Chapter 1:1
Life Starts Small
Soundtrack: Hatching Baby Raptor
From the depths of unawareness, you awake to the sound of something beating ever so softly. Slowly, you open your eyes to look at the interplay of light and shadow flicker across the All-You-Have-Ever-Known You hear something slowly leak its way into your All-You-Have-Ever-Known from the Outside. It's a familiar huffing-purr. Something inside compels you to respond, to make a sound back to the being from the Outside. It compels you to respond to this being you know you have heard before, even in the depths of your unawareness. You wait, unsure and unused to the oddness of your awareness, your being, all the while faintly hearing others around you follow that compulsion, hearing them trill, purr, huff, and hiss to make themselves known to Mother, yes that sounds about right. You let out the first sound you have ever made, a healthy hiss. Mother makes a huffing purr of contentment at our chorus of sounds.
Mother purrs to us for a time, familiarizing us with her voice, with her. The chorus of voices around you chirp, trill, purr to one another as we keep each other company through the tension that builds throughout this dark-cold. Mother protects, guards us from the bite of the dark-cold with the warmth of her size. She is surrounded by some of the Others. We, the small, do not know what the Others are, only that they are like Mother. They are like her in sound; purring, trilling, chirping, hissing like Mother does. Mother hisses at them, snapping something-('her jaws,' something softly trills inside you)-when the Others' sounds get too close or too excited, and they hiss-shriek back in reply.
Finally, the first trills of warmth from the warm-light shine through the thin walls of All-You-Have-Ever-Known. Mother purrs encouragement to us, her small hatchlings, to break out and greet the day. Pondering what Mother could mean by hatchlings, and softly contemplating what a day is, you hear one of the small do something to the All-They-Have-Ever-Known. Cracking, splitting, and crumbling resound from where they are, all the while Mother purrs to them small comforts. Mother trill-purrs her excitement as that member of the small manages to get away from their All-They-Have-Ever-Known to the Outside.
Others of the small around you do the same, using whatever they can to break free. You do the same, lunging your-('your snout,' the inside sound chirps), yes that sounds right, your snout at the part of the All-You-Have-Ever-Known in front of you. This makes a loud snapping sound as you injure the All-You-Have-Ever-Known. You lunge again at the All-You-Have-Ever-Known, shaking it and yourself as everything wobbles. This shaking pushes your-('your arms,' the unknowable sound purrs)-arms uncomfortably between yourself and the All-You-Have-Ever-Known. You lash out with-('your claws,' something inside you hisses)-your front claws and chip away more of the All-You-Have-Ever-Known. Bright light enters though the cracks you have made, and Mother purrs as another one of the small makes it out to her.
You hiss angrily, and strike out at the All-You-Have-Ever-Known separating you from Mother with claw and snout before being blinded by the brightness of the light. You hiss-scream your frustration and pain, before you hear Mother purr to you. Blinking, you look towards where the shadow of Mother should have been and see the loving being who has protected you for as long as you have been. She rubs her scaled face against, still huff-purring and you rub your entire self against her. You huffingly purr to her in content, before looking around you at the brilliant world that surrounds you.
You take in the sounds of things-('birds,' something trills)-birds flying through the things-('trees,' the inside sound chirps)-the trees. You stumble forth from your All-You-Have-Ever-Known and inspect the green and yellows of the-('grass,' the unknowable sound purrs)-grass and the prey on them. You lunge at a large, brilliant green prey and trip over your own-('feet,' the silent sound huffs)-feet and face-plant into the soft mound of Mother's nest. Looking behind you, you can see that your the third of the small to have made it out of the All-You/They-Have-Ever-Known. Your fellow two small ones are also exploring the clearing of grass that Mother has nested in. They chase the small prey, running with the feet and-('legs,' the inner sound chirps)-legs after them. They often miss, but they are having fun and are learning. When they do catch one of the small prey, like the brilliant green prey you failed to catch earlier, they make a satisfying crunching sound. You look elsewhere in the clearing, spying furry prey and feathered prey dotted here and there throughout the clearing. As you survey the clearing, you decide to...
Choose Two.
[X] Join your fellow small ones in trying to catch the small, crunchy prey.
[X] Try to get your fellow small ones to play/fight with you.
[X] Try to catch the furry prey.
[X] Try to catch the feathered prey.
[X] Snuggle with Mother.
[X] Write-In option.
GM Note: Voting for the first chapter lasts till Tuesday June 16th, 1:00pm (EST). The picture for your current self will be up on the main page soon. Please let me know if spot any grammar mistakes I may have made, I tried to get them all but some probs made it through the cracks of my attention. Hope you guys enjoy, have a great read.
