Such curiosities. Such intriguing thoughts. It was all new to the creature that was held tight in his egg made of stibnite. Muscles tensed and relaxed, pushing and testing his restraints as he began to hear things he had never heard before. Paws shifted and toes stretched out and for a moment a strange sensation fell over his being. It called and cooed to him. Tried to tell him to slumber once more. It was a hoax, he felt, and he struggled against it's lulling whispers. No. It was time for him to break free of his ever shrinking chamber.

Again the creature shifted, pressing paws against the gems inner surface and began to push. Harder and harder he applied pressure to the thing and it seemed like an eternity before he heard the subtle signs of the shell giving way. It was only a matter of moments after that did the shell began to crack and with another hard push the chrysalis shattered. The creature spilled out quickly, sliding from it's chrysalis' goop. Fur and feathers alike matted down with the liquid as his body instantly began to shiver. His head jerked up, sightless eyes on his mask staring straight ahead. A single blue eye blinked and searched, eager to clear his blurry vision. the pupil shifted into a thin vertical line. Not a sound was made as he remained where he was tucked away into a dark den where the only light came from a small entrance several feet away from him.
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Ooc: roll didn't work >:|

A Great Purge seemed to have swept over the Origin Cave. Whereas before, Macawi had seen many faces, all different, all exciting, now there was only silence along the paths she walked. To be a Fortune Teller, and to have no one’s fortune to tell… that was a hard existence. Macawi, who thrived on both the Light and the Dark, who walked the balance and was Touched by each Side, who could endure a lifetime alone if she wanted — found that she was lonely. A few fresh scents scattered here and there along the wind, but they seemed few and far between, like ghosts, haunting her and taunting her. She craved the company of another Gembound like herself. Tangakwunu, her little Rainbow Spinner companion, was good company. She had grown so very fond of the creature. But he was a lesser creature. He could only give her so much.

The loud, boisterous, joyful coyote had grown more somber with age. She could not decide if such a change was caused by the aging itself, or because of the stillness of the Caves, or if it was a mixture of the two. She wanted to believe it was only the fault of the absence of Gembounds. She wanted to believe that age had not made her boring and dull. Yet, even as she thought this, she contradicted herself. This new side to her personality, the Darker side (which was not necessarily evil), was a welcome change, despite being so confusing sometimes. Tangak was also affected by the change. He now peeped where before he would have sung cheerfully. Macawi was not depressed, or even sad. Not really. But where she had once chosen to remain at a distance from others when she wanted to, now she was forced into her solitude, and it was… difficult.

And yet now here she was, in Eridanus, again. And look, a Gembound was being born! Yet she could not summon the same kind of enthusiasm she once had. She merely approached quietly, and smiled. She said nothing, allowing the creature to take in the world around it without her input. Her own silence startled her. She remembered her younger days (not that she was old), and how she would laugh at nearly everything a Gembound said. She experienced the world through joyous emotion. And now her joy was less a roaring flame and more an ember. It warmed her through, but she did not now feel the need to spread it to others with so much gusto. Let the creature greet her or not — on its own.

She sat upon her haunches, and Tangak, who had once been so shy as to flitter away upon sighting another Gembound, now sat contentedly upon her head, inside the circle her headdress made. He cooed softly, curiously. Macawi remained silent.

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Words: 472 — no need to match length. I was feeling inspired.

For the longest moment the blue painted creature sat there motionless. It's one single eyes was wide with it's pupil in a thin vertical line to display his alert. Nostril's flared quickly, sucking in the new scents that seemed to overwhelm him to a point where he wasn't sure what was what. The den he had woken up with was strange, the scents in it only few, but the one that was the most prominent felt like he should be familiar with it. After a good while the creature shakily rose to his paws, his legs trembling as if they were about to give out beneath his newly found weight. His eye moved down, staring at the wing lined legs just beneath him. His neck arched and his masked face seemed to move in a way where it would look down at his own legs as well.

Sal shook himself, his entire body rolling with the movement as little wings flapped from the motion. With a quick breath Sal took his first few steps. Wobbly at first the creature nearly tumbled over his own two feet, but thankfully he managed to get the hang of it real fast. His paws led him from the Den and out into the open and his masked head swung up as if to peer without sight at his surroundings while his single eye stared at the creature he spotted before him.

