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AlienNation ! Sorry for delay!
Andromeda was falling. Falling from the heavens, and that she knew. Her body was lit aflame, the speed at which she was falling too quick to be without such an entrance. This place- She didn't know where it was, but she did know one thing, and that was simply that she
needed to keep this egg safe. It was far more fragile than she- She could take the heat. The impact she knew was coming. But that fear lingered. What if the egg failed to take the landing. Her claws scrabbled along the surface of the egg and she felt herself screaming, with her body moving too quick, so that by the time she'd let the sound go, it was already far behind her, beyond her hearing. She would be fine- She had to be fine- she curled around the egg, what mattered more than her was-
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The dragon stirred. A low groan left them, as pain ran ruthlessly through their body. They were on their side, uncomfortable, sprawled out in a spot on ground that was unfamiliar to them. They were in pain. Slowly- slowly, the eased themself unsteadily to their feet. And something tumbled out of their grasp.
Twisting to look at the thing- and gaining a sharp crick in their neck, causing them to wince down, dropping to a kneeling stance and pressing their head in against the dirt- the smoldering dirt, but the heat didn't bother them as perhaps it should. In fact, it felt nice against their head. They rested for a moment, feeling comforted, feeling slightly more at ease. Before their curiosity was remembered, and their head lifted to look at the object they seemed to have been holding.
It was perfectly round.. Floating, just so slightly, above the ground- Streaks of
something orbited the object, and the dragon was entransed. She drew closer, nudging her nose to the object, only to feel its warmth. It startled her, but she quickly scolded herself for such behaviour. They were surrounded by warmth, it only makes sense for this whatever it is to be warm.
She inspected closer, squinting at the object. Something in her chest stirred. She didn't know what it was- but very quickly, she was realizing.. there was much that she didn't know. For example- Where was she? More pressing, Who was she? Why did she have this mysterious thing, why did she want to take it into her arms and hold it? More and more questions arose in her, none of which she could find answers for. one of her clawed feet finds it's way to her head, and she presses it hard to the center of the surface, trying to recall any of the information she so desired. Only to come up with nothing. Disorientation filled her, as she could come up with nothing but blank.
Her gaze falls back to the sphere, and she hesitates, before drawing it into her arms, rising, and stepping slowly out of the circle of dirt. Searching around it, for any sign of who she might be, but once again she was met with nothing. Their identity was lost to them.
But really, did that matter so much? If it were unimportant enough that she could have lost it, did it matter in the first place? She had no pretty words for what she felt- and she was hardly sure she felt anything at all, but for the faint and lingering confusion that sat so prominently in the forefront of her mind. There are very few pretty words for when one has lost all sense of who they were.
Three times, her feet guide her around the circle. The circle, with such a large dip in the middle- Her movements are hindered, of course, by the thing she clutches so tightly to her chest, feeling it the only way to interact with the object. But no explanation for anything is offered to her. It's hard to feel disappointment, though, when you don't know what you were looking for in the first place. The closest you can feel- and something that often gets confused with the real thing- is a strange sense of entitlement. That you should know, and yet you don't. That is what this particular Dragon was undergoing- Something that she was sure was disappointment.
Her gaze turns upwards. Curiosity still lingers with her, but it's fading. Slowly, to a sense of- well, why should she really care? She didn't need a name in this moment. She didn't need to know why she was here. What mattered was simply that she was, and that was something she would have to make do with. Answers are overrated. Simply.. allowing whatever this is to happen, seems the best path of action.
The stars stretch endless above her head. They wink and glimmer in the sky, like tiny holes poked in the dark fabric of the cosmos, to let the light from the rest of all shine through.. but her attention wasn't on that. It wasn't on anything, much. She didn't have a reason to go anywhere. Nor to do anything. So, instead- she returned to where she'd awoken. The hole, the dip. She curled herself around the whatever-it-was, and tucked her nose against it. She was sure someone would find them. Whoever that may be.
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Alright! I'm so sorry this took me a month to get to??? I haven't been able to write anything half decent for a while, and I hope that you enjoy this even with the wait you had to endure!! I think the lore of your lair is super cool, and it was awesome to write for you, even if I did take so long.
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