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Green. Deep, soothing, beautiful green. A forest in slumber, sunlight dappling the forest floor and gilding the trees in gold. Not a breeze to disturb the silence, not a single colorful bird daring to open a dainty little beak and call out. Complete and utter stillness... And for good reason.
He had been there, and none dared draw attention to themselves in his wake. None dared examine what he had left behind... dared wake these strange creatures. Hundreds of eyes stared down, jewels in the velvet curtain of the resident flora, staring at the closed eyes of... something new.
The eyes opened, and the forest erupted.
The bright birds screamed in a melodic chorus, fleeing into the bright sunlight above with a shower of prismatic feathers. Tiny cherubs let out chirrups and cries, flitting off through the brush, persued closely by even the nightmares. They too feared these new things, feared them as they feared Him.
It was all a bit too much for the newborn, dark lids sliding back down over its eyes as it squeeked in protest. It may be new to living, but it was QUITE sure that was not the way to say, 'Good morning!', especially not to one such as itself! ...Though... Come to think of it... Just what WAS it? Thick, dark lashes parted once more, dark lids giving way to pale crystal blue. There now, this was better.
It became aware of the not-unpleasant sensation of sunlight warming its face, though it wasn't sure it liked the accompanying brightness, and examined the forest canopy above it. It decided that... It did not dislike this, though it was sure there were things it would like better. Finally it lifted its head, becoming aware of its body, pushing itself upright and shaking its head. Then it became aware of something new. Striped, curving horns jutted from its head, just barely within its vision. It shook its head again, pleased by the faint metallic tinkle it heard, and reached out to touch the horns.
The sight of its own arm fascinated it more. Muscles rippling beneath snowy flesh, or was it cloth?, a metal clasp around the end of its arm. And its hand... Ohh, it knew allready its hands would be something wonderous to it. Black and leathery, but soft to the touch, and golden-brown velvet coating each finger down to the joining knuckle. Beautiful, but... wrong. It realized its teeth were sharp, for biting, and bit into its velvetine fingers. This was correct.
One or two braver denizens of the forest stared through at this striped nightmare, appearently biting its own fingers apart as it examined itself. It decided it quite liked itself, its motif of red and black with a touch of-- Was that purple? It blinked. Oh. That wasn't part of it, that was someone else. And this someone was just as enthralling as it had found itself. As purple as itself was white, slim with billowing white sleeves. Why, its horns were different, too. It reached with the hand not in its mouth, prodding the horns of this strange thing. Like silk, with a jingle that was unlike its own, but still pleasant... It decided it quite liked this creature, too, alike and unalike itself.
Suddenly struck with a strange need to protect its smaller... siblings, it thought they might be... it rose and looked around, fingers still in its mouth. It took a wobbling step... Then another... And after a few more was striding confidently around the small clearing. It dared not stray far from its sibling, however, and kept it in sight as it examined the things around it. Suddenly, it paused... Spat out a bit of velvet, and attacked its fingers with a sudden ferocity.
Gold glinted beneath, its pliant fingers resembling molten metal once loosed from their covers. The other hand was the same, once freed, and the velvet was now completely forgotten in favor of his glinting claws. Beautiful. Deadly. Weapons, it decided. It was a predator.
And it was being challenged. A growl rose in the brush as something light yellow emerged, energy crackling in its fluffy white mane. The felid was greatly agitated by these strange new things in its forest, and the lightning jumping between its gaping jaws expressed this. Red nails swiped out at the newborn, leaving three bleeding gashes on its reaching arm. It jerked back in shock, eyes wide with its first feeling of pain. How dare this inferior beast make it feel such a horrible sensation! Would it do the same to its sibling?
Now it felt anger, and it wasn't long before the crackling beast was no more then a bloodied pile of fur at its feet. It watched the body crackle and fade into luminescent dust, fascinated, before looking at the blood on its beautiful nails. It too dried and cracked off, crumbling to dust... but slowly. It enjoyed killing the tiny beast, but this was unpleasant. Again its fingers went into its mouth, cleaning the blood away as it walked back to the unmoving purple form.
It crouched down, and it waited.
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