His body froze as he looked over the creature that had such a strange thing on it's head. HIs muzzle opened, but no words came just yet. He took in the creature's scent and knew it was not the scent that had predominated the den. So who was it? "H....hhhh'looo?" Finally a voice came forth, scratchy and shaky in it's new discovery.

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Ooc: I'm so sorry ;=; also just so you know Rae will pop up into this .-. her babeh has been born and she must be here too lol It wont be for a few posts though so no worries.

Macawi watched with a smile as the — very… interesting… creature emerged from its den. She remembered fondly her own birth so long ago — that boundless energy she’d once had that now seemed so far away. The coyote focused again on the baby, making sure to remain still and calm so as not to frighten it. Its large eye in the center of its chest had just a slit for a pupil, and it watched her intently. Maybe it was already scared of her. Oh, bother. But then after a moment, it spoke. The word was said with some uncertainty, stumbling and slow, but Macawi smiled all the same.

“Hello, little one,” she replied, and from atop her head, Tangak gave a peep to show he was interested in the baby as well. “Do not worry,” Macawi continued. “Coyote will not harm you. What is your name? Macawi’s name is Macawi.” She looked over the gemling fondly, studying its beautiful fur and feathers — a deep blue in color — and the interesting face that… didn’t seem to ever change expression. Maybe… it wasn’t a face? After all, there seemed to be a mouth under it, and the mouth on the face wasn’t changing while the one under it had moved to speak. What an odd child. A good odd, of course, but still odd.

Not that Macawi of all Gembounds was one to judge. She was as crazy as they came, after all.

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With his pupil dilated into a large circle, Salethyr stood there in alert. Silently he stared at the creature before it still quite unsure on what to do with it. If he was really suppose to do anything with it to begin with. He breathed in the scent that belonged to it once again, saving it to his memory banks and soon enough the creature spoke. His masked head cocked to the side in interest, listening intently as the female's voice fell upon his ears. Little one? Was that what he was? He processed the words this creature spoke, slowly and unsure of it's comprehension. As he did so, this female spoke again. Filling his mind with even more words he had never heard before. He repeated the words over and over in his head as he continued to stare at the coyote with his head tilted to the side only to occasionally tilt it the other direction.

"Mmm...Macaaaaaawi, " He soon repeated the name she said she was. She was a Macawi coyote then? Her curiosity rose as he inched just a few small paw steps closer, his tail slowly beginning to sway about behind him. "Is...Is little one..Caah...coyoote, too?" He was slow in speaking his question, still unsure if he was doing it right. "Little coyote one....name. Little one...Coyote..." He blabbered for a moment, testing the words on his tongue, but none of it seemed to feel right.

A scowl seemed to curl his muzzle into a frown. No more words came from him as his thoughts soon began to overwhelm him. Repeating words Macawi had only moments ago spoke. None of them sounded right. None felt right. Then...in the midst of the torrent of words whirling around in his thoughts a voice seemed to rise above the others. Whispering a word that seemed to make the strange creature perk up. His pupil changed instantly, shifting into a more alert filled slit.

A smile returned and his tail began moving once again. "Sssssalethyr," He spoke proudly, lifting his head up as he repeated the word once again, "Salethyr. Little one...Salethyr." It seemed to bring joy to the young gemling as it's blue tongue seemed to loll out the side of his muzzle. Much like a canine's would.

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Ooc: again...sorry for the wait 'w'

Macawi never really replied to anything the gemling said as he babbled about. She just sat and watched him with a smile on her face, silently encouraging him to explore the words he was saying. She only vaguely remembered her own birth, meeting Czernobog, and having some difficulty speaking. And she was very aware of the fact that she spoke differently than everyone else. But anytime she tried to speak “normally” it just didn’t feel right in her mouth, and it confused her. She hoped others didn’t mind too much, since… it really would be difficult for her to change her speech at this point.

