Lava streams to crystalline walls, to glowing blue moss and naturally lit waterfalls and rock, and rock, and more rock. The bulking mass of surely over-occupied caves and tunnels is as warm and uncomfortable as ever. Prying eyes glare, greet and fall from your dark face. Very few of the strangers greet you with a smile. Every one of you is likely under some form of stress due to the lack of space and dark enclosures. You had begun your weary underground travels just days before... You believe. Perhaps we should go off of sleeps that you've been able to accomplish. That would make it two days in here now.. Correct? You nod your black face in agreement, ears rotating according to each loud click of a hoof.

You pass through cave and cave again, finding that your new surroundings are much more beautiful than you had before believed. Dangerously beautiful we remind you, the soft voice of Mother weaved into our tones. We an feel you tighten, but you refuse to pause or even skip a beat in your step. Instead, you trudge along grudgingly, searching for nothing in particular. But you are searching for something. The long cords that your tail have wound themselves into sweep back and forth, snapping once at your left side. A snort belows out of your sinuses, blowing snot from both red nostrils.

You find yourself at yet another blockade of rock wall and you pause to study your surroundings for a moment. It is so silent in this small wrong turn cavern, it is barely tall enough for you to fit in, and you find that you had dropped your crowned cranium slightly in order to not drag your precious red dagger across the ceiling. Silence falls heavy in the hole in the wall, your ears beginning to ring due to their strenuous focus. But there is something, though it is not near, perhaps separated by empty space.. Water? Have you found another entrance to the Glowing Room?

A tight turn is required to exit the hole, but you make it easily operated thanks to your thin build. Cranium still ducked, you exit the hole, the bubble of mobile water immediately becoming much more alive. How had you missed this before? You clip toward the sound curiously, your ever anxious stance causing your muscles to clench tightly, making your movements look stiff and uncomfortable; for you this is very normal and you find nothing uncomfortable or strange about it. The bubbling grows quickly the further on you move, the tunnel continuously snaking about.

A soft light glows around the new broadening end of the tunnel, it has lead you back into a cave that seems upside down. Stalagmites hang from the ceiling, the millions upon millions of years of built up minerals looking very deadly, a fire of sorts hangs along the ceiling. No flames actually protrude from the air, but the motion of the light reminds us of what fire you have witnessed in the Heart before. The water sings happily in the center of the room, flowing through the form of some sculpted rock that you have never before witnessed. Colorful auds turn forward, the gentle rush of continuously falling water humming in the cave.

We gather ourselves and watch, witnessing the carvings and delicate paintings across the rock walls before you even realize they're there. Silently, we attempt to draw your attention to the drawings, but you have fixated your vision on something else, something below the carved rock that holds the water. A curious rock, the most starch shade of white speckled in tiny iridescent spots. What? one of us whispers in your skull, watching closely as your rummy snout drops to the oval. "An egg.." you mumble below your hot breath, the air blowing onto the growing life.

You are fascinated, completely drawn in by the large egg; it's as if you had been pulled here by the creature within. Your colored lips rub against the hard shell, a tingle of excitement and longing bursting through your body. A smile spreads across your puzzled features, hot air continuing to blow against the egg. Something about the mysterious body inside has you completely consumed and infatuated, you have not even been paying attention to your dark surroundings. With all of the ease that you can manage, you pull the egg toward you with rough lips, the warmth from your breath cozying up to the magnificent life. What will you do with it? we question, just as curious as you are. "I've got you now, don't worry. I'll take care of you." The soft purr that laces your tones reaches the egg, a reassurance warming your heart.

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From the darkened outskirts of the walls seeps a stallion who is shorter than yourself, but he is stout and looks as if he should be powerful. Shifty pools flick to your right to watch the brute saunter toward you, his dark lips gripped tightly around his own oval; the shell of this egg is ghastly and looks as if it's rotting. Perhaps it's already dead. Is it the same thing? What if it's not even an egg? We chirp away at you, wanting repsonces that you neglect. The stout male continues to move forward without speaking, causing you to lift your two-toned face to shoulder height nervously. You cannot leave this egg, it's yours, not his to steal.. If that is his intentions. Racked nerves make you want to dart right then and there, but you stand on edge.

The stranger stops, his body slumping to the rock earth, and he tucks his ghoul egg into his body. "Daddy daycare, huh?" What? We hiss, pulling up to see what this son of a bitch thinks he's all about. Instead of darting or jumping as soon as the words leave the unicorn's mouth, you drop your face again to your brightly colored egg. "I guess you could call it that." a chuckle slips from your wet throat, ears pulling forward as ruby eyes slip back to your.. Baby. The precious life inside of yours to take care of now, isn't it? A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

"What are these things? Why are they just.." you pause, imitating the bulky stud and buckling down to the floor, pulling the shiny spotted egg to your chest awkwardly. "Here?" Something about this stranger makes you feel.. Comfortable? Perhaps not comfortable, but at least not as strange. A heavy scent lingers around the mass of meat that slumps on the ground across from you, but whatever it is you cannot put your mind on it enough to place it; it's so sweet, but at the same time has an uncomfortable bitterness to it.

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The beast with the feline tail drops his large head, the spiraled antlers that jut from his skull becoming much more intimidating at this low level than they had seconds ago. You've witnessed all kinds of single and multiple crowned faces, but not as -for some reason- intimidating as these ones. Perhaps it was just the angle that they faced, or maybe the overall lack of care that this creature showed. Not many strangers come and pop a squat next to you as soon as they notice that disgusting glossy stare that hangs in your eyes like battered curtains over a dirty window... Make that a dirty, broken window.. With black mold growing in the corners. That sounds about right.

Rough vocals and some foreign accent sprinkle the brute's sentence, explaining his thought on the mysterious eggs that we both curl around comfortingly; like the daddy King penguin while mom went out to get enough food for the lot of us. Though in this case, there is no family oriented mommy to baby both of you, just you and that egg full of yolk and god knows what. A chuckle slips through burgendy lips, hot breath rolling across your pretty egg, "I suppose you're right." the image of a massive bird cuddling back into her nest to find that one is missing makes us giggle, the additional and very over dramatic reaction that plays in your brain like a bad movie full of shifty actors.. Only the actors are just a pissed off bird and her eggs.. We suppose you can be a shitty director to the movies! Or is that just is and you're the camera?

"I'm Rostislav," the burly male states, his accent still tugging your brain in toward him like a teen age boy to their first porno. "You?" Silently you blink, black eyelids sliding over cloudy pools slowly before you realize that he is in fact speaking to YOU. You, he's asking who you are? Your name, boy. Fucking idiot.. we spit hot saliva onto the base of your skull in shame, cackling amongst ourselves. "Voodoo!" you nearly shout as you try to speak over us, "My name is Voodoo." Your eyes drop to the egg stuck between his fuzzy legs, a jug propped upright with the help of a rope coming into view for the the first time. Not into view so much as being noticed. Curious eyes flicker back up to your new aquaintence's face.

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Rostislav's eyes pop open wide -as wide as puffy alcohol eyes can get- as you nearly screamed at him, making us all drop to the floor and begin laughing hysterically, our round bellies jiggling with each mor than entertained breath. Your rummy snout pulls in toward your chest in embarrassment, and thankfully the dark fur that covers your face hides the rush of blood to your now rosy cheeks. Ears rotate backward, staying up-right and off of your neck; a more intimidated look than aggressive. "-You're not gonna go a witch craft on me are yuh?" The draft cackled, shifting his weight around to cover the egg that he takes a lot of care to.

An entertained grin parts ruby lips as you speak. "I don't plan on it.. Wouldn't be very good at it anyway." The stallion blows on his mutated egg with intoxicating breath after he questions what you have the slightest clue about, each wave of carbon dioxide intwined air slapping you across the face and causing red nostrils to pinch tight in order to attempt to avoid the scent. What in the fuck is that?! we wave our scales hands before our faces as if we too could avoid the smell that we only know through your brain. Your left ear swivels forward, the right still cocked back. "I have no idea."

You pause before thinking over what could possibly be inside. "Birds.. I assume." Glossy eyes watch as Rostislav continues to care over his rotten-looking egg, the most pure moment of care that you had seen since your arrival to this underground maze. "Maybe they're different, that's why they look nothing alike. Or maybe mine's something different than yours." Maybe they are different, maybe they're not even the same species of animal that laid these wondrous eggs. Only time would tell.

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The burly beast eyeballs his egg for a moment before closing his eyes and making a miserable sound in his throat, almost like he was trying to refocus on something in his head? Can't say you don't do that all the time we whisper from the back of your skull, making your ears both twitch in annoyance. Even though there's close to nothing that you can do physically to get rid of us, when all of your energy is focused in the right place, you can be unstoppable and almost frightening. Once more his eyelids peel apart and the gleaming silver color is prominent and -somewhat- aware. "Maybe mine is a snake." Rostislav comments after a little further examination.

Your eyes drift from the blackened shell to your almost obnoxiously pretty shell. A sudden wave of guilt splashes over your head as you realize that Rostislav may think that his egg isn't as equal a yours, judged by what he has said about the green-tinged life. Another small throat clearing is made, jarring the cold flem in your windpipe before swallowing hard. "Snakes lay eggs, right?" Empty eyes look over the decaying outside of the support system, and you too get a "snakey" vibe from the egg. "I think so. They should anyway. Here, who knows." a laugh invades the air. Really, who knows anything about some of the creatures around here. There are so many strange beasts that we have all seen, and you doubt that anyone around here knows that much at all about many of these animals.

Your mug finally closes after a probably slightly prolonged laugh at something that wasn't exactly funny, and your face swings back and forth to search the cage, making sure the two of you -and your eggs- we're the only ones left in here. Thee caves are so easy to stumble into unannounced and, sometimes, unprepared for what may be happening. The hundreds of bodies being kept below ground will surely run into unwelcoming company once in a great while, will they not?

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