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The Book of Life
Topic Started: Oct 27 2016, 09:15 PM (2,431 Views)
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Dawn

She sits on the edge of the cliff, raising her head towards the infinite sky above. The air at this altitude is cool but the sun is bright. She closes her eyes for a fleeting moment, letting the warmth soak into her plumage, the wind to gently pass along her body, parting the short filaments on her throat like a mother's loving touch, before she glances behind her again. There, a weathered collection of debris that has been the only home she has so far known lies beneath an alcove of stone and moss, where the rain and wind never reached. The bowl-shaped mass of sticks and the bleached and splintered remnants of creatures whose stories have come to their conclusion, where mother kept her warm in the night and where father brought hot meals by day. The nest - her place of safety for so many days and night, still draws her in. She has turned away from the cliff's edge and steps softly back to the edge of the shallow cave to check on the nest site periodically throughout the morning, but something prevents her from going back inside. The dark, quiet space, stained as the stone all around it is with the dried chalky stains of her droppings and crusted blood of many mealtimes, still brings her some semblance of comfort, and yet it no longer quite feels the same without her parents there alongside her, nuzzling her, protecting her. For many days already her parents have both begun to leave the nest in the morning and not return until night, and she was content to wait alone for their return with the day's successful catch to fill her tummy, but on this day she is restless, albeit not even she knows why. There is a feeling budding in her young body that she has never felt before, a drive that at times almost overtakes her. A drive to go, to spread her wings, to leave the only home she has so far known in her lifetime. As if a switch inside her as suddenly been flicked, she is no longer content to rest. Without a final backwards glance, the young empress turns back around to face the open sky and steps off of the ledge.

The prologue now over, chapter one begins.

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There are many stories in the book of life. Not every story is told the same way. Some are long, some very short. Some are fast-paced, exciting and dramatic, while others are slow and fairly uneventful. They do not always begin with a prologue or an eloquent introduction to introduce you to the story that will follow in the pages ahead. In the book of life, some stories waste no time in jumping right into the action. Just as the many books within a genre may contain similar themes but remain very distinct, however, in this book too there are no two stories quite the same, though an underlying theme courses through them all. Perhaps the most innate desire in any creature, every character in the book of life is guided by the drive to live.


Skipper

As it lay in the mud beneath a fallen tree, rain spattering around it in a deafening racket, the awkward little animal, panting from exertion, attempts to get a sense of its surroundings. A lot has happened in a very short amount of time that it must now try to make sense of.

One moment not long ago, he rested in total peace in a warm, dark cradle, the sounds of the world muffled to a steady and soothing hum around him. The next he was affronted with a shocking rush of cold and noise as he was thrown without warning into his own first chapter of life. All around him were terrible sounds, screams and shrieks. Without conscious decision, his instinct of self-preservation rose him onto his own two feet - feet that had never before touched solid ground - and led him, stumbling in the dark, to find shelter beneath the log while his mother was dragged away by a sharp-toothed monster just meters behind him and carried up into the trees, never to be seen again. Yet in the hoptoad's life story, this tragedy affects the youngster very little. Unlike some other animals, Skipper is superprecocial. From birth he would in the best case scenario be alone, fending for himself. He is a miniature version of his mother, already able to run and hunt. He knows only that he has escaped danger, neither what nor who was involved in the altercation that had resulted in his premature ejection from the womb - a last chance hope to save her unborn offspring from a fate she stood no chance to escape, being overtaken by a predator intent on finishing her story at a cliffhanger to extend its own. It was a front the manguar would succeed in doing, but it did not mean that the female hoptoad's story would end in totality. As the book of life has carried on for countless generations, through Skipper her story, in a way, would go on too.

