11-20-2016, 11:46 AM
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The world was dark, then it was bright.
One moment she was in a jelly configuration of bumping and bouncing and a whole lot of nothingness - the next? Forced into the real world, expelled. Alive, crying, ready to feel it all.
When she looked down at herself she saw not the mirror image of her mother but something else. Where her mother was the color of the sun, she was the color of the moon - a smokey black. But more discerning were the scales that walked their way up her legs. She didn't know it now but they were snake scales.
And like most children, she didn't know what else lurked behind those large eyes.
One moment she was in a jelly configuration of bumping and bouncing and a whole lot of nothingness - the next? Forced into the real world, expelled. Alive, crying, ready to feel it all.
When she looked down at herself she saw not the mirror image of her mother but something else. Where her mother was the color of the sun, she was the color of the moon - a smokey black. But more discerning were the scales that walked their way up her legs. She didn't know it now but they were snake scales.
And like most children, she didn't know what else lurked behind those large eyes.
(open to any, she has "pestilence" so play as you' like!)