To be reborn (Anubis - Wings)
Oct 30, 2018 19:43:16 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 19:43:16 GMT -8
It was dark. Dark, humid, and small. Those were the first things Anubis woke about the strange place he found himself in as he cracked open emerald eyes on nothingness. Yet, there wasn’t nothing, there was just no light. Tentatively, Anubis took a careful breath, testing the dank air of the small enclosure. Limited, no doubt, and none of it fresh. How long had he been here? What was here? Reaching into his own mind as he extended his folded paws toward what felt like semi-hardened clay, Anubis realised he couldn’t remember anything, not since he’d left the arid grey near the hot springs at which he’d met that she-wolf. How he’d ended up here...well, he had no idea at all. All he knew was that he could barely move, couldn’t see, and was entirely surrounded by some kind of material that blocked out all light and severely limited his air supply. It reminded him of tunnels underground, narrow passageways with little air where one couldn’t see anything but endless darkness. At least those tended to lead somewhere, thought. Feeling around this tiny enclosure, Anubis began to realise the only way he’d be going anywhere was if he somehow broke through it.
‘If this is some kind of sick joke for pissing you off Koa, I’m not impressed,’ came bitter thoughts as he set his ears back slightly and sneered into the dark.
Shuffling just slightly into a better position, Anubis started scrabbling his forepaws against the closest thing he could find to a week point in the strange clay like substance. It wasn’t just clay, though. Leaves, string...such a strange thing to try and dig his way out of as the air began to lessen and breathing became more difficult with each panting breath. Perhaps this was a bad idea, coming here. Sure, he didn’t mind it too much, and the wolves were certainly interesting, not to mention that strange goddess...but how often was he going to wind up in some crazy situation like this?
Still scrabbling and digging, surprised to be making it anywhere at all really, Anubis flattened his ears and growled, banishing his thoughts to the crevices within his mind. This was insane. Terribly insane. He’d never been fond of the dank heaviness of underground...but this was worse. This was enclosing, tightening...it felt like the walls were almost shrinking around him. The air supply certainly was, his lungs had noted with a burning protest. Growling lowly once more, Anubis held a breath irritably and put more force into digging his way out, feeling the walls grating against tender skin that already felt raw. Something strangely weighted and new encased his sides, warmly like a blanket, but without the light to see Anubis didn’t put much thought into anything aside from getting out of this predicament. It didn’t take him long to realise, though, that he was imagining himself digging a hole. Digging to bury. He had to be swift and subtle, dispose of the fallen before anyone got wind-
Light.
It was just a thin sliver, but it gave Anubis such pause that for a moment he froze in place, laboured breaths the only sound as his scrabbling and digging ceased. He blinked, recognition flaring in his eyes before he continued digging with a renewed vigour, widening the tiny inkling of a hole until it was big enough for him to scramble and drag his way awkwardly through, tumbling out onto the forest floor to huff out a breath of relief.
Air. Fresh air. It filled his lungs in deep breaths as he aimed to recompose himself, not yet feeling the drive to ride from where he lay sprawled on his side among the Autumn leaves. The light of day was surprisingly blinding enough that, for a long moment, he felt compelled to close his eyes and return himself to darkness. An open darkness with a gentle breeze and the scent of trees and moss. However, his curiosity drew him tired of the darkness behind his eyelids, and he cracked them open again as he eased himself onto his stomach. What lay the way he’d come surprised him. What it reminded him of was a butterfly’s cocoon, but bigger, and surprisingly it was strongly remeniscent of him. A dark blue - nearly black surface patterned in paler flame like markings. Unsure what else to do with himself for the moment, he simply stared, sensing the time ticking by around him like it never did in the Eternal Night.
And then it turned to ash, collapsing and crumbling into dust before him to be swept up on the gentle breeze, scattering piece by piece for however long it may take to be gone. How quickly it had disintegrated almost made him question whether he’d truly seen a giant cocoon patterned to match him, or if he’d simply imagined it. However, despite the potential of dreaming or a strangely tangled and vivid imagination, he supposed it had to be real. At least, as he shifted to his paws, the burning sensation coating his body like he’d been dragged through endless thorns or skinned alive certainly felt real.
Twitching warily at the raw sensation, Anubis glanced over his body in expectation to see cuts or burns, maybe clumps of fur missing or blood he hadn’t yet smelt. However, not only was his fur perfectly intact, but it seemed he’d grown a little something extra. Feathers akin to the coloration of his fur sprouted from his sides in the form of a pair of folded wings, and numbly he felt aware he could feel much of these new additions. Tentatively, Anubis twitched the muscles, starting with his neck and shoulders before extending across the strange new wings. They certainly felt a part of him, and yet...strangely not. Frowning in contemplation and admitting confusion, Anubis thought back to Koa, before stretching out the limbs as she had, extending them experimentally until his flinched and jerked away slightly as the tip of one brushed against a nearby tree. It felt...natural, to stretch them out and move them.
