Post by m!chelle--✗ on Oct 18, 2007 21:09:03 GMT -5
Appearance
The egg's shell is stormy gray and blue, contstantly swirling and changing, like clouds on a windy day. Distant rumbles of thunder can be heard from within, and ever so often a flash of light will zigzag it's way across the smooth, moist surface of the egg. It is about a foot long in leangth, and oval-shaped.
History || Egg's Point of View
It was night, and shrieks of terror and rage filled the air. Torchlight flickered across the outside of my shell as the men rushed past, gripping weapons and shouting to eachother.
My mother roared as they approached our cave, and hovered over the nest protectively as she attempted to fend off the attackers. But there were too many. I could not see what happened after that, but I heard everything, and that was enough.
My sisters and brothers who had already hatched came home from their hunting trip at that point, and were greeted by the horrible scene of the men massacring our cave. They roared with outrage and joined our mother in defending the nest, but to no avail. One by one I heard them shriek and fall. My mother started shouting in our tongue, foriegn to the humans, for my siblings to run, and save the eggs. Some of my siblings escaped from the cave with minor wounds and carrying eggs. But my mother remained, trying to save me, the last egg, almost forgotten.
She continued to battle, but was weakening, and now alone. I knew she would never make it, and I called out to her, trying to convince her to flee with the rest of my family, and leave me. I believed that her life was more important to me and to our family than mine, for I was just an insignificant unhatched egg, hardly vital to our survival. I still believe this as I wait...
But she refused to listen, and finally she howled in pain one last time and fell, writhing on the cave floor before falling still, her last breath leaving her magnificent body with a soft sigh. I felt the vibrations of her heavy form come to a standstill, and knew that she had lost. The men cheered, and I wept.
The humans had really not cared much about the eggs or my siblings, only about killing the beast living in the cave. Their task accomplished with my mother's death, they left the cave, leaving me alone in the nest.
My siblings came back and buried my mother's body, but did not notice me in my lone corner of the cave in the abandoned nest, and soon left as well, off to find a safer place to live, away from the humans. I heard talk of an island far to the west as they prepared my mother's burial, but then they were gone, leaving me alone once more.
Now I waited in this lone, forgotten cave, for the one soul who would remember my existance and bring me back to the world of the living. For I did not live during those long, lonely years, but seemed to go into a deep sleep, and my shell paled and the colors of the storm dulled, as did the sounds from within my shell. I hardly dreamt, and when I did it was dreams of being rescued and hatched by a girl with pale unseeing eyes. My one hope was for her to find me, but I realized, in the few times that I woke, that if I was not her eyes, then she would never find the cave. So this was impossible. I slept.
But then hope did come, though not in the form of a girl with pale, blind eyes, but as a group of cheerful gypsies, traveling in the forest where my cave was. They built their camp on the earth where my mother had fallen so many years ago, and then one of their young, a small human child, discovered me in the cold, stone corner of the cave, for my nest of twigs had decayed and dissapeared over time. The child brought me to the elders of the gypsy group, and they realized how rare and precious I was. They took great care of me, handling my egg as if I were a delicate jewel. Some spoke to me, but I could not reply but with shakes and changes of my shell, for I could not talk but to the one who would hatch me, and the girl with pale eyes was not here.
But I still hope, as I am carried from one place to the next, that I will come across the girl who is destined to hatch me, and then my fate will be true.
The egg's shell is stormy gray and blue, contstantly swirling and changing, like clouds on a windy day. Distant rumbles of thunder can be heard from within, and ever so often a flash of light will zigzag it's way across the smooth, moist surface of the egg. It is about a foot long in leangth, and oval-shaped.
History || Egg's Point of View
It was night, and shrieks of terror and rage filled the air. Torchlight flickered across the outside of my shell as the men rushed past, gripping weapons and shouting to eachother.
My mother roared as they approached our cave, and hovered over the nest protectively as she attempted to fend off the attackers. But there were too many. I could not see what happened after that, but I heard everything, and that was enough.
My sisters and brothers who had already hatched came home from their hunting trip at that point, and were greeted by the horrible scene of the men massacring our cave. They roared with outrage and joined our mother in defending the nest, but to no avail. One by one I heard them shriek and fall. My mother started shouting in our tongue, foriegn to the humans, for my siblings to run, and save the eggs. Some of my siblings escaped from the cave with minor wounds and carrying eggs. But my mother remained, trying to save me, the last egg, almost forgotten.
She continued to battle, but was weakening, and now alone. I knew she would never make it, and I called out to her, trying to convince her to flee with the rest of my family, and leave me. I believed that her life was more important to me and to our family than mine, for I was just an insignificant unhatched egg, hardly vital to our survival. I still believe this as I wait...
But she refused to listen, and finally she howled in pain one last time and fell, writhing on the cave floor before falling still, her last breath leaving her magnificent body with a soft sigh. I felt the vibrations of her heavy form come to a standstill, and knew that she had lost. The men cheered, and I wept.
The humans had really not cared much about the eggs or my siblings, only about killing the beast living in the cave. Their task accomplished with my mother's death, they left the cave, leaving me alone in the nest.
My siblings came back and buried my mother's body, but did not notice me in my lone corner of the cave in the abandoned nest, and soon left as well, off to find a safer place to live, away from the humans. I heard talk of an island far to the west as they prepared my mother's burial, but then they were gone, leaving me alone once more.
Now I waited in this lone, forgotten cave, for the one soul who would remember my existance and bring me back to the world of the living. For I did not live during those long, lonely years, but seemed to go into a deep sleep, and my shell paled and the colors of the storm dulled, as did the sounds from within my shell. I hardly dreamt, and when I did it was dreams of being rescued and hatched by a girl with pale unseeing eyes. My one hope was for her to find me, but I realized, in the few times that I woke, that if I was not her eyes, then she would never find the cave. So this was impossible. I slept.
But then hope did come, though not in the form of a girl with pale, blind eyes, but as a group of cheerful gypsies, traveling in the forest where my cave was. They built their camp on the earth where my mother had fallen so many years ago, and then one of their young, a small human child, discovered me in the cold, stone corner of the cave, for my nest of twigs had decayed and dissapeared over time. The child brought me to the elders of the gypsy group, and they realized how rare and precious I was. They took great care of me, handling my egg as if I were a delicate jewel. Some spoke to me, but I could not reply but with shakes and changes of my shell, for I could not talk but to the one who would hatch me, and the girl with pale eyes was not here.
But I still hope, as I am carried from one place to the next, that I will come across the girl who is destined to hatch me, and then my fate will be true.