Adventures of Mossy: #1 - The Breaking
Before the Breaking everything was warm and dark. I felt safe. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even have to think, only feel. And I felt good.
But then the goodness stopped, the warmth faded, and my insides started hurting. I kicked and pushed but I learnt that I was made of stuff that couldn't move very well. I realized it wasn't really my fault, I was being kept prisoner. The shell was keeping me prisoner inside. What was once my warm everything from which I came to be, suddenly felt simply like a dark, empty space that could not help my hurting any more. I had to do something to stop that hurting and the Shell was in my way, so I thought for the first time, and my first thought was:
Soon after my first thought I had my first worry: "The Shell won't let me go" so I had to think some more, and I added: "Unless I do something about it". I felt angry. Why was the Shell doing this to me? After it kept me safe and warm all this time, since I can remember... It's turning against me? I don't understand...
I decided I was going to get out, and if the Shell wasn't going to let me,
Then I would kill it.
That's it!
Something broke. My insides screamed in triumph. I had dreamed of the Breaking and it happened. So it was true. I wanted to cry in joy when I felt the light for the first time. I didn't even know something like that existed, I didn't even know I could feel it, and it left me with the urge to open the eyes I didn't know I had, but back then I still couldn't. I promised myself I would try later, for now I had to complete the Breaking and come out of the Shell...
I opened my mouth and fresh air came rushing in. It hurt at first, but then I felt good.
It took me a while to realise those noises came from me. I was crying out. I was a thing. I was alive. And I was free!
I felt the Shell's pieces all over me, and I also felt sticky. I smelled of Shell and of warmth and of darkness, and also of myself. The air smelled of everything and nothing, it made me dizzy. But I was still hurting inside. I didn't know what to do, where to even start to placate that hurting. The world outside of the Shell felt scary and infinite and it drove me crazy, so I didn't dare move from the familiar smell of me and the Shell, even though I hated it and killed it with anger, it was still my own little world, all I knew and cared for until now. I wasn't ready to leave it behind.
I sniffed. I couldn't see yet, I didn't even know what seeing was like, so I waited. I sniffed around waiting to understand what it all meant.
Until I could finally see.
It took me an eternity to understand what I was seeing. A bigger eternity than what it took me to be able to open my eyes. And I was hurting so much more inside. I felt like I was about to die, even though I didn't really know what dying actually was, but I knew that it meant the end of me. I didn't want to end before I at least understood what I even was, so I kept sniffing - what I was good at - and slowly but surely I made sense of my scent and what it meant, and what everything else meant. It was the world, and I was a creature, alive. Something made me, I must find them.
I must....
That was the Breaking.
But then the goodness stopped, the warmth faded, and my insides started hurting. I kicked and pushed but I learnt that I was made of stuff that couldn't move very well. I realized it wasn't really my fault, I was being kept prisoner. The shell was keeping me prisoner inside. What was once my warm everything from which I came to be, suddenly felt simply like a dark, empty space that could not help my hurting any more. I had to do something to stop that hurting and the Shell was in my way, so I thought for the first time, and my first thought was:
Breaking!
Soon after my first thought I had my first worry: "The Shell won't let me go" so I had to think some more, and I added: "Unless I do something about it". I felt angry. Why was the Shell doing this to me? After it kept me safe and warm all this time, since I can remember... It's turning against me? I don't understand...
I decided I was going to get out, and if the Shell wasn't going to let me,
Then I would kill it.
Push... push...push harder.
Push.
Harder.
Harder.
*crack*
"?"
Push some more. And some more. And even more.
*CRACK*
"!!!!"
That's it!
Something broke. My insides screamed in triumph. I had dreamed of the Breaking and it happened. So it was true. I wanted to cry in joy when I felt the light for the first time. I didn't even know something like that existed, I didn't even know I could feel it, and it left me with the urge to open the eyes I didn't know I had, but back then I still couldn't. I promised myself I would try later, for now I had to complete the Breaking and come out of the Shell...
*CRACK*
I opened my mouth and fresh air came rushing in. It hurt at first, but then I felt good.
"Squeeek!"
"Squeeek!"
"Squeeek!"
It took me a while to realise those noises came from me. I was crying out. I was a thing. I was alive. And I was free!
I felt the Shell's pieces all over me, and I also felt sticky. I smelled of Shell and of warmth and of darkness, and also of myself. The air smelled of everything and nothing, it made me dizzy. But I was still hurting inside. I didn't know what to do, where to even start to placate that hurting. The world outside of the Shell felt scary and infinite and it drove me crazy, so I didn't dare move from the familiar smell of me and the Shell, even though I hated it and killed it with anger, it was still my own little world, all I knew and cared for until now. I wasn't ready to leave it behind.
I sniffed. I couldn't see yet, I didn't even know what seeing was like, so I waited. I sniffed around waiting to understand what it all meant.
Until I could finally see.
It took me an eternity to understand what I was seeing. A bigger eternity than what it took me to be able to open my eyes. And I was hurting so much more inside. I felt like I was about to die, even though I didn't really know what dying actually was, but I knew that it meant the end of me. I didn't want to end before I at least understood what I even was, so I kept sniffing - what I was good at - and slowly but surely I made sense of my scent and what it meant, and what everything else meant. It was the world, and I was a creature, alive. Something made me, I must find them.
I must....
That was the Breaking.
It was only the beginning...
Summary
Species: Sheldoraptor
Gender: Female
Physique: Dromaeosaur
Livery: Brown base, Green plumage
Feathers: check!
Sharpteeth: check!
Claws: check!
Sickleclaws: check!
Raptor eyes: check!
Tail tip feathers: check!
Peculiarity: something to do with thoughts...
Age: hatchling
Parents: what're those?
Siblings: are they something to eat?
Communication: squeeks, squeals, and hisses
Diet: meat. Bloody. Yum!
Gender: Female
Physique: Dromaeosaur
Livery: Brown base, Green plumage
Feathers: check!
Sharpteeth: check!
Claws: check!
Sickleclaws: check!
Raptor eyes: check!
Tail tip feathers: check!
Peculiarity: something to do with thoughts...
Age: hatchling
Parents: what're those?
Siblings: are they something to eat?
Communication: squeeks, squeals, and hisses
Diet: meat. Bloody. Yum!
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