Golden eyes widened, sending fissures along the chrysalis until an unlawful crack resounded throughout his resting place. Foreign air slid through and taunted his senses and with his first large breath, more cracks thundered across the gemstone that had once been made of absolute perfection. Tiny veins of life being born anew thrust fingers throughout its being with each and every heartbeat that lapsed throughout the whole of Azaroth's blue-kissed frame.

Soon he could move his shoulder and the gem broke all the more, tiny pieces careening to the floor and skittering across the black mass and out of sight as the large figure shifted with the newfound gift of movement. Over and over he would shift and strain, earning more and more freedom with each passing moment until the chrysalis as a whole fell beneath his determination and he was spilled forth upon the chilled flooring of his new sense of home.

Slowly, but surely, Azaroth found his footing, curious as to the sensation of his own weight. Though it was the overload to his senses that proved to be more immediate with drawing his attention. The air... it was different out here and not at all what he'd imagined it to be. There was a musty sense to it that made his taste buds curl in repulse for the moment until used to it. The large tiger stretched his frame and gazed about, ears flickering and searching...

Though, even he begged the question: searching for what?