’Still,’ Anubis figured as he folding them back in neatly to his strangely burning sides, ‘these are going to take some getting used to.’
A monstrous, murderous, fear-inspiring, winged creature...A dark, dangerous smirk drew acros his features. He supposed now he nigh fit a dragon’s description.
‘If this is some kind of sick joke for pissing you off Koa, I’m not impressed,’ came bitter thoughts as he set his ears back slightly and sneered into the dark.
Shuffling just slightly into a better position, Anubis started scrabbling his forepaws against the closest thing he could find to a week point in the strange clay like substance. It wasn’t just clay, though. Leaves, string...such a strange thing to try and dig his way out of as the air began to lessen and breathing became more difficult with each panting breath. Perhaps this was a bad idea, coming here. Sure, he didn’t mind it too much, and the wolves were certainly interesting, not to mention that strange goddess...but how often was he going to wind up in some crazy situation like this?
Still scrabbling and digging, surprised to be making it anywhere at all really, Anubis flattened his ears and growled, banishing his thoughts to the crevices within his mind. This was insane. Terribly insane. He’d never been fond of the dank heaviness of underground...but this was worse. This was enclosing, tightening...it felt like the walls were almost shrinking around him. The air supply certainly was, his lungs had noted with a burning protest. Growling lowly once more, Anubis held a breath irritably and put more force into digging his way out, feeling the walls grating against tender skin that already felt raw. Something strangely weighted and new encased his sides, warmly like a blanket, but without the light to see Anubis didn’t put much thought into anything aside from getting out of this predicament. It didn’t take him long to realise, though, that he was imagining himself digging a hole. Digging to bury. He had to be swift and subtle, dispose of the fallen before anyone got wind-
Light.
It was just a thin sliver, but it gave Anubis such pause that for a moment he froze in place, laboured breaths the only sound as his scrabbling and digging ceased. He blinked, recognition flaring in his eyes before he continued digging with a renewed vigour, widening the tiny inkling of a hole until it was big enough for him to scramble and drag his way awkwardly through, tumbling out onto the forest floor to huff out a breath of relief.
Air. Fresh air. It filled his lungs in deep breaths as he aimed to recompose himself, not yet feeling the drive to ride from where he lay sprawled on his side among the Autumn leaves. The light of day was surprisingly blinding enough that, for a long moment, he felt compelled to close his eyes and return himself to darkness. An open darkness with a gentle breeze and the scent of trees and moss. However, his curiosity drew him tired of the darkness behind his eyelids, and he cracked them open again as he eased himself onto his stomach. What lay the way he’d come surprised him. What it reminded him of was a butterfly’s cocoon, but bigger, and surprisingly it was strongly remeniscent of him. A dark blue - nearly black surface patterned in paler flame like markings. Unsure what else to do with himself for the moment, he simply stared, sensing the time ticking by around him like it never did in the Eternal Night.
And then it turned to ash, collapsing and crumbling into dust before him to be swept up on the gentle breeze, scattering piece by piece for however long it may take to be gone. How quickly it had disintegrated almost made him question whether he’d truly seen a giant cocoon patterned to match him, or if he’d simply imagined it. However, despite the potential of dreaming or a strangely tangled and vivid imagination, he supposed it had to be real. At least, as he shifted to his paws, the burning sensation coating his body like he’d been dragged through endless thorns or skinned alive certainly felt real.
Twitching warily at the raw sensation, Anubis glanced over his body in expectation to see cuts or burns, maybe clumps of fur missing or blood he hadn’t yet smelt. However, not only was his fur perfectly intact, but it seemed he’d grown a little something extra. Feathers akin to the coloration of his fur sprouted from his sides in the form of a pair of folded wings, and numbly he felt aware he could feel much of these new additions. Tentatively, Anubis twitched the muscles, starting with his neck and shoulders before extending across the strange new wings. They certainly felt a part of him, and yet...strangely not. Frowning in contemplation and admitting confusion, Anubis thought back to Koa, before stretching out the limbs as she had, extending them experimentally until his flinched and jerked away slightly as the tip of one brushed against a nearby tree. It felt...natural, to stretch them out and move them.
’Still,’ Anubis figured as he folding them back in neatly to his strangely burning sides, ‘these are going to take some getting used to.’
A monstrous, murderous, fear-inspiring, winged creature...A dark, dangerous smirk drew acros his features. He supposed now he nigh fit a dragon’s description.