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Time had a habit of burying pains it was said, and while it was true for some not everyone could find comfort in such a way. Time also had this habit of hiding pain within the world, many tragedies lost under sand, rock, and earth. Their tales lost, past pains and loves, hopes and fears gone to the sands of time forever.

One such of these places, once filled with love and laughter now laid abandoned deep underground, the weight of years having pressed down the earth to fill in almost all passages into the network of caverns deep below. Only small ones remained, where little creatures scurried to and from the ruins below. A temple had been built within them once, made of grey and white marble. It had been lavish, halls made from the smoothed stone. Much of its splendor had been ravaged by the elements, walls, furnishings, and most other signs that once life had roamed these walls having been reduced to rubble and dust.   Enough of the ruins still had integrity, enough that rooms still existed within the structure and caverns. Within one such one of these, deep below the rest, nestled within old webs, laid a tomb.   However, this place had once been a place of life many, many years before.

While nothing else but rats and insects had roamed within it, something this night was beginning to stir, a new lifeform long thought gone, extinguished.

For a faint green egg laid down there, in the darkness.

It was swaddled in a thick cocoon of greyed webbing, tucked away in a corner of a room that had once been grand. Statues styled after spiders in some way laid in varying states of deterioration about the once beautiful room. Now webbing, dusty and old lined the walls and was woven over and between almost every surface. Other cocoons were also nestled among these webs, however the smooth dome of webbing that protected these had been torn open from the inside in the distant past. The children born from those eggs had been loved, tended to for their new, yet sadly short lives. The union that had brought these newborns into the world had been one of vastly different worlds, so much so that the children hadn’t been able to survive long in a world so vastly incompatible for them.   Now they laid at rest. They were buried in small stone caches arranged in the room. Six in all, young lives to unstable for this life.

Such was the sad fate for some among the children of those who embodied Reality.

Yet, one of those eggs still lived, even after the years had passed and life had vanished from what was once a loving home. Disaster after disaster had kept happening, driving those away from their home for good. Leaving this one egg, one small lone egg that alone hadn’t hatched, had shown no sign of life. Not even a heartbeat.

That was, till just a few months ago.

Something strange had stirred within the land, the air: an unknown pulse, an anomaly felt by few. No one knew what it was, nor knew exactly what it did. For it seemed it had done nothing at all. Yet…that anomaly did something, awoke the egg, and the strange heart that laid dormant within.

After all these months, it was time for that strange new life to emerge.

It began as a faint scratching sound, so quiet that even in these silent caverns it was barely audible. The curled-up form of the little creature that had been developing within the egg stirred, stretched, causing the faintly transparent shell to shift and stretch along with it.   It wasn’t like a bird’s egg, the shell soft and almost elastic to the touch. Each movement that stirred it also caused the cocoon to rock, the old webbing slowly flacking off, along with copious amounts of dust. The webbing had deteriorated a great deal during the ages, falling away in clumps to the stone flour below with each rock and shift.   Finally, part of the translucent green egg was revealed, and the dark curled up form within. It stretched, out, shadowed form straining, before finally, the stretchy barrier gave way with a wet, fleshly sound of tearing vitelline.

Cold stale air flowed into the tear, falling against soft chitin. The creature stirred, long legs slowly uncurling, stretching without restraint into the open air. The legs were spider like, thin and were mostly grey with just a hint of white at the joints. They trembled, dripping viscous liquid onto the floor before the soft tips touched the ground. They recoiled, before tentatively lowering down once more. They tapped gently against the strange new texture, feeling the rock beneath them. Tiny claws, so little they couldn’t really be seen lightly gripped experimentally, feeling, giving the creature its first sense of the outside world.

Gradually the thin little legs, faint knubs and rubbery ridges that hinted at sharper angles to come, drying slowly in the air extended further out. Taking a grip those legs tensed, and with an unpleasant squelching sound helped pull the new life out from the cocoon.

First came another pair of spider-like legs, a little longer than the first set. However, what came out next more resembled a small infant’s hand, only with three fingers and a thumb. They were a pale grey and a little knubby, the tips lightly pointed and soft. Bit by bit they stretched out, and more of the little body they were attached to followed, and more of these strange traits carried onto the little body that emerged.

What entered the air was unlike its siblings when they had come into the world, or anything else that had ever breathed in that land.

A small creature crawled out onto the smooth rock floor, dripping wet and trembling before finally, its spider like legs gave out beneath its grey and black body. The baby let out a weak, chattering squeal as it sprawled onto the ground, its cocoon breaking apart beneath its little body.   Spread out the strange infant was only about a foot long, and very skinny. Its little body trembled, its thin chest heaving as new lungs filled with air, its little hands grasping at the air and ground with thin scratching sounds. Gradually the creature calmed, its breathing slowed, and with a soft flutter, its eyes blinked open.

All four of them.

There were two sets exactly, set in a small almost human-like face. The larger set of eyes were set as would be typical, set on either side of a thin exoskeleton-covered nose. The smaller set however was set further up his forehead, along where the brows typically would be. All had black sclera that surrounded bright magenta irises, so bright they glowed with a faint bioluminescent light. Odder even were the little creature’s pupils, which were a bright blue colour, and slitted like a feline’s.

These strange eyes slowly blinked, all out of sync for a time as the strange little child tried to get used to its new body.   Finally, they focused together, the darkness slowly peeling back as the glow within their eyes fought back all compressing darkness.

