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sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Liora - Oct 27 2015 Darkness. Quiet - for now. Nothing had happened for a long time. Then she became aware, but still nothing happened. She couldn't hear anything beyond the darkness, maybe the occasional voice, but she couldn't recognize it as a voice. She couldn't feel much of anything either, which felt inherently wrong. As if she should be. But she didn't know what comprised her, she didn't know what she was, or that the wind felt natural to her. She didn't know that her place was in the air, not the ground. Somewhere nearby, a great crack rang out. She felt it reverberating through the ground, through her cage. When she had heard it, she didn't know what it was either. She couldn't have known that it was her sister escaping her egg. She was satisfied where she was. Of course she wouldn't be satisfied forever. Her consciousness wavered in and out, then suddenly she was too big for the darkness. She shifted and found herself uncomfortably pressed up against the rock. Her body was too big, but since when? A sound of discontent slipped from her beak, a clack. Her foot curled in, then kicked out. The rock was still stiff. She wanted out. She moved again, trying to press into one wall while she maneuvered her other foot under her, but the slick life fluids inside made her slip. Her beak cracked against the wall. Then there was light. Bright, blinding white. Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in a hiss of displeasure. Too bright. The pinprick of light was blinding, but instinct begged her to go to it. She shifted her body again and cracked at the hole with her glistening beak, slowly and languidly pushing it through. Chips of amethyst sloughed off the chrysalis as she shoved through the hole. From outside, it looked like she was no more than a chunk of rock with a beak sticking out. @Azazel @Krakarak @Ashtoreth RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Ashtoreth - Oct 27 2015 A great wheezing squeal came from above the chrysalis. A mustelid had heard the newborn hatching and came fluttering and flailing towards where her sister slept, and as soon as her dark eyes pinpointed the cracking amethyst, the autumn-colored critter dove and landed with a resounding FWUMP on the stone. Her tail lashed back and forth as she pawed at the beak, jaws parted as she tried to speaking to her sister, words silent as she wheezed and grunted in a desperate attempt to communicate. The poor little girl just wanted to see her sister. RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Azazel (Original) - Oct 27 2015 The darkness was gone. It's plague and hold upon the cave that was Canis was finally eradicated... or at least loosened. For now, he didn't mind where else it was. All that mattered was that all in his group and in the cave was safe. Bones had his bone back, and everything was back to normal. Azazel had first met his child, but the noodle-ish feeling creature had quickly scurried away. If it had been one of his spawn, the King hoped that they had run to safety, and not towards danger. Please let them be safe. Azazel returned to the Chambers, retiring to the end where he had placed the three stones, one shimmering like an eye of a tiger... one painted in vibrant fuchsia, and one of shimmering aqua. When he had first returned, the Ave noted that the tiger's eye chrysalis was shattered, pieces still yet scattered about. The membrane and fluid was dried by now. The egg had hatched a long time ago. Closing his carmine orbs, the King would feel a gentle pull towards the base of his tail feathers, showing that his gem was focused. Leaning forth, the lammergeier would lightly tap the chrysalis with his beak. His mind was filled with a familiar chilling darkness, and the memory came swiftly. As it faded, the hindsight spell left the Bone King with a shiver down his spine. Each feather stood on end. So his child... they had emerged then. It was them. But he had yet to even see hair or hide of them. He wondered what they looked like, what they sounded like. Azazel knew he'd have to search for them. Surely they hadn't run off too far. Just as he thought this, a sound echoed about the cavern. In a few moments, the amethyst crystal would seem to surge with life. The seemingly fragile rock was chipped away to reveal a small beak. From above, there was a wheezing noise. Turning his head upwards, the noise turned into a FWUMP! as something dropped onto the stone and scurried toward the stone. Azazel ruffled his feathers, about to charge at whatever had nerve to attack his hatching child, but he soon realized. Skidding to a stop on the stone, Azazel gazed upon the creature. Feathers of crimson and fur of cocoa beans, a slender and lithe frame... This was his child. This was the one who had hatched long before the others. So he would flap his great wings a few times to hop over to the stone. He sought to help. Cooing softly, he first gazed