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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
Sitting alone but near to another gemstone was a chrysalis, a small oval of black that for cycles had gone unnoticed as it blended into the backdrop of the caves. It was nestled on the backside of a little hillock where it was easily mistaken as part of the landscape but if one were to investigate closer they would see that it held new life. For a long while it seemed to be immobile but with the tiny flutterings that grew more numerous as the days went on, it was easy to see that things were about to change. Then... today was the day that everything came to a start.
Within the cocoon green eyes opened and for a moment beheld panic as the creature tried to breathe but inhaled a mouthful of fluid. The rush of emotion scared him at first but then he grew calm, think... Think and solve. He realized he was within some sort of prison but with a thrust of his paw saw that he could damage the shell. He kept thrashing at it with his paws until finally in a rush of fluid he was free and able to clear his lungs. Now... He was out and free to behold the world around him. In the distance he could hear rushing water and on the ground he felt the green grass. How did he know the names? He didn't know but he knew them and this knowledge made him smile.
Jul 13 2016, 11:41 PM (This post was last modified: Jul 13 2016, 11:48 PM by Hawke.)
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A brilliant blue stone shone brightly next to the secretive black oval stone hidden in the shadows. The Hemimorphite caught a lot of light in the cave's room, fitting in with the water theme it had. The glittering blue stone must've been pretty to look at for the cycles it sat, untouched and growing with the black stone it paired with. The stone was rather large for such a small child inside, but the space he was given to sleep was much smaller than one would expect. Over time his space grew smaller and smaller, squeezing the coyote pup until it became just too uncomfortable. He started to squirm and whimper inside his chrysalis, crying out as he wiggled in the tight space, desperate for more room and pushing on its walls until...
The stone started to crack, only a little at first, spider webbing over the gorgeous stone. The cracks grew bigger and deeper, cracking like ice, until the stone shattered into millions of tiny pieces all over the caves floor. As the fluids drained from what was left of the chrysalis' base, a small creature emerged with them. A little blob of a coyote, it seemed, curled up and gasping for air.
Jul 13 2016, 11:49 PM (This post was last modified: Jul 13 2016, 11:54 PM by Hawke.)
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He coughed and hacked up the fluids from his lungs that had coated them and allowed him to live inside the stone that was now shattered on the ground beneath him and all around. Hesitantly, the coyotes eyes opened and at furst it was blurry, but soon he noticed another near him, seeming to have gone through the same process as he.
His eyes widened and he yipped a bit in fear of the hound, instantly flattening his body against the ground. As if he knew he had done it and what he had done, the light around the small pup darkened, making him less visible... But still visible. Like he was in the shadows. He wanted to run away from this hound that had certainly kidnapped him! But how, and from where? Logic didn't matter now! Whimpering, the little coyote pup began to scoot backwards on his paws and belly, hoping this mean looking dog would go away and leave him alone! Whatever this place was and whoever he was didn't matter to him, but certainly this other being was out to get him, why else would he be here when he suddenly woke up from.... whatever just happened.
He stared at the ground, eyes soaking in the green beneath him before he heard a crack and shifted his attention to the blue beside the black. What was that? It resembled the thing he'd broken out of and intuitively he knew that another creature would pop out. He could feel a bit of excitement building up but moreso he felt curiosity. What sort of creature would be revealed? He needn't wait long as the fluids and a tiny dot of a coyote popped out of the cocoon.
The canine stepped backwards, not wanting to get even more fluids on his wet paws. After he was sure he was safe his green eyes focused on the coyote and he felt his tail start to give a slight wag. Someone new! Finally! What an interesting looking creature, tiny, but he was cute! Was he himself cute? What was cute? He didn't know but it... appealed to him. This was something that he wanted to keep, it would be a thing that was pleasing to him and to him alone! Yes! He would keep "cute" with him!
The hacking and spluttering that the cute thing gave was worrying, if only for the fact that he didn't want his creature to be harmed when just getting into the world. If it didn't breathe would that mean that he had to find another? What an awful thing that would be! The gray and white piebald leaned forward to give the coughing creature a sniff, slight corner coloring his features. No sooner had he done this did the other's mismatched eyes open and the coyote gave a yip of fear as if afraid of some degenerate animal.
The hound leaned back, eyes widening slightly as he stared at the cute creature who seemed to be darkening in shadow. Ah, it was "cute" and it could do things with shadows... how neat. That needed to be remembered! What if they wanted to do something? Shadows would be good! In any case though if he wanted to do something and keep "cute" for himself he had to get him to stop being afraid.
How would he do that?
He racked his brain and then something came to mind. A behavior ingrained in his instincts that told him that it would help.
The piebald dog wagged his tail and lowered into a play bow, all the while his expressive eyes were twinkling and his tiny muzzle curled up into a friendly grin. It was one of those rare grins that was able to light up an entire creature's face and seemingly bring joy into a room. He knew instinctively that this was the right thing to do, perhaps he could earn "cute"'s trust this way and he really would be his.
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