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fish food - Kroon - Feb 16 2018
It was like waking up underwater. It was like having a big old rock settle across your chest that didn't want to budge. A petrifying state of sleep paralysis, but worse, because it was the only thing you'd ever known and that made you intrinsically okay with it. Until that rock split, the pressure lifted, and the open air engulfed you with chill.
The child spilled forth from the crystal case with a splash. The smallest cracks had let in some of the ferrous bog water, and when you fell face-first in to it, that was the first taste of life that you were bestowed. A film of silver foam that tasted too metallic for your precious new tongue - how grand, this awakening. How welcoming, this new dark world. But the water felt soothing to your skin; this skin which has never touched anything but the pressure of its birthing shell, waking to the frigidity of the marsh's unforgiving heart.
But all would be well. You sputter, you spasm, but your eyes open and you see the darkness for what it is - a shelter. The smallest of squeals erupts from your flat face as you yawn, stretch, search - but you are alone, for now. There is no fear to be had when you were this new to the world, this innocent. So you gawk at the descending mist and turn your head at every tiny sound throughout the marsh, eager to tuck those legs beneath your slicked body and begin rooting through the soil for clues.
RE: fish food - Nox - Feb 17 2018
Nox had wandered far, seen and explored many wonderful places since she'd last been here... but despite all that, there was no place that felt like home. Nothing ever felt as comforting to her as the boggy marshes in which she had been born. No amount of warmth would ever compete with the feel of slick mud clinging to her skin and the cold mist keeping her slime sticky and viscous. So, her long, striding steps carried her all that way, leaving a pitch-black trail in her wake.
Soft thuds echoed through the mist in the wake of each step, moisture welling in her pawprints.
A soft, reverberating rumble reached out through the mist, scanning the surrounding world in a way that her single eye could not. Her jelly-like skin trembled in an array of textures. A shuddering wave of goosebumps passed over her as somewhere in the mist, she heard a crack. Equinox opened her jaws and peered out, slowly moving in the direction of the sound. Her long, arching swan's neck lowered to the ground, curiously squinting. She recognized the sound of a Chrysalis breaking, and she looked for it.
a sharp squealing sound soon reached her, sending yet more tremors through her skin. Was it hurt? Equinox knew better than most that Cetus was no place for the young or the unsuited to this kind of climate. Another quiet rumble reached out into the mist. She kept moving, and soon saw a shape taking form in the mist- a small creature- the newborn, digging into the mud. Equinox rumbled, the nearby marsh's surface rippling, as she announced her presence, craning her head down with jaws stretched wide to examine the otter as she approached.
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"Speech looks like this."
"Thoughts looks like this."
tags: @Kroon
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Soft thuds echoed through the mist in the wake of each step, moisture welling in her pawprints.
A soft, reverberating rumble reached out through the mist, scanning the surrounding world in a way that her single eye could not. Her jelly-like skin trembled in an array of textures. A shuddering wave of goosebumps passed over her as somewhere in the mist, she heard a crack. Equinox opened her jaws and peered out, slowly moving in the direction of the sound. Her long, arching swan's neck lowered to the ground, curiously squinting. She recognized the sound of a Chrysalis breaking, and she looked for it.
a sharp squealing sound soon reached her, sending yet more tremors through her skin. Was it hurt? Equinox knew better than most that Cetus was no place for the young or the unsuited to this kind of climate. Another quiet rumble reached out into the mist. She kept moving, and soon saw a shape taking form in the mist- a small creature- the newborn, digging into the mud. Equinox rumbled, the nearby marsh's surface rippling, as she announced her presence, craning her head down with jaws stretched wide to examine the otter as she approached.
"Speech looks like this."
"Thoughts looks like this."
tags: @Kroon
notes: here