Hello again! New chapter, not much to report here.
Origins
Chapter one: Waking
Poking, prodding, pushing, pressing.
He was black, but his body could feel it.
What was it?
Pain. Like little things biting him.
He didn't like it. Mind knew nothing but body reacted, lashing out with large claws.
A yell of pain.
Small things gripping, pushing him down. Another bite.
Peacefulness.
…
Light. Mind rose up from black and met light, lots of light.
A sound. A hiss? He didn't know.
Weak.
Grey above him. Hard, dry below him.
Eyes close.
The two looked up as another was brought in. One, a tall, green, beaked one ran a hand through red feathers that adorned its head.
"Another one…" it said with a sigh.
The second, a striped orange-black muscular one with large tusks gave a low grunt. "At least it's with us and not in one of the other groups. I do not want another enemy to fight."
Waking. Light, once again, but… Something… flick over eye, giving everything a darker tint. Blocking out light but could still see.
Looking around. Grey, grey, grey… Nothing.
Bars in one wall.
What are bars?
…
Standing. Leaning against grey with shaking legs, thick legs. Scales glint from shining light but bearable to look at.
Green.
Short tail moves as look around, out bars.
More bars.
Something behind bars!
Makes hissing. Falls, tries to get away from thing.
Thing bad.
Squash in corner, head on… Knees? Yes, knees. Not look at thing.
Where am I?
Want to go home.
…
What is home?
"It's waking."
The green feathered one goes to the bars in the front of the cell, and watches the new young scaled one wake up and stand.
The orange furred one grunts again. "Don't startle it. Don't try talking to it either. Judging by what you were like when you were brought in, it won't respond."
"I can at least try."
He grips the bars, looking through them. The newcomer hasn't noticed him yet.
"Hello?"
The newcomer's head whips round. It hisses, but the concentration it's using to make a sound has taken concentration off its legs and it falls.
"I told you. It'll come round in a few days." The orange-furred one gives a small smirk through its tusks.
The feathered one smooths down its read headdress of feathers and goes back to the orange one.
"…Was I really like that when I was new?"
Behind him the newcomer gives small scared hisses as it tries to squash itself in the corner under the hanging hammock it's been given as a bed.
Guessed who it is yet? Don't worry, you will.
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