The creature inside the chrysalis paused her thumping when she heard a muffled voice from the other side of the wall. “I’ll help!” They said, and she decided to wait a moment incase help indeed came. The pounding quickly began on the other side, wherever that was. What was it like outside of this stuffy place? The creature was extremely curious to find out. Cracks began to run their spidery threads across the wall. Then, with the mighty sound of glass breaking, the chrysalis finally shattered. Gleaming green pieces rained down around the creature, as she let out a low mewl and looked around. The child didn’t show much emotion, regarding everything with a detached coldness. Strangely enough, she was surrounded by round objects. It occurred to her that perhaps she had also been stuck inside one of those. Were there others like her too, still sleeping within them? She noticed various creatures of all shapes and sizes and colours dashing around in a major scramble to grab those coloured objects. She didn’t understand what was happening, and her curiosity reached a new high. Demonic eyes turned and settled on the one who had helped her escape the prison. They were furry with paws, just like her. She wondered where he had come from. She shifted her weight, long tail of vibrant red and purple shifting to curl around her dark body. Two bony red stumps protruded from her back, their ends sharp like spears. The child did not speak, not just yet. Instead, she bowed her head slightly as if in a gesture of thanks to the one who had freed her. Then she simply sat like a silent ghost amongst the remnants of her egg, watching the wolf with a piercing stare. "Naga speaks" 'Naga thinks' OOC: @Aithaxas

Valeria was thankful for her wings. Now that she had gotten the hang of flying, they gave her a great amount of freedom. No longer did have to stay at Gabriel's side. She was free to come and go as she pleased. Valeria took this opportunity to explore the vast cave system see called home, and she learned not ever cavern is like Pisces.

Valeria had never been to Polaris before. She had only heard of place in tales, until see laid eyes on the grand Spire. The place left her in awe. She had never seen so much magicka in one place.

This is amazing!

Soaring around the crackling Spire, she felt the raw raw magick tickle her leathery wings. Valeria had never felt anything like it. It was surreal.

Just then, something pretty caught her eye. Valeria flew in for a closer look. She gaped in wonderment. There were various crystalline eggs everywhere, piles of them! They glittered like rainbows. Valeria swooped down and plopped herself on top of one of the piles. "Oh, wow!" She breathed.

Out of all of them, a small, lopsided, amaranthine egg caught her eye. Valeria crawled too it and ran her clawed thumb over its smooth shell. It was her favorite color, however it was rather dull looking. She could barely see her reflection. She craned her neck to see if there were anymore, but alas, this egg was one of a kind. She shrugged. Its odd shape gave it some charm, made it lovable. I think I can take it with me.

She clutched with her back feet. This is going to be interesting. Valeria flapped her strong wings in the air. The egg was a lot heavier than it looked. She strained and grunted. Vampire bats were not known for their strength, but against all odds, Valeria managed to lift it off the ground. Although, now she fluttered awkwardly over the crystal piles, her little egg acting as unnecessary weight.

Despite everything, the little bat made her way across Polaris with her frumpy, little egg she named "Biggles". It was quite funny to behold.

-Exit Valeria-




"Listen to me."
Thoughts...

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The pile of eggs had quickly become crowded. He had just seen animals of all shapes and sizes, some of which he hadn't even known to exist until recently- but the creature before him was... something else altogether.

Almost a wolf like him, but also not. Wolves didn't have purple and red manes and tails. They also didn't have sharp red points emerging from their shoulders. At least not that he knew. Maybe they were just another animal he didn't know? He surely hadn't seen every kind of Gembound there was. It was possible, he concluded, that he just didn't know what they were.

Aithaxas acknowledged their nod with a nod of his own. He stared back at them. What strange eyes, too. After several long seconds, he turned around, picking up his egg- which was thankfully still where he had left it- and wandered away.

▶ Exit Aithaxas- (unless otherwise)


@Naga

SPLOTCH

Something was happening.

Despite not spending much time with other Gembounds, only really having met Rift and Sebastian, she was in tune with the area. Polaris was her home, and she had long grown accustomed to the Magick.

So when it had begun to change, she hadn't even needed to think before turning, following the changes.

There were a great many Gembounds, and she had to take a moment to look around. Finally, peering through the crowd, she made out a pile of oval-shaped shiny things.

So she approached, slipping through the crowd of Gembounds. One about the size of one of her, admittedly large, ears caught her eye, glistening a dull green. Looking around, she seperated it from the pile with her muzzle, before carefully rolling it away.

