Day One
Jul 21, 2014 0:56:49 GMT -5
Post by liz on Jul 21, 2014 0:56:49 GMT -5
Birth is strange. Only those with the most powerful of memories can remember how it all began; the freaks of nature. For this emerging feline, however, it was a rushing feeling. Despite the slow and comfortable opening of the pod, the sunlight forced the muscles of her amber eyes to slam shut, a burst of light in what had previously been unfathomable to her. She began to slide her eyes open, and the wide, black pupils turned to smaller slits to adjust to the light. All was functioning as it should. The bright, new eyes of the cat looked down, and saw the foliage that was a short drop beneath her. She inhaled through her nose, taking her first breath. She instinctually stretched her paws out, as she began to feel gravity work its wonder on her form.
The first paw to touch the ground was her left paw. The sandy feline felt the soft dirt and grass against her pads, and took in the soft feeling. The other paw followed soon after, and then her back feet hit the ground with an equal amount of grace. While the new environment was unfamiliar, she immediately felt driven by it. She had to see it, it had to be experienced. There were so many mysteries, enough to make a head swirl. However, in the way that newborns do, she simply looked about, wide eyed, trying to learn while causing no sort of fuss inside of her.
What am I? Was her first true sign of sentience. Thoughts and words swirled about in her head, bits and fragments of meaning swirling together. She took another breath, to contemplate which is the words she felt rang true with her unfamiliar self. "Khazima," she spoke aloud, with a clear voice, and a clear head. She took her first steps effortlessly. It all had been encoded in her brain, so her only trouble was where she should go next. She had little idea as to where to go -- she only knew that she needed to move forth.
The most curious part of the whole experience, was how Khazima could already not fully remember the first time she had seen sunlight.
The first paw to touch the ground was her left paw. The sandy feline felt the soft dirt and grass against her pads, and took in the soft feeling. The other paw followed soon after, and then her back feet hit the ground with an equal amount of grace. While the new environment was unfamiliar, she immediately felt driven by it. She had to see it, it had to be experienced. There were so many mysteries, enough to make a head swirl. However, in the way that newborns do, she simply looked about, wide eyed, trying to learn while causing no sort of fuss inside of her.
What am I? Was her first true sign of sentience. Thoughts and words swirled about in her head, bits and fragments of meaning swirling together. She took another breath, to contemplate which is the words she felt rang true with her unfamiliar self. "Khazima," she spoke aloud, with a clear voice, and a clear head. She took her first steps effortlessly. It all had been encoded in her brain, so her only trouble was where she should go next. She had little idea as to where to go -- she only knew that she needed to move forth.
The most curious part of the whole experience, was how Khazima could already not fully remember the first time she had seen sunlight.