Agony exploded as consciousness blossomed. Thus, like its brothers, the first moments of the thing's life were defined by pain.
All vision was convoluted. Red lights danced, mingling with a sickening gold before swirling in and out of blackness. Sound roared, a screaming silence that threatened to drown the newfound awareness.
As the world stopped its heaving, sight and sound had the mercy to end their chaotic rampage and settle into identifiable patterns. Accompanying the solidifying of those two senses was the discovery of three new ones--taste, smell, and touch.
The pain was gone.
Something hard and cool stretched beneath the creature's curled-up form--the floor. It was his first measure of reality. Weary eyelids cracked open, wincing from the barrage of light on newly formed optics. Those golden orbs took a moment to focus, and finally the image of a pale, lanky young man, clad in black and sporting unruly fronds of dark green hair resolved into existence.
The green-haired monster let out a low whistle. "All that in one transmutation. You've outdone yourself this time, Father. And the resemblance is downright uncanny." The pale man snickered.
Another voice pierced the newborn's consciousness, the polar opposite of the green-haired one's high, silky, sarcastic tone. This new voice was low, rumbling, and calm. Old. Assertive. Authoritative.
The newborn knew instantly that it was to this voice he owed his life.
"I shall call him...Pride."
WillOfTheRoad · Thu Apr 27, 2006 @ 12:42am · 0 Comments |