Hatching of children - Printable Version

The amber had grown, and grown, and grown.

The being inside was clearly large, even as a newly hatched Gembound, and they were beginning to get too big for the Chrysalis. They were content to remain asleep, to doze inside their Chrysalis, but the Chrysalis was beginning to get uncomfortable, pressing down against the nubs of their horns, their legs squeezed into their stomach, head bent awkwardly.

Their hoof gleamed brightly, glistening even through the Chrysalis, and a pulse of energy shot through the Chrysalis, splitting it in half. The calfcub crashed to the ground with a grunt, blinking blearily as the yellow tinting left the world. Honey fur was darkened brown by birthing fluid, too-long legs folded awkwardly.

They stood, slowly and ungainly, stumbling on unfamiliar legs. Standing at about a foot and a half at the shoulder, they were an awkward looking beast, squat of body but with long, long legs that, hopefully, they would grow into. Their hind legs ended in hooves that seemed the right size, one a handsome amber, but their forelegs ended in far-too big paws that belied a massive size once they grew older.

Blue eyes blinked blearily, taking in the sight of the large white thing in front of them, ears twitching as they swung their head, shaking shards off of the thumb sized nubs of horns that grew from their skull. Looking up at Zelk, they gave a low, quiet "Moooo?"

The other child did not grow as much as the amber, but what the black opal's crystal lacked in size, it surely made up for in color. Glistening specks of rainbow seemed to shift hue day after day, until finally, the sound of a crack disturbed the sleeping baby inside. A muffled moo wormed its way through the thick walls of the chrysalis, and in return, the unborn child dreamed and wondered.

The black opal, only half the size of its sibling, began to vibrate and sing. The low pitched melody hummed, and the stone began to wobble back and forth in place, until it dislodged itself and rolled toward its mother, unwittingly. There was a crack that split the rainbow crystal, and with a flail of vibrant pink paws, an eyesore was born into the world.

Fuchsia eyes stared up at the pure white fur of Zelk, but she remained quiet all but for the quiet hum of the stone around her.

Something moved out of the corner of their eye, and they turned their head slowly to see. Something brightly colored, producing something even more brightly colored. They blinked, slowly, even as their ears twitched at the sound of the humming--"Moooo." It was more of a statement than a sound.

The white one began to speak, and their head moved lazily, Zelk already halfway done by the time they'd reached the end of their turn. "Gaaaauuuul." the tested the name, flicking their ears. A sister? and they returned their gaze to Pubber, blinking at her bright coloring. The one was white, and that one was pink, and they were both solidly colored. What did they look like? Were they solid, too? They assumed so, at least, seeing as the only other two they know were.

Did they under stand her? "Yes." the word was blunt, but slow. "Yoou are Moother?"

The newborn stared, eyes wide and unblinking as Zelk spoke to her and her brother. After a few heartbeats, the bright pink child looked toward Gaul. Her ears twisted this way and that as she processed what she was told... Gaul. Pubber. It was a bit much for the young child to immediately grasp, but Gaul began to speak, and they looked toward her in return. She stared, and blinked once when they answered in affirmation of the large white bear.

Then, Gaul asked if the polar bear was Moother. It was a strange word, and the brown hybrid's slurring did not help her understand it. She looked back to Zelk, opening her mouth. At first, only a tiny squeak came out like a chew toy being stomped on. Pubber gulped, and tried again.

"Pubber? Who... who?" She struggled to word, raising a paw to gesture at her mother, and nearly stumbled over without all four paws underneath her.