Neverwinter Forest and spit you out
All Welcome  May 23, 2020, 04:50 AM
Asmoses
Neverwinter Forest
Pup
puppy development thread: eyes open.

life falls into a simple routine for asmoses: eat, sleep and wiggle around. it was easy, this. comfortable ...and at first everything was the same as it always was. he woke up, nuzzled into amma's side, and suckled upon a teat for breakfast. asmoses can't pinpoint the moment his eyes opened, but they did and he blinked, for a moment not realizing that he could see shadows and shapes. he detaches with a boyish yawn — like normal — and swings his head to the side and realizes that he sees liliana. or the blobbish shape of her, anyway. confused, asmoses looks back to amma and realizes that she is the big shadowy shape before him. he lets out a confused cry, not really sure what was going on or if he should be afraid of his ( poor ) sight or curious.

miriam, liliana & mal may join any thread i start at any time, cameo or otherwise.
i feel divinity in my bones like aching; like fire
May 23, 2020, 09:55 AM
Liliana
Neverwinter Forest
Pup
the sprite glanced around the den with murky baby-blues. there were two discernible shapes, matching perfectly with their scents, and an array of other nondescript blobs. there was a slight gradient of color; toward one end was light, and at the other was dark. liliana quickly realized that this wasn't something she could understand.

instead of tiring herself into oblivion, she crawled toward amma's side and took for herself a teat, hoping to finish a full meal before falling back into a closed-eye slumber.
May 25, 2020, 06:33 AM
Asmoses
Neverwinter Forest
Pup
curiosity wins the hand and asmoses swings his head away from his sister — whom he recognizes in some sort of primal way had fallen asleep — and studies amma again. there are no real concrete shapes, necessarily. nothing vivid that he can latch onto. regardless, being able to see shadowy shapes fills him with awe ( though he does not recognize it ); like an archeologist finding pieces of broken and faded pottery at a dig site that yielded nothing but dirt up until now. asmoses coos his delight and grunts as he scoots away from liliana's side to poke around the small space of amma's birthing den; squinting his eyes against the soft cottony light — so very different! — from the shadows and blobs that now lay behind him. intrigued, he scoots towards the light that filters in thru the mouth of the den wanting to, for the first time, see.

miriam, liliana & mal may join any thread i start at any time, cameo or otherwise.
i feel divinity in my bones like aching; like fire