'cause i'm the big bad wolf

now let the games begin

Tucked away beneath the raised, grappling roots of the swamp trees, in a small den constructed from its greedy roots and moss-covered boulder, an emerald chrysalis trembled. Spiderweb cracks sliced through its green shell and a black paw pushed its way through the thin membrane underneath. Amniotic fluid seeped into the muddy ground as a snout broke through the protective barrier with a sickening squelch. Her head slid through shortly after, then the chrysalis' shell broke under the newborn's weight and a black, wolf pup slid limply onto the soft, sticky mud below as the fluid flooded from the gapping hole her emerald chrysalis.

With eyes still squeezed shut, she came to life in a clumsy attempt fit to right herself, coughing and spitting up the fluid from her lungs. She whimpered pitifully as she drank in her first lungful of cave air. The pup's eyes fluttered open, like two emerald gems, they glinted in the dark. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out the soft glow of Cetus light pouring through the dens veil of roots. She rose up on her paws and steadily made her way towards it, her coat heavy from mud. The slick ground was treacherous. She found herself slipping and sliding like a oaf. Finially her pushed the hanging roots away with her muzzle and her snout was instantly flooded with a myriad of new scents that grappled at her attention. However, her eyes were still blinded from the onslaught of sudden light, and she did not see the thick briars in her path. Its' thorns slice through the soft flesh of her pads and the pup jump back with a loud yelp. It broke off her paw and she snarled as vexastion boiled over in her chest. She sat down on her hunches and began feverously licking and gnawing and her bleeding pad. That sharp thing had to go!

Magic pulsed through her veins as her heart hammered with anger. Young, thorny vines pushed up through the ground around her, squirming and grappling at their surrounds like a manifestation of her annoyance.

"Listen to me."
Thoughts...

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Imperia found themselves in Cetus. They hadn't been here since...who knew how long? They could faintly recall their first time at life here in the fog-covered marshy area. They could also recall having fought a lion here at one point, when they were waiting for Aaliyah to hatch. At the thought of the hybrid, they quickly shook their head to clear any thoughts of her. They would not think of Aaliyah. Not now, not ever. Unless they were given a chance to kill her.

While walking, it wasn't long before they came across what looked like a bundle of black fur surrounded by thorny vines. Blinking, they watched for a moment, faintly smelling the tang of blood. The small creature had clearly just hatched. It's been a while since they met someone so new to the caves. They observed them for a moment, eyes trailing along the vines, before speaking.

"What's a scrap of fur like yourself doing around here, surrounded by thorny vines? Did you make those yourself? Move it. You're going to make someone else step on them with your carelessness." Ah. They missed the feeling of being rude.

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

tags: @Dezba
notes: here

'cause i'm the big bad wolf

now let the games begin

The little wolf snapped her head toward the source of the sound, her round, green eyes pierced through the low fog. A feline creature stood before her, peering down at her. She did not like the look in their eyes, it made her feel threatened. The pup could vaguely understand the creature's speech, and what she heard, only added to her disdain.

Their presence felt uncomfortable, and they smelled, just awful. Only few minutes out of her chrysalis, and she could already tell that she hated whatever thing that burnt their paw. Still gnawing at her pad, she looked up at the feline and gave them an irritated growl. The tangle of thorns only seemed to grow faster in response.

The pup turned her attention back to the stubborn thorn, angrily chewing at her paw, probably doing more harm than good, but still wary of this new, rude presence.

"Listen to me."
Thoughts...

TAG: @Imperia // OOC:

Imperia watched as the little wolf tried in vain to get the thorn out of her paw. They snorted as she gnawed at it, only making it worse. "It's not that hard to get rid of a thorn. Just hold it between your teeth and yank it. Can't you do anything right?" They watched for a moment longer before continuing. "Don't make me do it myself. Trust me, you do not want me to do it."

If they were to do it themselves, they'd probably only hurt the small thing. Which, hey, they weren't completely against. It's been so long since the last time they actually hurt someone. Their paws were pretty much itching to fight. Of course, they wouldn't fight someone who was just a cycle old. Sure, they're mean and rude. But they have standards at least.

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

tags: @Dezba
notes: here

'cause i'm the big bad wolf

now let the games begin

The pup gnawed and gnawed until she could take the pain no more. The thorn was a slippery one it seemed, an in pretty deep. Blood dripped from her pad as she held it up sorely. She growled once more at the feline's condescending attitude, but drew back into a pitiful whimper as she licked her throbbing paw.

She stared up at the other gembound, and her lips curled up into a snarl. "Scrap of fur." The little wolf muttered. She tried to mimic the tone caracal had with her. She understood that more than the actual meaning of the words.

"Listen to me."
Thoughts...

TAG: @Imperia // OOC: