'ξύπνιος(Awake).'
But she was not ready. No, no, no! Her blood insanely cold- she felt the churns of anger from her girth that coils. Her body tiny and uncomfortably merged. She did not know this cavern she dwelled in. How long had she been there? A limit to her existence no more this would be. How dare anything keep her oblivious, how dare.

And for the first time, she fights against the walls around her that collar her existence. Her back litterally one to the chrysalis, it nearly hurts. But a new trait was generated: determination. No cost could price her. Already she proved unstoppable.


Her back nudges with immense strength, or at least all the strength her small body mustered. Might strong and will dominating any realistic damage she'd stir, she felt her body yanked by newer gravity as she goes from the now broken chrysalis that gleam sparkling crystals who hold no more challenge to her. She is weary of her merciless effort- taking her respective rest as she lays on her stomach, lifeless.

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The ember eyes of a giant serpent pierced through the dark as the Spire's blue crackle lit up Polaris like strikes of lightning. He slithered silently over the stones. His mighty muscles rippled rhythmically under his skin. Septiezal felt the magicka rush through his veins like a river. It gave him more strength, more speed. Polaris had always harbored more energy for those who traveled to it. He also found it less draining to cast his fiery spells here. That's what the python came here to do

Until he became side-tracked.

The vibrations of a hatching chrysalis quivered through his jaw. The serpent paused, then tasted the air. He would have ignored it and carried on, if it hadn't possessed the undeniable scent of another snake. New serpentine life? He thought. Perhaps I should greet it. The fond childhood memory of Egahi, the cobra who welcomed him into world, filled his heart with nostalgia. The world was not kind to limbless like them, he learned that the hard way, but often, they found refuge in each other.

Septiezal slithered towards the broken hematite chrysalis, and saw a green snake at its base, limp and lifeless. A trickle of concern grabbed him. He had not know any gemlings to die from hatching. As he crept closer, he sensed the cold in her blood. It was true that Polaris was chilly. Perhaps, it was too much for this little one. Septiezal flicked his tongue over her to see if she would stir. "Are you alive, gemling?" he rasped.

"Listen"
Thoughts...

tags: @χάος
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Freedom.

She had it. Bleak air changed her of the little warmth she had whilst being kept in a cacoon. But no more would the crystal chrysalis defend her, her departure costing her something afterall. Mere vulnerability, a thing she'd make up for but not yet. She laid peacefully. Body small, she was glossy; coat polished as she was new. Still, her head is massive according to her body, signifying a large physique later. Muscles were there but not developed entirely to what they could've been. But nonetheless, she is a child. An excuse for now.

Cháos doesn't move. Her breathing is full and for the first time she acheives her urge to sniff with the indigo tongue that lays dormant of her jowls. Naturally she emits a hiss as her tongue swings, at first, wildly. Discipline was to be learnt.

Easily, she is overwhelmed as the world around goes too real. Too quickly has the darkness changed; walls of polaris shimmering like the broken pieces of what she knew was home. Nostalgic for her remembrance of such a black, calm, nothingness world. Bravery thus was generated: planted at her soulful core that broke.

Her eyes beam a great light of magenta as she looks up & around only to see a serpent slither close until he is above her. She decides not to fret, her instincts saying not to move as already she practices predatory values. But this snake seems to know she is alive. How does one know that? Curiosity alters her focus and she looks to him with eyes wide. She watches as his tongue drapes above her skull. Awe is her face as the male's visage is the first she imprints on; mixture of nervousness and excitement eat her. Perhaps a later lover, she stared him down before murmuring to him, voice feminine and sweet.
"Χαίρετε(Hello)." She doesn't understand the man's mysterious language entirely but she knows its an inquiry. She even recgonizes one word he spoke. Maybe she can recall the words of english embedded deep within her memory during the gestational times.
"Y-yez.." She speaks something she hopes is english, remembering only fractions of the language she'd heard from outside the walls of her crystal.

Tags: @Septiezal

At first, the green snakelet spoke in what felt like gibberish to the python, then she mustered up a simple "yes". That was good enough for Septiezal. He knew some gembounds struggled to find their words when they first emerge, and in time, this was usually corrected. Fortunately for him, he had no such trouble.

"Ah, good." Septiezal replied bluntly. "I don't have to eat a snake." His ember eyes scanned her body as he gave his tongue an inquisitive flick. He then told her. "You mussst be cold, I can ssssense it." The cold was a death trap for snakes. It made muscles heavy, movements sluggish, and should one get to point of drowsiness, could send them into a final slumber. He had never thought about it before, but perhaps snakelets were more susceptible, especially the newly hatched, because Polaris' chill did not thicken his blood much. If she had been a creature with limbs. Septiezal would have told her to seek warmth and leave, but because she was a fellow serpent, he felt inclined to help.

Septiezal turned away and drew his head back as he opened his jaws and aimed at the ground near her. Heated breath came rolling from his throat as he breathed warmth into the ground. He took care not to make it too hot, a difficult task to do with fire, but came away pleased with the result. That spot should stay warm for sometime, at least until she warmed her blood. He turned his serpentine head back to the little gemling and flicked his tongue. "Well, go on then, before you catch your death." Septiezal motioned towards the heated patch of ground with his head. "No need to thank me." He grumbled.
"speak"

@χάος

Who was he?

She thinks, hard and for some reason feels she must speak wisely. As if he meant something to her. But truth be told, he did not. What a wicked influence over her already. Trying to control the essence of she so casually; she's sensitive to authority even now. As she deals with her fist counterpart watch dearest Cháos shift as she grows incredibly fast, mental capacity a royal amazement at her age. Dont fuck with her, aye.

Modesty this stranger snake provoked. From her. Had he stopped because he seen vast potentials in her? Or perhaps stealth? Mayb- no. Actually he stopped to give a hand, ironically. He's sympathetic. But yet as he speaks more, his glow of empathy shows to only an extent. Favorable to her, Cháos dreams.

Her imagination is wild. But to see what she sees next is almost indefinable. His odd actions force her upwards, her strength tested as she uses her upper body to lift upwards, watching the serpent before her cast something of fire- what she'd later understand was magical heat. He casts near her as she simply watches, somehow confident he won't hurt her.

Cháos doesn't question his ability, heeding his own confidence of action. Precision was shown to her for the first time as he so attentively pays the ground nearest her focus. She too holds this imprinted thing, clinging to every value she perceived.

Her attention takes from the warmth seething terrain to stare once more at those crimson baring optics. One of her first influences in life, he will be her most important. Had he known this? She didn't.

She questioned what he wanted from her but as soon as she'd try to silther, her body cramped- straining her thin being. It wasn't like lifing her upper half. It costed her entire focus. Having to focus all her parts to maintain the rhythmic crawl of the true reptilian. She is smart, understanding she is to move to the heated earth inches away. And so she goes, obedient for her best good. She is paced and fragile for now as she finally does reach the affected ground. It felt amazing- the heat spiraling into her. Literally breathing life unto her scales of green. How grateful she felt afterwards, a rush of happiness going just as fast as the heat that travelled over & around her.

Alive. Septiezal brought her to life. Forever a memorable moment- for better or worse.

She finds herself sitting belly flat on the incubated earth. Her head rose slightly as she flicked her tongue in comfort. "Don't z'eave me. Pleas." Sentences are short. They're all she had.

@septiezal

"Leave you?" Septiezal replied, slightly amused. "Well... sssince you asked, I suppose you can tag along." He looked down at the little snakelet. She appeared to be no bigger than he was when he hatched. Septiezal wondered if she was like him, venomless, yet strong. Perhaps, if she survived long enough, she would grow in a long and girthy serpent like he.

He found it strange that she did no shy away like he did to Egahi. She did not show aggression or flee. She did not even hiss. Instead she just looked up at him, with those big, crimson eyes and tiny, flickering tongue. He was considerably bigger, probably monstrous compared to her, yet, she did not want him to leave her. Septiezal thought about his act of kindness. Perhaps she found trust in the heat he provided for her, or maybe she lacked a prey's fear. Whatever the case, Septiezal couldn't help but feel touched that someone wanted to be near him, someone much like himself. Besides, she was rather cute. Did Egahi see me like this? He wondered. Septiezal laided his head back on the ground and kept an ember eye on her."If we're going to be travelling together, then you'll need to know my name." He said. "I am Septiezal."

"speak"

@χάος
OOC: sorry I couldn't match it ;u;

The heat she envisioned from Septiezal spoke out on what she'd understand later was an emotional flame: the aliveness one gave. Or emotions in a logical perspective. The manifest of imprint, something strong. Could this be? Had she somehow entangled her destiny with his own? My, a monstrous but gentle bulk. Male and masculine all around. Divine masculine. Her inner balance one day needing him.

She stares though, oblivious for now of the greatness she will become,- is. Cháos, so patient to hear his last words. Innocent compatibility one could say. Right?

"Cháos." Brows peak, simple but expressive body language. A young doll already; high cheek bones, a stout snout and the luminous gaze of Cupid, himself. A little one to be such a damsel already. She's got no concept of beauty yet.

She's had enough of the warmth that faded gradually. Smoothly, she glided to him. What a daring move and she wouldn't think twice at the risk taken. A dare devil, genuinely. He's got the most loveliest glaze and colours of the most sofest toffee undertones. And from here, his gem is vibrant. All too quick, she wants to have that.. too. "Canz I 'ave that?" She wanted such a shiny gem too! Did she have one? What.. was it, anyway?

@septiezal

*ooc: her gem ref is on her profile(:

"Hmm.. Cháosss is it?" He said, turning to fully face her. "What a lovely name."

Septiezal gave the little snakelet a warm smile. She was rather cute. It was nice to interact with his own kind again. It had been so long since he met another snake. Cháos was new life, tiny and fragile. He would watch over the young snake then, show her how to survive, atleast until she grew tired of him. He guess she wouldn't mind, Cháos had practically attached herself to his scales.

He couldn't help but notice the glimmer in her eyes. Was that awe? Admiration? What ever it was, itmade his chest swell with pride. He had looked up to Egahi when he was young, Septiezal felt honored that someone felt the same way about him.

When Cháos asked for something, Septiezal cocked his head. "Have what?" He noticed her gaze fell on his forehead. He put two and two together. The serpent chuckled and shook his head. "No, you can't have my gem, I need that to live."



"speak"

@χάος
ooc: divine masculine lmao!

Rejection. He serves her of it so causally though it sparked resent that she hid quite well. Ah, temperous serpent already? A spicy snakelet that had sass. But Septiezal nearly bribes her from the childish anger as he gives assurance through a chuckle. It went far, his impression on her. He thus removes negativity just as easily.

He need not mess it up. The most important influence will be the first. Had he known the trophy he was,- the firsr in line to determine such a later adversity? More than awe, a confusing admiration indeed grows by the second. Perhaps fondness actually. But her mind innocent, she finds no need to stop any of these strange internal notions that brew her. Guide her.

Septiezal doesn't move from her. Accessible to she, Cháos delighted in this. Hers. This snake, hers. In what way was not important now. But he was hers. And might he fight against this, little Cháos would secure him anyway. Obsession planted. "Where is my gem?" She remembers her curiosity for the crystal.

@septiezal

Septiezal gave the little anaconda a warm smile. She was pathetically endearing. He wanted to protect her, make her not so pathetic, like him. Septiezal's eyes flicked to the ridged, scale-like hematite plate on her back. "It's right here." he said, pointing to it with his snout.

"You mussst be hungry Chaoss," Septiezal flicked his tongue and looked off into the distance, as if searching for something. "I recall my own hatching day... and I felt starved." Egahi's words echoed in his mind. He looked back at Chaos and smiled. "I know I was hungry when I first hatched." Septiezal began to slither off in the direction of the Dam. "Come, He said gruffly, "Let me show you where the mice like to play." There wasn't too much prey scurrying around Polaris, but mice did like hide in between the crumbling remains of the Dam. They just had to be weary of golems.

"speak"

@χάος