EXIT SPLOTCH

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

Sebastian found that he enjoyed Polaris.

Despite Eridanus being his home, the other Cave drew him. The ambient Magick in the air made him feel strong, stronger than ever, fanning his interanl flame. The heat that always flooded him at the feeling was wonderful, and he didn't feel like he had to be as careful as he was in Eridanus. He didn't have to worry about accidentally harming Rift's beloved plants.

So, naturally, he was rather protective of it.

Upon hearing the many gathered Gembounds, he had, of course, made his way to the group. There were many, egg-like things in a heap and, as he watched, several Gembounds walked or flew away, with eggs of their own.

His keen red eyes landed on an egg that was a short distance away from the others. It was a glistening red, and it drew him. Without thinking, he plodded forward, nudging it in the direction of Eridanus, intent on showing Rift his newfound prize.

EXIT SEBASTIAN


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

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Rags had honestly been avoiding the spire. It was huge, and the power of it frightened him. However, today was different. Many creatures from all around the cave had gathered around something, making the little ermine curious.

He moved quickly to the Gembounds, wondering what the fuss was about. He made his way under the crowd, being smaller than most of them. It was then that he saw the pile of egg things, and he wanted one. They looked kinda cool. Rags looked around for one her liked, and eventually, he spotted a pretty pink one with yellow lines. It wasn't as cool as the other ones he saw, but this one just spoke to him

Rags trotted over to it and nudged it away from the pile, too small to pick it up in his jaws.

*exit

When I speak.

When I think.

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Sizzle

She was so hungry...

The Bush Viper raised her head, forked tongue flitting out to taste the air. There were a great number of Gembounds nearby, although of course she wasn't going to eat them. She was tasting the air, looking for birds (lessers, of course) as well as Cave Rats or other edible rodents.

As she flicked out her tongue again, she picked up the taste of bird eggs. And, in her experience, eggs meant birds. So she followed the scent, eventually coming across the great gathering of Gembounds. She slithered through their legs, before grabbing at the first egg she saw she could fit in her mouth. It was rather pathetic looking, only just small enough to fit in her mouth, and was dimpled, a dull stone-like grey.

Holding it carefully in her mouth, the snake turned, beginning to slither back to Eridanus.

EXIT SIZZLE

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

Malachai

Exploring.

That's what she was doing: exploring.

The ugly little Maned Wolf had finally fought her way free of her Chrysalis, and was walking around, trying to get used to her too-long legs. Her fur was dull and ruddy, looking like she'd rolled in mud and never really cared to clean it off.

A large gathering of Gembounds drew her attention, and so the little cub wobbled up. "What's going on?" she squeaked with a voice much too high, looking around. The Gembounds seemed to be looked at large-ish round things, and as she watched, several took some away. So that's what was going on?

Struggling on her ungainly limbs, the Maned Wolf cub wobbled up to the egg pile. She picked an egg that looked to be easy enough to carry, a color of red that was several shades darker than her fur, but very pretty. Malachai nudged it away from the group, sitting down to sniff at it, before poking it gently with her paw. "Hello? Are you okay in there?"

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

Hera

Something was happening.

The ugly little birdling's attention had been drawn by a large gathering of Gembounds. And, for the first time, jealousy had flamed in her breast. Why were they paying attention to those... things?! They should be paying attention to her!

So, on tiny little talons, she made her way through the gathering, intending on seeing what was so utterly fascinating. Any Gembounds who didn't get out of her way would find their feet or legs pecked as she pushed through, shoving her way to the front.

There was a pile of eggs, and she huffed. Was this what was getting their attention? But, wait... there was an egg she liked. It was large, easily three times her size, and incandescent, seeming to be every color at once. There seemed to be gems embedded in it, and instantly she knew she had to have it. She pushed her way into the pile, pressing against the egg and beginning to move it laboriously out of the pile.

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

Mongo was in a horrible mood.

His everything hurt. His side and ribs ached from where the damned horse had kicked him, twinging painfully with each breath. His head throbbed, stinging every time something so much as brushed it, painfully burnt and the wounds still fresh. The scratch from the rat corpse was inflamed, still fresh, and he had to keep his face still to keep from opening it again.

The Fossa grumbled as he approached the gathering of Gembounds. He'd been resting, trying to sleep through the worst of his wounds, but the loudness of the group had kept him awake. "WHAT IS GOING ON!?" he roared, cringing as pain shot through his wounds. "SHUT! UP!" Without thinking, he lashed out, sending a small, plain looking egg rolling back to his temporary den.

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