Faolan awoke to walls around him, and fear creeped into his bones like cold trickling water down the skin. His chrysalis was clear, but his eyes did not understand, and the amniotic fluid inside the egg did not making seeing or understanding any easier. He opened his mouth to breathe — and choked immediately. Adrenaline coursed through his body and panic gripped him as he continued to try to breathe the liquid that was drowning him. And that is the moment Isin and Atticus took over Faolan’s body. And he became them, and they became him. The young, shy, frightened wolf became host to two separate personalities, and at the moment, they were fighting one another for control.

’Atticus! Stop fighting me!’ Isin shouted inside Faolan’s head. ’Your struggling is making this worse!’

’Shut up! I know what I’m doing!’ Atticus shouted back, and then he flung himself at the chrysalis, attempting to break it. Faolan let out a yelp of pain as he thumped uselessly against the crystal.

’Atticus, let me handle this,’ Isin said, lowering his voice.

Atticus sighed and retreated to the back of Faolan’s headspace. Isin nodded — mentally, of course — and calmly placed his two front paws against the side of the chrysalis, pushing on it until it shattered into a million pieces and Faolan came tumbling out into the world.

He wasnt so sure what he was doing back in polaris, but he was still curious about that stone he lost here nearly a cycle ago. He was interested in looking for it again, though he had no idea where he had lost it at. He sniffed at the ground, desperate to pick up his own stale trail, but he couldn't find it. Darn.

He did hear the familiar sound of a cracking chrysalis near by though and his head jerked up, ears rotating to find the sound. He reached out to the sound, hoping to relay a simple 'who's there', but he couldnt pick up on anythings mind. Darn. Instead, he'd have to use words and that wasnt something Ghost was very good at. "Hello?" he called out with uncertainty. He needed to start being brave, but what if it was some giant monster?

"Speech"

@faolan

He was there, one of his charges was being born, and he was glad of it. He watched from the shadows, he looked after the chrysalis yet when they hatched he always hung back unless they were in danger.

The black beast saw the other wolf nearby but sensed that one meant no harm, so he kept to the shadows, his paws not making a sound. Even Death itself would envy the silence with which he travelled.

Faolan’s tumble to the ground frightened him again, and he could feel the beginnings of Atticus attempting to take over once more. Isin stepped in, shoving his brother to the back of Faolan’s headspace. Atticus fought against him, and Isin snapped at the black wolf. ’Stop! You are frightening the boy!’ The boy? Did that mean Faolan? Why were there two other Gembounds inside his head? He didn’t understand…

”Hello?” a voice called out, and Atticus jerked his head up to stare at whoever it was. A white… wolf. It looked frightened. Atticus opened his maw to demand to know what was going on, but Isin shoved him back again and took over instead.

But Faolan was young, and was not yet good at speaking. “He…” Isin began. “He…llo?” Yes, that sounded right. That sounded like what the other wolf had said. Isin took a step forward, despite Faolan’s attempts to cower in fear. He needed to teach the boy to be braver. Less instinctual. Otherwise Atticus might just take over. “Who… you?” The words were crude and sounded foreign in Isin’s mouth, but they… felt right. “You… friendly?” None of them — not Faolan, or Isin, or Atticus — noticed the other wolf watching from the shadows.
@Ghost

Another canid would appear and he'd know by his scent -unfamiliar, foreign, new. Ghist prefered other canids, but for some reason, this other male made him feel slightly protective over the new gembound. Ghost drew closer to the new canid, putting himself closer should this other canine try anything.

He reached out to the new gembound then, hearing a soft voice that struggled to repeat he greeting. With this other gembound, he didnt feel like talking, so instead he tried to send words telepathically to the boy, this time being more successful than the last, but the message was choppy.

"Yes! I- Ghost. You ha- a name?" he called out to the new wolf, inching closer though he had no idea how far away from him he was. His body read nervous and scared, but he was intriqued by this new canine. The other one? Well, Ghost didn't trust the other one.

"Speech"

@faolan

Faolan saw the white wolf with the pink gems on his face inch closer to him, and he instinctively backed up. His fear caused a surge of adrenaline to course through his body and suddenly Atticus was in control, shoving Isin to the back of the boy’s headspace. Isin didn’t even have time to voice his concerns about his brother taking over before he was blocked out. “My name is Atticus,” the wolf growled. He stood tall over the other canid, though it didn’t seem to have much affect. The other was… staring blankly ahead of itself, as if… it couldn’t see, maybe?

Oh good. A defective wolf. How nice. Atticus stared at the creature with eyes that said he was judging the thing harshly. How had this thing even survived, being blind? How did it hunt? How did it fight? What a waste of flesh! Atticus snorted, but said nothing, waiting for Ghost to speak.

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@Ghost -- I hope it's okay that Faolan figured out that Ghost is blind. I can change it if you want.

Well, this one was a little rude one. Ghost's eyes narrowed and his brows pressed together and the smaller pup glared at him. Ghost felt little threat from the smaller gembound, but some fear still lingered in his stance - guarded. Since the pup didn't seem to be too far away, he quit the staticy mind speak. "Well, Atticus, I don't think I warranted an attitude." He frowned towards the pup, his eyes unmoving and blank. Not even emotion was seen through his pale eyes, but it could easily be read on his face.

The other gembound didn't seem to be around anymore, or at least didn't speak. Ghost could locate their scent in the air, but it could be stale. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't worried about it. Well, kind of. But he tried to not let it bother him. Despite the attitude the boy had towards him, Ghost wondered if he was hungry. He was certainly more developed than he had been at birth, so it didn't seem unlikely. "Are you hungry?" Ghost questioned, eager to hunt some lizards or small mice for the boy should he be. Besides, who didn't want to see a blind wolf hunt?

"Speech"

@faolan its not like it really isn't that obvious xD its okay

//pending attempt

Sorry! I have to go to bed but I will do this tomorrow!