It was a quite murmur, a whisper to the droplets and water of grand purity residing elsewhere in tunnels and caves of great use, yet not by his own hand. Undiscovered and unbeknownst to a
thing that was yet to traverse land in a manner of wonder and awe, lost to beauty - for now, however, the creature was lost to time. There was a certain beauty to that, being lost without feeling the sensation of such, a dark beauty only seen by those who wish too. Not obvious for it is not physical - and it seems that some creatures go blind to things unseen by the naked eye - yet it is as bright as the crystals which had once created a luminescent time. Now, however, it is only darkness which creates a welcoming forth from that which had already encased the creature's form, swallowing everything within the caverns and tunnels beyond knowledge in a deep, eerie sense of closure and tenebrous wanderings.
Against a column of faint luminous lay something that would have been a familiar sight to those who called the caverns home, an orb of sorts, a stone was more likely. Round, though in an irregular oval shape, with curves and bumps protruding from the may have been once perfect shell of untouched cleanliness. Holding the colour of shadows, much like the rest of the world beyond the space it occupied, the chrysalis was the unilluminated - though it would be unable to be told when much else was too - the only clue to such a thing was the faint glow of the crystal, a low blue akin to a river's grace, shadowing the stone holding a creature in its grasp in dim light. Holding also as a support, the columns reaching high into the unlit air, though not quite reaching an unseen ceiling, lay as a rest to the Gembound spirit locked away, moving ever so slightly as if apart of a struggle, almost a winds breath that seemed to push it from its position.
Moments later, quite a few if it is to be noted, the slight push turned into rocking, rocking into the toppling over of something so precious and
new to the world beyond. Colliding with the hard ground beneath it, no longer supported nor led upright from continuous growth in the same position, a crack of opening soon started to spiral forth from where the floor and stone met in a welcomed embrace. Echoing through the darkness in a whisper of
new life. Pushing up out of the grasping control of a home that the creature had only known, an angelic white jaw, tinted with the black that held his nose and occasionally his chin, appeared forth from the Gem, widening the crack and creating more to splinter off until the chrysalis began to be caked in them. Soon the shards would flutter to the ground, some cascading down and hitting upon it with slight force and further destroying the precious home. Crawling away from the now broken chrysalis was a monotonous wolf, an amethyst of great purple protruding from his right shoulder in a display of both beauty and a destructive force.
The sensation of ever cold and welcoming darkness was the first thing to be noticed, iced blue eyes blinking on reflex though seeing hardly more than what he had been offered mere moments before. Yet, the open space, though barely seen, was far more comforting, though more sinister and eerie, than that of the confined area he had been banished too. There was no thought mingling in his mind, no syllable dancing atop his lips, no emotion glinting in the luscious orbs, nothing but a blank slate sprawled - for it was as if he were frozen - atop the ground.
Ambrus Didn't know if you wanted to appear in this thread, to be a sort of father figure, if not just ignore this <3
