Areli

You feel the surface under you buzz and thrum with a strange sort of vibration, and suddenly, this empty world isn’t so empty. The quiet moment is interrupted by the arrival of a slinking, prowling thing, and though the sound is muffled, you hear the quiet rumble of death coming from its throat. Afraid, you squeal, and gangly legs scrabble about in the dirt as you react instinctively, struggling to stand. But your efforts, though energetic, are clumsy…and for some reason, you feel oddly off-balance every time you come close to positioning yourself upright. With a quiet squeak, you collapse onto the earth behind your mother, trembling from alarm and exhaustion.

But the slinky thing that is Kiara pays you no mind. A dark blur swoops down from above, and nervous eyes follow its movement—how many creatures are there in this place? Yet your welcome to the world is just getting started.

One blur, then another, appears from the brush. Though you can’t see them clearly, you take note of the pointy-ish things on what seems to be the front end—oh, and these ones make noises too! The first, who approaches with heavy thuds, stops near Mama and turns to you. Warily, you survey him…but Mama doesn’t seem to be worried, so you suppose you shouldn’t be either. After all, nothing happened with the slinky thing that made the rumbly noise, right? This one makes different sounds, though. You can’t understand a lot of them, but your infant ears pick out one word, over and over: Areli. What is an Areli? Could…could you be the Areli? Bemused, dark ears twitch at the sound of the word, wondering. Then, the big blur lowers the pointy thing at you, and there it is again: Areli! Happily, you snort in recognition, little tail sweeping back and forth. Emboldened by your accomplishment, your small muzzle darts upward, seeking to meet that of the silver stag who, unbeknownst to you, is your father.

Lighter vibrations ripple across the ground’s surface, and the second blur comes into view—way into view. Blur number two isn’t as big as blur one, but he still towers over you. Like the first one, he lowers the pointy thing at you too and makes noises. No Areli though. Expectantly, you look up at him, waiting for the syllables to fall from his lips as well. Areli. You like that.

OOC: Side note—she still hasn’t stood and will have trouble doing so because of her hearing and the way it affects her balance. If Parelia were to get up, she might try to follow her in the next post!