at the small, 6-inch long noodle at his side, and his eyes softened. They were just so adorable. Azazel could not take it. For a moment, his heart just melted. Then he would smile softly. He could only wonder who was next. Azazel would begin to attempt to peel away stone from around the small gem, but only a few strips would come off, and it was hard work. It was as if he were chiselling at actual stone. Well... he was. That's not what he meant. Trying hard to chip at the stone, he gave a grunt of effort. @Liora RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Liora - Oct 30 2015 Through chiseling away at the chrysalis, she hadn't realized that she wasn't alone until it would have been too late. Her beak scraped at the rock, breaking away chunks of gleaming amethyst and trying to push her head out of the hole, determined for freedom - to drink in the fresh, cool air of the outside world. Fresher than the stagnant air that filled her chrysalis. No, it wasn't air. Fluid. It was warmer, sticky. Outside of the chrysalis must have been air, and her lungs crackled as she sucked in a breath for the first time, relishing it. Far better than fluid. But then there was a voice. It was masculine as far as she could tell, but the meaning behind his words was lost. They touched the air as aimless sounds then fell into silence, and then he and the other creature she could hear shuffling around began to pick at her amethyst shell. Dismantling it. Helping? She hoped. The bird gave a kick with her legs, shuffling her wings. The pressure of her body against the rock caused it to crack, then another breath of cold air from behind. She tried it again, and again, determined to finally have freedom. The chrysalis cracked and groaned, and more pieces began to peel away from the chunk of gleaming gemstone. Her tough purple beak clipped at the rock, tearing more pieces away until the egg was no longer capable of supporting her. Wrenching a chunk away, she suddenly leaned forward and tumbled free from the chrysalis, flopping pathetically before the two Gembounds with a startled "KRAA!" Ruffling her feathers, she righted herself and peered up at Aza'zel, finally able to get a better look at him - and a good breath of air. @Ashtoreth RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Ashtoreth - Nov 02 2015 This was where she had hatched, and as the feathered creature had also hatched, that made them kin, didn't it? With a wheeze meant to be a squeak, she pounced towards the tiny feathered sibling, wings flapping furiously. A grin splayed across her features as she tried to snuffle through the bird's feathers, trying to get to know her new sister as best as she could. She couldn't be happier in that moment, forgetting the fact that the magical mimicking voice she had had failed her. What did it matter, in such a wonderful time. Surely her sister would be able to understand her without words anyway-- a big strange horse had, and he was as different from her as could be! @Azazel RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Azazel (Original) - Nov 07 2015 As he chipped at the chrysalis, it seemed to bloom into life. The shell shifted and churned, a bright purple beak fiercely tugging and pulling at the crystal, until a fledgling clumsily rolled out with a small rush of membrane. A shriek escaped the small creature, not far off from the noisy cries of Krakarak. The voice was feminine, if not extremely raucous and loud. Her feathers were downy, like his had been when he was younger, but they were that of a corvid's. This indeed was his daughter. Then, he glanced at the Jadeite chrysalis... but he simply shook his head and smiled. The Bone King smoothed his (subconsciously) ruffled feathers, and slowly sidled over to the creature birthed by the chryalis. The butt-winged noodle had already glomped the small bird, and he quickened his pace just in case the already-obviously rambunctious noodle would prove to be too much for the newborn. But then he was smitten with his children. They were his. For the first time in his life, Azazel Vita was a father. He'd never felt such a connection to another Gembound, but these were his kin. The Bone King had created life. For a minute, Azazel would feel some stinging sensation at the corners of his eyes, the ones closest to his beak. Screwing his eyes shut, the proud Ave would gently put a wing about the duo, and he felt crystalline tears slide down his face. He was a father. He was so damn proud of his fatherhood. Azazel would try his hardest to be the best father he could be. Blinking away his tears of joy, he lowered his crown and smiled. @Liora RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Liora - Nov 07 2015 In all honesty, the newborn looked less like a bird and more like a poorly conceived, naked dinosaur. Her skin was inky black, dark as the twinkling sky of Orion, and her eyes wide and round and white as stars. Small feathers did sprout along her body, mostly around her face, neck and back, but a lot of