HYDE

...Sunlight peeks through from the canopy of trees, shining on a particularly animated little rock. It shakes and stirs - almost as if something is underneath. Then, without warning, CRACK ! First two little paws emerge, then a tiny head follows suit. The creature probes the air with its nose, and takes in the musky scent of the environment - it isn't quite sure what to make of it, though...

Hyde groggily emerges from his stone, and blinks his beady little eyes. He is rather dazed and confused, not quite able to get a grasp on his surroundings. Everything is blurry, and a loud ringing clogs his hearing. What...This ? Hyde flexes a paw, and his two hind legs kick against his will. Definitely gonna take some getting used to those... He drags himself across the mossy floor, covering himself in the earthy scents. A feeble attempt at a crawl, that's for sure. Hyde opens his tiny maws, and gurgles softly. Frustrated, he tries again to communicate his thoughts; however, yet another babble emerges. Seems that this too will take some getting to used to. Hyde shifts his focus to his vision, for he begins to squint in hopes it will clarify his sights. No luck there either... Being a newborn sure is hard work, isn't it ? Well, at least the ringing in his ears had since died down. That's at least one thing to be glad about. Think positive, right ?

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

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This part of the dense Eridanus jungles was fairly clean of that infectious white fungus that covered most of the canopy. Rift had been working diligently over the past few cycles to put what dent he could in the seemingly endless carpets of white, but there was always more work to do, always more hive-mold to push from the plant-life. He was in a nearby tree that had missed out on some of his cleansing, veined with white infection that he was pulling from within the bark and scattering to the wind, when he heard the sound of cracking. His one ear stood tall and he turned, curious. A chrysalis hatching?

It was a comfort, at the very least, knowing that the spread of Order through Eridanus did not stop new children from growing and hatching, but it was a fear that they would be pulled into the embrace of the hive that kept him diligent.

He turned from his work and climbed swiftly down the side of the tree, bounding through the undergrowth until he came to the site of the sound, appearing just in time to see the hatchling push the rest of its way out of the chrysalis. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief - the area was untainted and clean. Safe. Good, that was a worry out of the way.

"Hello," he chirped, padding close, wanting to lean forward and start licking the amniotic fluid from the fur of the child, but unsure if it would react poorly to strangers. He held back a bit for now, until he could gauge its reaction. "Welcome to the world, little one!"

@Hyde

HYDE

Hyde swiftly jerks his head towards the source of the noise; he is not entirely sure what to make of it. A mass of colors had suddenly garnered his attention, and then something he could somewhat understand. A word... But, what exactly did it mean ? Despite his lack of knowledge, Hyde can certainly make out the friendliness in the stranger's voice. "Hello." That really sticks with him... Hello. For reasons unknown to him, he has a strong urge to recreate the sound. Almost as if he feels the need to return the courtesy, yet he has no idea why he feels this way or what it means. "H... He..." he struggles to get the vowels quite right. Hyde then huffs with frustration, and cuffs his nose with his paws in anger. "O !" he declares, seeming quite confident with his pronunciation.

He then moves onto his next goal, and desperately tries to crawl towards the stranger. The presence of warmth is quite comforting to him - especially considering how cold the current weather is against such a young body. It takes him a considerable bit of time and effort to move towards his newfound companion, but he eventually makes it towards the base of Rift's paws. Seemingly content with his progress, Hyde sighs a breath of comfort and looks up at Rift once more. His beady black eyes blink slowly, almost as if awaiting a reaction from Rift - an acknowledgement of any sort for his brave deed of traversing the inches of ground ahead of him.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

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