A number of hours go by. The rain slows, then halts entirely, as the dark veil of the south polar night quietly lifts itself off the rainforest. The air becomes a chorus of bird song and other animal calls. Hesitantly Skipper peers out from beneath his refuge. The environment now glowing in morning sun, he can see that he is at the edge of a large clearing, where in addition to his own shelter several other great trees have recently been felled. In the sunlit patch that now remained, countless small flowers have already taken the opportunity to climb up over the fallen titans and weave their own quick life stories before the return of the larger trees, and the shade they bring, finishes their tales. Flitting from blossom to blossom, innumerable insects, tiny birds, and other strange flying creatures are gathering nectar.

There are no other animals as large as himself visible in the clearing. Driven by another new feeling, hunger, the weary hoptoad cautiously steps into the light, looks around, and dashes towards the patch of flowers.

The first chapter is already well under way.

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Warmth. It's is the first thing she notices as she finally parts the eggshell around her, breaking free of her natal refuge and officially entering the world and making her debut in the book of life. She is surrounded in warmth, and shrouded in some sort of very soft, downy sheet that folds over her like a tent. She stretches her legs for the very first time and rolls over, free at least from the egg after what has seemed, for sure, like an eternity since she first began to pip it in the dark hours of the morning. She chirps - and a voice many times deeper immediately responds - a familiar voice - somewhere above the shroud. The chick, an endearing if funny looking animal somewhere between gosling and fawn, looks around for the source of the response as the shroud begins to lift, letting the sunlight hit the chick for the first time. As the soft blanket - a patagium of loose, feathered skin attached to the elbow of the animal so that it may cover and incubate its nest - is pulled aside, the baby finally catches sight of the creature it had grown so accustomed to hearing over its many weeks nestled in its egg, growing until it was finally time to break free into the world. The other animal is much larger, its head alone half the size of her whole body, but she doesn't cause the infant any concern. Rather, the young one is immediately drawn to her. Her eyes are soft and welcoming and her voice already a comfort. The chick raises its own head to get a closer look at this strange new creature in its world and the much larger animal lowers its own to meet it halfway with a gentle nuzzle. It begins immediately to lick the chick dry, as the little one closes its eyes and peeps quietly in contentment. It peers up again at the friendly giant whose forelegs it nestles between in a pile of feathers and dry grass, and already, in its little mind, it is learning. This must be mother. I like mother. Within another hour, she will likely have met her father as well, and will have firmly imprinted on the two adults, at which point they will be inseparable for the first six months of the little hippogriff's life. Though she will soon be able to walk and run like the hoptoad, she will not have to go through life alone. Instincts are there to an extent, but there is equally as much that she will have to learn as she grows up - and among the most influential of any teachers she will look up to her in adolescence will be her parents.

But she is not quite ready to begin that chapter yet, and she doesn't have to. For the next day or so she will stay at her nest, saving her strength and forming a strong bond with her parents. Life started today, but it's hardly more than an introduction.

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Dawn

For a fleeting moment, she falls, head over heels, off the edge of the mountain. But in seconds, instinct begins to guide her. She spreads her arms out to full extension, immediately halting her descent and taking her into a graceful glide. The sensation is a strange one - to float, as if weightless, tens of meters above the rolling hills below. For nine months, Dawn has known only solid ground. For the first four she did little more than sit on her haunches. Eventually she learned to crawl, standing up on her hind feet and balancing with her arms. As those arms grew stronger she learned how to balance on these two limbs alone. By eight months old she could run and vault on her forearms as well as any other creature on its hind legs - as much as the narrow cliffs allowed. But until this moment she had never so much as fluttered. Now floating among the clouds, she realizes what the long, webbed digits that rose up from her wrists were there for. She was to be as much a creature of the skies as of the Earth. Indeed, few other creatures are so gifted with equal skill in such different mediums.