Her ears perked when the creature told her his name. “Salethyr,” she repeated, tail wagging behind her. “That is a very nice name, Little One!” She studied his masked face, his lolling blue tongue, and his large blue eye, and wondered what he was, though she would never ask. There was no point when the creature was so young, and it would perhaps never know what it was. But Macawi had certainly never seen a creature like it before. On her head, the little Rainbow Spinner peeped quietly as he looked down at the creature. He too wanted to know what it was…


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At the praise the coyote before her gave upon reciting his name a large grin spread across the muzzle beneath the bone carved mask. Slowly, just behind him, his rather long tail began to fan out behind him. The feather's along the tip flaring out from the movement. "Do...do you stay....here? Live?" Slowly he tested more words, not quite sure how he would even know such things, but they certainly felt okay to say. Hopefully he was saying them correctly. His eye moved from Macawi for a moment, looking around the green scenery that seemed to be all around them. This had to be his home too, right? It had to be where the owner of that den he crawled out of lived as well. His thoughts twisted and swirled around a little too quickly for his fresh mind to completely comprehend she he gave a quick shake of his head and turned his eye back to the coyote. "Where is mom?" Again he wasn't sure he even knew what that word was. But it was something hhe felt deep down that he had. That this mom was the reason he was here and that perhaps this coyote would know? Or maybe the coyote WAS his mom. That couldn't be it though, as this coyote smelt nothing like the scent lingering heavily in the den behind him.


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Ooc: again forgive me ;-;

“Does Macawi live here?” the coyote repeated. “Oh, no, no, no, no! Macawi does not live anywhere! She is nomadic, This One sees. That means she travels from place to place all the time. Coyote could never live in one place. That would be far too boring!” Macawi tilted her head this way and that as she looked at the creature. She could tell he was still trying to figure the world out, which was completely understandable. He was a newborn, after all! She sat and waited patiently, and Tangak began to snooze on her head. Her tail wagged lightly behind her.

The Gemling’s next question made her laugh out loud, tilting her head back, and disrupting Tangak’s nap. The Rainbow Spinner peeped loudly, very disgruntled, and ruffled his feathers in annoyance. She waited for him to settle back down before speaking to Salethyr. “Macawi doesn’t have a clue where This One’s mother is, but she certainly isn’t it. Macawi can help Salethyr look for her, maybe? Yes?” Macawi had no idea why that question had been so funny. Maybe it was because the idea of having a mom in the first place was odd to her, as she’d had no parents when she was growing up. The idea of a mother was just… very strange.


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Words: 216 @Salethyr — actually, the real reason Macawi laughed so hard at the question about where his mom is is because I read it wrong and thought he asked her if she was his mom. Then I was too lazy to delete the sentence I just wrote so I kinda just went with it. XD

Salethyr stared at the coyote with an unblinking eye as the coyote seemed to laugh over something. He wasn't quite sure what he had said that had been so humorous, but he supposed it was okay as she was just laughing. His tail continued to slowly move behind him as she soon offered to help find this mother he could only just imagine in his thoughts. A smile split across his features once again. "Yes please. If don't mind..." He was quick to make sure she would definitely be okay helping him look. Surely his mother wasn't too far away though. "Speak" Tags: @Macawi Ooc: Uhm...sooo...I promise for a better post next time :/ I just...went brain dead half way through it and forgot what I was gonna have sal do.

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“Macawi does not mind!” the coyote said with a grin, trying to show that she was genuine. “Maybe it’ll be fun! Right, Tangak?” She lifted her eyes to her forehead, trying and failing to see the bird who was sitting on her head. He gave a peep of confirmation all the same and Macawi laughed. “Now…” She sat still for a moment, lifting her nose into the air and smelling Salethyr from where she was. She filed his scent away into her mind and then used it to smell for similar scents in the air around them. If the boy’s mother was a good one, she probably wouldn’t be far from them.

She smelled a new smell on the wind — one that was all over Salethyr, but wasn’t his actual scent. That must be his mother. The problem was that the mother’s scent was everywhere here. “Hmm… Finding This One’s mother may be more difficult than Macawi thought. She seems to wander Eridanus often, so her scent trails are getting all mixed up together…” Macawi felt bad that she couldn’t differentiate one trail from the next, or tell which one was fresher. “Perhaps Macawi and Salethyr should stay by the den, yes? In case your mother returns?”

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