Those odd little eyes cast the first light this place had seen for many years.

~~~

Finished the picture!! And posted along with it the first part to the little story I am writing about Rook's first few days.

More will come soon, just got to draw up some more cute little pictures of this little guy as I go. I love drawing this little guy >w<

As always comments and questions are always welcomed, and as always I hope everything is going well. Ciao for now!!

Description

Time had a habit of burying pains it was said, and while it was true for some not everyone could find comfort in such a way. Time also had this habit of hiding pain within the world, many tragedies lost under sand, rock, and earth. Their tales lost, past pains and loves, hopes and fears gone to the sands of time forever.

One such of these places, once filled with love and laughter now laid abandoned deep underground, the weight of years having pressed down the earth to fill in almost all passages into the network of caverns deep below. Only small ones remained, where little creatures scurried to and from the ruins below. A temple had been built within them once, made of grey and white marble. It had been lavish, halls made from the smoothed stone. Much of its splendor had been ravaged by the elements, walls, furnishings, and most other signs that once life had roamed these walls having been reduced to rubble and dust.   Enough of the ruins still had integrity, enough that rooms still existed within the structure and caverns. Within one such one of these, deep below the rest, nestled within old webs, laid a tomb.   However, this place had once been a place of life many, many years before.

While nothing else but rats and insects had roamed within it, something this night was beginning to stir, a new lifeform long thought gone, extinguished.

For a faint green egg laid down there, in the darkness.

It was swaddled in a thick cocoon of greyed webbing, tucked away in a corner of a room that had once been grand. Statues styled after spiders in some way laid in varying states of deterioration about the once beautiful room. Now webbing, dusty and old lined the walls and was woven over and between almost every surface. Other cocoons were also nestled among these webs, however the smooth dome of webbing that protected these had been torn open from the inside in the distant past. The children born from those eggs had been loved, tended to for their new, yet sadly short lives. The union that had brought these newborns into the world had been one of vastly different worlds, so much so that the children hadn’t been able to survive long in a world so vastly incompatible for them.   Now they laid at rest. They were buried in small stone caches arranged in the room. Six in all, young lives to unstable for this life.

Such was the sad fate for some among the children of those who embodied Reality.

Yet, one of those eggs still lived, even after the years had passed and life had vanished from what was once a loving home. Disaster after disaster had kept happening, driving those away from their home for good. Leaving this one egg, one small lone egg that alone hadn’t hatched, had shown no sign of life. Not even a heartbeat.

That was, till just a few months ago.

Something strange had stirred within the land, the air: an unknown pulse, an anomaly felt by few. No one knew what it was, nor knew exactly what it did. For it seemed it had done nothing at all. Yet…that anomaly did something, awoke the egg, and the strange heart that laid dormant within.

After all these months, it was time for that strange new life to emerge.

It began as a faint scratching sound, so quiet that even in these silent caverns it was barely audible. The curled-up form of the little creature that had been developing within the egg stirred, stretched, causing the faintly transparent shell to shift and stretch along with it.   It wasn’t like a bird’s egg, the shell soft and almost elastic to the touch. Each movement that stirred it also caused the cocoon to rock, the old webbing slowly flacking off, along with copious amounts of dust. The webbing had deteriorated a great deal during the ages, falling away in clumps to the stone flour below with each rock and shift.   Finally, part of the translucent green egg was revealed, and the dark curled up form within. It stretched, out, shadowed form straining, before finally, the stretchy barrier gave way with a wet, fleshly sound of tearing vitelline.

Cold stale air flowed into the tear, falling against soft chitin. The creature stirred, long legs slowly uncurling, stretching without restraint into the open air. The legs were spider like, thin and were mostly grey with just a hint of white at the joints. They trembled, dripping viscous liquid onto the floor before the soft tips touched the ground. They recoiled, before tentatively lowering down once more. They tapped gently against the strange new texture, feeling the rock beneath them. Tiny claws, so little they couldn’t really be seen lightly gripped experimentally, feeling, giving the creature its first sense of the outside world.

Gradually the thin little legs, faint knubs and rubbery ridges that hinted at sharper angles to come, drying slowly in the air extended further out. Taking a grip those legs tensed, and with an unpleasant squelching sound helped pull the new life out from the cocoon.

First came another pair of spider-like legs, a little longer than the first set. However, what came out next more resembled a small infant’s hand, only with three fingers and a thumb. They were a pale grey and a little knubby, the tips lightly pointed and soft. Bit by bit they stretched out, and more of the little body they were attached to followed, and more of these strange traits carried onto the little body that emerged.

What entered the air was unlike its siblings when they had come into the world, or anything else that had ever breathed in that land.

A small creature crawled out onto the smooth rock floor, dripping wet and trembling before finally, its spider like legs gave out beneath its grey and black body. The baby let out a weak, chattering squeal as it sprawled onto the ground, its cocoon breaking apart beneath its little body.   Spread out the strange infant was only about a foot long, and very skinny. Its little body trembled, its thin chest heaving as new lungs filled with air, its little hands grasping at the air and ground with thin scratching sounds. Gradually the creature calmed, its breathing slowed, and with a soft flutter, its eyes blinked open.

All four of them.

There were two sets exactly, set in a small almost human-like face. The larger set of eyes were set as would be typical, set on either side of a thin exoskeleton-covered nose. The smaller set however was set further up his forehead, along where the brows typically would be. All had black sclera that surrounded bright magenta irises, so bright they glowed with a faint bioluminescent light. Odder even were the little creature’s pupils, which were a bright blue colour, and slitted like a feline’s.

These strange eyes slowly blinked, all out of sync for a time as the strange little child tried to get used to its new body.   Finally, they focused together, the darkness slowly peeling back as the glow within their eyes fought back all compressing darkness.

Those odd little eyes cast the first light this place had seen for many years.

~~~

Finished the picture!! And posted along with it the first part to the little story I am writing about Rook's first few days.

More will come soon, just got to draw up some more cute little pictures of this little guy as I go. I love drawing this little guy >w<

As always comments and questions are always welcomed, and as always I hope everything is going well. Ciao for now!!