The Fun Has Arrived {open}
Aug 2, 2013 12:31:49 GMT -5
Post by Charon on Aug 2, 2013 12:31:49 GMT -5
Early morning. It was a time when the sun began its ascent into the sky, brightening the world, and it brought warmth to those who stood in its rays. Some cherished this time, for it meant they would live to see another day, while others despised its coming, for it meant getting up out of their slumber. On this particular morning though, a special event occurred unlike any other. It was the birth of a unique canine, and it all started with a simple breeze...
A light breeze was floating through The Orchard on this fine day near the forming offspring pods. Charon. The name was whispered on the cool air as it glided by. Charon. It was the first thing that the little creature would hear, and would bear for the rest of his existence. The breeze tickled the small canine's nose through a small opening, and caused a marvelous stir within the leafy pod. The leaves expanded and contracted more and more for a few brief seconds. Then it happened.
"A-a-choo!"
A grand sneeze had caused the pup's encasement to rip from its previous location and fly backward sharply. It moved suddenly with such a great force as to knock against the tree's bark which held it. The moment the leafy pod made contact with the tree, a small yelp was produced and the leaves unfurled willingly on the ground. Inside, a small furry bundle covered in a liquid-like substance was revealed. It was gooey and sticky in texture, but smelled sweet. Charon was alive, and there was no turning back now.
Charon's dull orange eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the bright light now pouring into them. Instinct drove the small one to extend his tickle-me-pink colored tongue and lick himself clean. There was a small cord attaching him to the pod by his stomach, and sharp teeth reached out to sever it. He would no longer need the nutrients that the pod provided and would have to find other means of survival. However, that was the last thing on the little canine's mind. His belly was round and full from a recent meal. He examined his short, dark chocolate fur carefully and stepped out of the pod he'd come to know and love. It was his sanctuary, his first home, but any longer in there and he would soon be too big for it anyway.
"Charon." The puppy advanced into the grass beneath his birth tree, murmuring his name for the first time in a clear tone. He sniffed lightly at the foliage, tail wagging involuntarily without further prompt. It wouldn't take long for this one to learn the full extent of his bodily functions. He was rapidly gaining information about the world around him with each step. Charon boldly began to move from the pod. His confidence was growing and he was beginning to process new, more complex thoughts.
That voice on the breeze, the first one that seemed to bring him to life, informed him somehow step-by-step about the world around him. He learned about the flowers, the grass, and the fruit. Everything the small creature questioned, the answer was given. He learned the basic elements of who he was, though a grasp on who he would become and what his purpose for living was would come later. Charon didn't know if this guiding force would last forever, but it certainly was advantageous in his earliest stages. He would probably never come to know his parents in the flesh, but denoted the force as a gift from someone. Deep down in his spirit, he felt that this presence was where he originated. The canine almost instantly ascertained the meaning and feeling of gratitude. He stored it away for future reference in his memory bank like everything else. Intelligence radiated from the small creature and a sense of joy did as well.
The newborn canine felt a bubbling, deep within his chest as he traveled along The Orchard, and sought to let it out. He lifted his head to sky, again acting purely on instinct, and released a sing song little howl. It permeated the atmosphere only a little bit but Charon felt that it was good. This all was good.
A light breeze was floating through The Orchard on this fine day near the forming offspring pods. Charon. The name was whispered on the cool air as it glided by. Charon. It was the first thing that the little creature would hear, and would bear for the rest of his existence. The breeze tickled the small canine's nose through a small opening, and caused a marvelous stir within the leafy pod. The leaves expanded and contracted more and more for a few brief seconds. Then it happened.
"A-a-choo!"
A grand sneeze had caused the pup's encasement to rip from its previous location and fly backward sharply. It moved suddenly with such a great force as to knock against the tree's bark which held it. The moment the leafy pod made contact with the tree, a small yelp was produced and the leaves unfurled willingly on the ground. Inside, a small furry bundle covered in a liquid-like substance was revealed. It was gooey and sticky in texture, but smelled sweet. Charon was alive, and there was no turning back now.
Charon's dull orange eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the bright light now pouring into them. Instinct drove the small one to extend his tickle-me-pink colored tongue and lick himself clean. There was a small cord attaching him to the pod by his stomach, and sharp teeth reached out to sever it. He would no longer need the nutrients that the pod provided and would have to find other means of survival. However, that was the last thing on the little canine's mind. His belly was round and full from a recent meal. He examined his short, dark chocolate fur carefully and stepped out of the pod he'd come to know and love. It was his sanctuary, his first home, but any longer in there and he would soon be too big for it anyway.
"Charon." The puppy advanced into the grass beneath his birth tree, murmuring his name for the first time in a clear tone. He sniffed lightly at the foliage, tail wagging involuntarily without further prompt. It wouldn't take long for this one to learn the full extent of his bodily functions. He was rapidly gaining information about the world around him with each step. Charon boldly began to move from the pod. His confidence was growing and he was beginning to process new, more complex thoughts.
That voice on the breeze, the first one that seemed to bring him to life, informed him somehow step-by-step about the world around him. He learned about the flowers, the grass, and the fruit. Everything the small creature questioned, the answer was given. He learned the basic elements of who he was, though a grasp on who he would become and what his purpose for living was would come later. Charon didn't know if this guiding force would last forever, but it certainly was advantageous in his earliest stages. He would probably never come to know his parents in the flesh, but denoted the force as a gift from someone. Deep down in his spirit, he felt that this presence was where he originated. The canine almost instantly ascertained the meaning and feeling of gratitude. He stored it away for future reference in his memory bank like everything else. Intelligence radiated from the small creature and a sense of joy did as well.
The newborn canine felt a bubbling, deep within his chest as he traveled along The Orchard, and sought to let it out. He lifted his head to sky, again acting purely on instinct, and released a sing song little howl. It permeated the atmosphere only a little bit but Charon felt that it was good. This all was good.