But flight is not something a fledgling masters in minutes, and for a creature who until now has used her wings only as legs, how to manipulate those limbs to move through the air doesn't always come naturally. As the young swiftlet soars further and further from her birthplace, she finds herself descending until she is only a few meters above the hills. Below her great herds of upright grazing mammals scatter as her shadow passes overhead, fleeing for their lives from perhaps the region's ultimate apex predator - not that the youngster, careening closer and closer to the ground, knows anything about that at this stage in her life. She has just taken the biggest plunge outside her comfort zone in her life. She has been airborne for perhaps five minutes, but in that short time has covered perhaps half a mile, and so overwhelmed has not taken a single flap in that time to keep herself aloft. Having descended the mountain of her birth and glided out over the plains, her feet suddenly begin to brush against the tops of the taller hills. Twisting her body to the side in an effort to raise her feet as high as possible, she loses her balance. Like a paper airplane losing its momentum without a gust of wind to carry it, she falls into a nosedive towards the ground. She panics, shrieks, and attempts to turn away, but without providing an uplift succeeds only in rolling over in the air to collide with the canopy of a low-growing tree. Bouncing off the foliage with a squeak, she falls as dead weight to the ground.

Dawn gets to her feet (well technically her forearms) immediately and folds up her wings, three long, clawed digits on either wrist coming together towards the sky and the membrane of skin that connects them contracting out of the way so she can walk freely. She has sustained nothing more than a few scrapes, and possibly a few bruises by tomorrow, but she is now overtaken by fear after her crash landing. Everything she sees around her is alien. Even the grass in which she stands she has no experience with, having until now known only the limestone of her cliff side nest. The nest. She searches for it the plains around her. This has been enough excitement for the day - she wants to go back to her refuge. But where is it? She turns around in a slow circle, craning her neck to see across all the horizons. To the south there is a bank of cliffs, but at the distance she cannot recognize them as her home. For the first time since her impulsive flight, the young swiftlet realizes the consequences of her actions. She is now marooned away from home and alone in a foreign land. Frightened and in need of consolation, she does the only thing that has brought comfort in these situations before: she calls for her parents.

She cautiously begins to walk forward, further from the mountains, every few seconds letting out a plaintive cry that echos across the hills - Mom? Dad? - but there comes no reply. As the minutes pass by she grows more desperate and her cries more drawn-out. Mom!? Please help. I'm lost. As she walks, she finds the grass around her - once coming only up to her wrists - begins to rise until in places it brushes her shoulders. She looks around and finds a large boulder to her right, turning toward it and pulling herself up. Here she can better see her surroundings. Approaching from the west, she can now see a large herd of the same grazing mammals she passed earlier moving slowly with their long necks rising and falling into the tall grass. They resemble long-necked rabbits propped up on two legs, a bright reddish color with white undersides and long tails ending in white tufts of hair - bronkjirds. Their smell is all over the land, a scent she recognizes from the nest, having been fed on these animals many times by her parents. She has never before seen them move and for a moment is captivated, cocking her head to the side while standing motionless on her perch. They have not seen her - or if they have, they are not perturbed. Some approach to within just a few body lengths away from her perch, raising and dipping their heads into the grass and coming up with mouthfuls they have cropped with their broad incisors. She claps her bill, erects the feathers along her neck, and hisses each time one comes too close for comfort, at which point the animal realizes her being there and takes a few steps back, turning another way before going back to its grazing. At her age she is nowhere near fully grown, but upon her rock she still stands taller than the grazers and comes across as intimidating enough that they respect her defensive posturing.

Suddenly the bronkjirds' demeanor changes. They simultaneously raise their heads and point their ears in her direction just as she becomes aware, for the first time, of something approaching her from behind, shimmering the grass as it moves toward the boulder.

...Mom? Dad?

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Skipper

He scurries through the undergrowth of the clearing, between tangled vines of jungle wildflowers and the fallen, shattered branches of trees likely felled within the last couple of years by storms. Not even a day old, he can already sprint from one patch of cover to the next, hop over obstacles, and keep a look out for danger. His eyes are large, golden, with pupils in the shape of hearts that flick this way and that in their sockets like your own might do, able to change focus without moving the whole head. His vision is acute with a particular specialization to detecting movement - even the slightest flicker, be it from predator or prey. There seem no signs of the former in the clearing now, the drama of the past night a quickly fading memory for Skipper, who's entire brain is currently fixated on a single thing: finding his very first breakfast.

His options at first seem broad. All around the young hoptoad, insects flutter and buzz, moving between the flowers of the vines that creep across the fallen tree trunks, tying themselves in knots and forming large, dense mounds of foliage. Knowing only to look for motion, he becomes fixated on every small flying bug that passes his line of sight, leaping after gnats and midges so small that he can never tell whether or not he has made a successful kill. After several such "hunts", he spots a colorful butterfly gliding idly above and gives chase - but no matter how high he leaps, he cannot reach it, the insect fluttering just that little bit higher very time he comes close. As it floats up into the canopy, his interest transfers instantly to another moving in the opposite direction. He runs back after this one, he cranes his neck and gapes his mouth wide... and falls flat on his stomach with a startled chirp, tripping over one of the many branches that litter the clearing, as the butterfly flutters off into the dark forest.

He lies there for a moment, looking around in the dappled forest light, until another movement catches his eye. A few meters to his left, a little mouse has made a dash from one patch of cover to another. Skipper is on it. He jumps to his feet and freezes, waiting for the mouse to make another move. Without so much as a breath, he stands full alert, ears and eyes at the ready, to pinpoint the exact location of the mammal so that he may pounce.

Suddenly, a small yellow bird lands less than a body's length away and begins hopping along the ground, oblivious to his presence. He turns his head but in doing so breaks his cover, giving the bird more than enough time to take flight off into the jungle. Skipper reverts his gaze back to the ground where the small mammal had made a dash for cover and waits.... and waits.... and waits. After some time he grows weary and gives up, turning around to search for something another patch of bushes, at which point the mouse makes it move. Skipper catches it in his peripheral vision and turns to give chase, but is too slow off the mark - the mouse scurries up into the vines and disappears in the leaves of a sapling out of his reach.

Growing hungrier by the moment, he doesn't waste time waiting for the mouse to return to the ground. Instead, he walks slowly and quietly along the trunk of one of the fallen trees, finding some small caterpillars along the ground and quickly gulping them down, but finding them little more than an appetizer to something more substantial. He soon spots another larger movement - this time a small green lizard sitting upon the mossy trunk - and licks his lips in anticipation. He watches it with a calculated patience as it makes its way down the log, running along its length in short bursts and then climbing up onto a wide green leaf to bask in a patch of sun. When it seems to have settled and let its guard down just enough, he makes his move, breaks cover, and charges the leaf with mouth agape. Unfortunately, he just misses his mark and instead of grabbing the hapless reptile in his jaws, bounces it off its perch the to the forest floor. Rather than run, however, the disturbed lizard stands its ground and turns to face its attacker head on. As Skipper comes in for the kill he is taken aback as he realizes that his prey, previously very appetizing, has quite suddenly changed color to a repulsive pattern of black and orange and seems to have begun to swell to almost triple its size. He steps toward the suddenly very inedible-appearing creature, nosing it gently with his snout and causing it to hiss. Startled, Skipper takes a quick step back, but the lizard is not done yet. It begins to hop toward the confused hunter, its own mouth wide open and its teeth bared. The tables suddenly seeming to have turned in a very unfavorable way, the bamboozled hoptoad turns and runs for cover of his own. The moment his back is turned his "attacker" does the same. Deflating the colorful frill of skin along its neck, it shrinks back to its former size and vanishes back into the greenery to bluff another day.

Not to be defeated, Skipper quickly re-emerges and continues his hunt. He zips through the undergrowth, peering under the logs and checking the undersides of the large leaves, occasionally discovering and licking up another small caterpillar or an occasional slug but still wanting for something more filling. Eventually he hits the jackpot and comes across a much more sizable invertebrate - a big, plump, shiny green beetle, placidly chewing along the veins of one of the lianas. A meal this size will suit Skipper very well, and he moves in for the kill. To his relief, it doesn't startle and run off as he approaches, nor does it put on a display of bluff, simply continuing its lazy grazing right up until the moment it is plucked from its perch and engulfed in the hungry hoptoad's mouth. Success at last.

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Success is short lived. The tortured squeal that follows immediately is sufficient to startle the small birds flitting in the taller branches overhead and to echo through the dark forest beyond the clearing. Skipper did not chew the beetle before attempting to swallow it, and now very much still alive, it has bitten firmly onto his tongue. He runs in a wide circle, mouth open, attempting to shake the embittered bug from his mouth, but now so upset it does not wish to give up its hold. Finally, after what seems like an eternity to poor Skipper who only wishes to find something to eat, the bug releases its grip and drops the forest floor. Skipper does not stick around to see it swiftly right itself and return, calmly and methodically, to the foliage to finish its own breakfast - instead, he bolts back out of the clearing and into the dense vegetation of the jungle beyond. Only when he is absolutely certain the big bad bug has not pursued him does he stop and rest. As he gingerly rubs his sore mouth along the mossy trunk of a dead and rotted tree, he tastes the trace of blood. Woebegone, it takes him a moment to realize that in doing this he has removed a patch of bark from the tree's trunk and revealed a sizable number of woodlice, the aberrant crustaceans scattering to find new cover along the trunk. Quickly he flicks his slightly injured tongue rapid-fire along the tree, gathering a mouthful of the little creatures. Moving along the trunk of the tree, he carefully noses up the bark and dislodges another portion that drops to the ground, revealing another abundance of invertebrates, including woodlice and small snails which he slurps up with gusto. He scratches into the leaf litter with a foot, revealing a number of small worms. He takes them. The forest floor, he has discovered, swarms with small invertebrates - more than enough to sustain him while he learns to tackle food with a bit more personality. It may not be glamorous, but it will fill the belly for now.

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Really liking these, especially the story of young Skipper - despite their ubiquitous nature in Sheatheria, this is about the first time that hoptoads have ever been explored in-depth (and it's one heck of a first look!).

A side note: Are there plans for these pictures/entries (as well as the "clade snapshots" over in the main Sheatheria thread) to make their way to your DeviantArt gallery at some point?
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Kira

At one day old, Kira learned to stand. She was wobbly at first, like a child trying out stilts for the very first time - because in effect, this is what she was required to do to stand on her own four feet. She persevered, though she fell over more times than her parents could recall. They stood over her, encouraging her every time she fumbled to try again with a gentle nuzzle and a low purring call.

"It's ok. You'll get there."

At first it seemed a monumental task that she would never accomplish. She'd hold steady for a minute only to move one leg a bit too far one way and roll over onto her back with a disgruntled peep - but whenever she felt defeated, lying in the dirt, her parents patiently goaded her to try one more time, reassuring her to keep going. Each time she did a little better, until she stopped falling at all. Little by little, she learned to walk. Baby steps at first, she walked up to her mother, to her father and then further, to investigate a colorful flower (it tasted rather good!) a strange looking rock (too hard for comfy sitting), and a little puddle that wet her feet when she passed through it (she did not much like this one.) It was as if the world had opened up. Suddenly, she was in control - and there was a lot she wanted to see.

And by her third morning, she could run. She bounded through the tall grass, head held high, bouncing around her mom and dad as she took in all her new world had to offer. Exciting smells, sights, feelings. She was still clumsy and would occasionally fumble right into her parents and roll to the ground as she failed to slow down in time, but now she bolted right back up without hesitation. Her energy was without limits, and her parents - fortunately - held immense patience. As soon as their daughter proved herself able to keep up, the adult hippogriffs began to lead her away from the nest, out of the thicket and the tall grasses that concealed her in her infancy, and onto the open meadow. Stepping daintily between the two of them in single file, she finally finds herself able to peer above the grass without jumping. She peers all around at the wide, green world ahead of her, her eyes wide and bright with curiosity, and catches sight for the very first time of others like her parents, already out on the plains with their own young in tow.

Her parents lead her onward into the herd to meet the other kids on her first day of school.

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