally wasn't cowering a few minutes ago. not at all.

he laughed, looking up as Vanyel rounded the corner, nodding. well, nodding best he could. the book bobbed in place approvingly. he thought, for a moment, and the first words he dared to form bubbled at the edge of one of his tongues. which one? vanyel couldn't see.

"Name?" he asked, simply, holding out a hand to shake.

@Vanyel

Vanyel grinned and took Barnabus's hand, shaking it, ”Vanyel Songwing. Nice to meet you. Name?”

He teased lightly in reply, eyes crinkling merrily. The boy was chubby with youth, with rounded cheeks and bare arms that were weirdly proportioned, slim near the wrists and thicker at the shoulders, and he had some baby fat around his middle too. All would be burned off as he grew, fat turning to muscle that would cover his slim, athletic frame.

His tail swished behind him, eyes looking Barnadbus up and down, noting similarities. They were both humanoid in appearance, and where he had wings and a tail, Barnabus had that odd book for a head, floating above a neck that was attached to nothing. Weird!

@Barnabus

Barnabus's book tilted slightly, considering how long Vanyel's name was. was that all one word? did he have two names? why would anyone need more than one name? he supposed it sounded cool, and he did see the creative freedom in such a thing. but he thinks he only needs one, for now.

whats it gonna be? it has to be something good, not too short but not too long, like Vanyel's was.

every mouth at once seemed to chime in harmony as the idea struck him, creating an odd, eerie echo. "Barnabus!" he said. it wasn't anything spectacular, but it was a name, and a good one at that. it made him sound cool and fancy.

he hummed, kicking the ground with his feet, looking around. canis was kinda empty right now save for the two of them. how boring.
"what are you doing here?" he asked. simple enough.

@Vanyel

”Exploring,” he answered simply, ”I live in a different cave, but seeing the same thing every day gets so... boring. So I thought I'd explore and sing songs and do what I want!”

Vanyel hopped onto the top of the rock and crossed his legs, peering down at the other, ”What about you, Barnabus? I like your clothes by the way, where'd you get 'em?”

He flashed a friendly smile and let himself fall backwards, toppling and landing on his feet before overbalancing and falling onto his bum with a squawk. He'd meant to be a lot cooler than that.

He hopped up and grinned sheepishly, ”I uh... meant to do that.”

@Barnabus

he paused. "i dont know! uhm.." he said, trying to figure out the words. "i just hatched! they were there next to it when i did, i think"

he tried to think, again. he surprised himself, a little, with how many words seems to pour out once given the chance. he must just be smart!

he lights up at the mention of another cave. "there's more places? where are they? which do you live in?" he asked, questions rapid fire as he bounced in excitement. canis was so dull! why would vanyel wanna come here? all it was is dust and bones, from the looks of it. if the other caves were any better, he wanted to go there immediately.

"why come here?? its lame." he said, with a small hint of disgust. really, if you could be anywhere else, why here?

@Vanyel

Vanyel blew a raspberry, ”Aw man, I wish I'd had clothes sitting next to me when I hatched, especially ones like those, they're super cool!”

He looked around Canis and shrugged, ”I dunno, it was different. It's kind of like how you feel, I saw only my cave, thought it was lame, and left. But I live in Eridanus. It's all jungle, trees everywhere and it's always kind of wet. Mom loves the dampness and I don't mind it but my bruncle likes heat and dry air better I think.”

He scratched at his chin and shrugged, ”There's more places but I haven't really seen them much. What would you do if you went exploring?”

@Barnabus

Pages: 1 2 3