her remained without feathers and so, though she breathed the fresh air, she also found it horribly chilling. Somehow, the bird managed to stand up right and tucked her little chicken wings by her side, hoisting her head up to gaze at the large red bird looming over her. Then a wheeze, and she hopped back, nearly stumbling, to gawk dumbfoundedly at the fuzzy noddle before it leaped at her and tried to snuffle its nose through her sparse feathers. She, of course, didn't understand and her childish mind was quick to enter prey mode, assuming that this was some kind of threat. The second sound to leave her beak was a shrill, toxic craw as she tried to escape the noodle, but before she could truly part with Ashtoreth, the great big bird wrapped his wings around them and held them close. Instantly, she felt the heat roll off his body in waves, heat that she liked, heat that she wanted. It was enough to placate her. Realizing the heat, she scuttled closer to his breast and nestled into his feathers, glancing over at the noodle. Oh... she was warm too. Maybe she wasn't so bad. So she hopped a little closer to her too, trying to get the best of both of them. Above, the great big red bird was speaking. His words entered the air and found purchase in her brain, and she grasped at their meanings. Ashtoreth, a star, but certainly not her... no, no, she must be the Liora, the night sky, whatever that was. The babe tilted her head back up at Aza'zel, round eyes blinking with the innocence of a child that had never known depravity, which she was - and the only thing she felt, then, was adulation. "Awwwk! Rrr... rrrawwwwkk! Krraak!" The girl sputtered, ruffling her naked little chicken wings. She wanted to be big like him. She wanted to be warm like him. And most of all, she wanted to make the same noises as him. "Aww-- Aaaashh-- torr--" No, that was too confusing for her to mimic. She ducked her head, shook it, then looked back up at him a second time. "Leeawwr-- Leeawrrah! Leeowra!" The babe crowed, and waited for a response. @Ashtoreth RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Ashtoreth - Nov 07 2015 As much as Ash wanted to squawk out her name, or even mimick it with magic, the young babe was afraid to mess up again. Instead, she simply listened to her noisy sister and snuggled up to the puff ball of feathers, In fact, just to show off, @Azazel RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Azazel (Original) - Nov 14 2015 With his two children under his wing, one a naked dinosaur and the other a wiggly noodle, Azazel's heart surged with joy like a power plant has an electrical surge. It was powerful, and he'd never felt so very happy in his life. His heart was going to explode. Liora was the first to try and crow out her name, and he smiled softly.
Could it be... no, impossible. Maybe she just wasn't ready yet. Azazel would become the fsther who refused to acknowledge his child's inability vocalize, and when he did, he'd blame himself for it. No matter, he clutched them close, and watched as they played back and forth. Ash presented her adorable little pink paw pads to her sister, and his heart melted. God, these children were adorable. His little star and sky. @Liora RE: sweat the battle before the battle sweats you - Liora - Nov 15 2015 While waiting expectantly for her father's opinion (praise, rather), Liora was suddenly met with a barrage of friendly licks thanks entirely to the little hybrid nestled up with her. The tiny, downy feathers that covered her body were almost immediately cast into disarray thanks to her, prompting Liora to squawk out in surprise and turn her head to her sister, gazing at her with confusion - why was she doing this, and how? The bird stretched her wings a little as she excitedly shifted around, parting her beak. Her tongue stretched as far as it could out of her beak and she tried to return the favor, only to find that her tongue couldn't quite make it out of her beak - she instead ended up nudging Ashtoreth's cheek, only for her sister to boop her with her little pink toes! WHAT!! HOW!!! THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!!! Liora crowed out again, pushing against Ashtoreth with her chest in some fumbled attempt to mimic her, but to no avail. She just didn't have the same body parts as her. This wasn't fair! Liora leaned back with a huff and gazed imploringly back up at their father, as though to question why this was happening - why couldn't she do the same things that her sister did? His earlier praise was immediately forgotten in the wake of wanting to copy her sister. Liora stood up straighter, but those wobbly, thin legs of hers made it difficult to do so. "Leeee-- owwwrahh!" She crowed, staring at Aza'zel, and then flicking her gaze to Ashtoreth, desperate for answers. She shimmied in the spot, restless, excited, confused - and slowly, from all the commotion, growing tired. Hatching and trying to understand the world around you was pretty exhausting after a while. @Ashtoreth |