Waking up in the morning to watch the dawn come through the cave entrance sounds pretty nice you would think. But you know what? That´s way to early to get up listening to the different high pitched persistent "cuuu." sounds that fill the cave. The constant pushing against your shoulder, while you are trying to get 5 more minutes sleep are not doing you any favors either. The worst thing you could do in this situation is, trying to hit the off button on that ´cuu´alarm clock.
rolling on the ground with my baby brother, while each of us try to get the upper hand in that play-fight, i reminiscent about how i found myself in that situation... Why am i actually complaining about it? This is fun! Nice morning exercise for sure.
After morning exercise dad was already waiting for us with breakfast. When did he go out hunting? I am sure on my first day he introduced himself to me, it would have been hard to overlook his arriving. I have to investigate that!
Seems today's breakfast is... sea monster?... at least a part of it.. I still can see three and a half eye on my food, a very thin tentacle about as long as me. But the silvery fish scales and the fins are my indicators that it comes from the sea. The strange thing is the big spine that comes out from the side of my breakfast.
With the sea smell that comes from this corpse i am already sure, i like that orange chicken more. that see abnormality does not even look that juicy as the chicken. Time to dig in!
´Urg´.. so salty......My brother seems okay with it, i wont loose to him! So i started eating faster until there was nothing left from our breakfast, not even the bones remained. Hehehe, Sorry Dad, nothing left for you. I want to grow up fast!
After taking a short nap with my brother i started to explore the cave. My brother followed me everywhere i went, but there was not much to see.
Gray-cave walls, sometimes dark brown.. more gray stone walls.... Ahh... wait, there is something else here. Lets explore that cave part. Walking closer to where i could hear a dripping sound coming from, i found a small puddle on the floor, placed in the darkest part of the cave right behind a corner. The puddle on the floor was not bigger than my whole body length, but in a circular form. from the cave ceiling countless water drops are raining down into the puddle. From the puddle a small water runlet goes to the cave wall and vanishes there. The surroundings of the water puddle was covert in green moss. same with the wall nearest to the puddle and the sealing where the droplets are falling down.
I don´t feel thirsty, maybe because the food father brings us contains enough juice in our the food. I still taste the water and it was total refreshing!
In the corner of my right eye, i see my brother rushing to the puddle and tying to bite or catch the water-drops from the sealing and with a splash lands right in the middle of the puddle.
Did he really just jump into the puddle???? He sits there covered in water, only his shoulder barely over the water surface......
not even second passes, a realization hits me.. ´cooooooooooold´ ohh my god.. ´brrrrrrr´
Same for my brother, only that his misery seems much more serve.
both of us are releasing clicking sounds "GK-GK-GK-GK"
As he instantly starts climbing out of the puddle, i was already was sprinting back to to the straw floor of the cave before he has the change to give me another cold shower..
For today i am done with he cave exploration, and i bet there wont be much else to discover here anyway. I think the next thing i want to do is, try to get a better view of whats outside the cave. The crack in the cave floor, that is placed in that cave cavity, also does not give a good view of whats outside. It also feels weird watching the outside of the cave through the crack where you dump your waste.....
Until then, I could explore my body a bit more. I barley had time for this until now.
Lets see... i have these black leathery folded parts on my back. They seem to stay folded close to my back, automatically? For a better wording i would say by instinct, probably a imprinted instinct for protection..i think? That would be the the reason i did not put too much thoughts into it until now. Realistically speaking, if you would have a third leg you could move, you would get aware of that limp pretty fast, wouldn´t you? Anyway, if i think back on my first night in the cave, i bet these are some kind of Wings and how my Father got here to the cave with that flapping sounds, even if i did not see it with my own eyes... But if that really is the case, wouldn´t I have to constantly think about opening them while flying? That would be really impractical.....
Lets see.... how can i open them? The base of that wings are sitting not in the middle of my back, but seem to start at my shoulder plates and go back, only to stop shortly before reaching the middle of my back. The wing spines with the black leather between them go farther back until they reach my tail base. Theoretically if i focus on the Wing base it should be possible to open them.
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My brother is watching me with curiosity, so i had to move away a bit. Pushing him away would have resulted in another scuffle, and i needed my space now.
Focusing on my wing base, they slowly start to open and unfold.. farther and farther... until they reach there max. width with seems to be about 0,7 Meters on both of my side. So from wingtip to wingtip there were 1.8 Meters in between. Could be possible to flay with them? Maybe If i can flap them fast enough... I don´t think i am a lightweight like a bird is, specially if i take a glace to where my dad chills on the stone floor. Beware of thinking something bad!!! We are not fat! Just build a bit more robust... You know muscles, scales and so....
Ohh.. My brother seems to mirror my movements, i am really a role model big sister! Even my father lifts his head and tilts it to the side watching us now.
Let´s focus on moving my wings and not getting my thoughts distracted. I was moving my wings slowly up and down to get used to them. It was also imported not to just move them up and down and so i started to make different movements like from up-front to back-down and so on. Getting used to different movements, i started to pick up the speed i am flapping my wings. The only thing i accomplish is getting a exhausted feeling in my wings and a good workout playing ´electric-vent´ with a irregular wind-flow.
My brother in front of me tries to copy my movements and we both look like 2 bird rivals who try to intermediate each other shortly before starting a fight...
POV-CHANGE TO FATHER
Never planed in my life to rise a new generation of Teragons, and still i found myself carrying those eggs to one of the rearing islands of our folk. Having young-lings was not something i had on my mind. But Sierra, my mating partner for sure had other plans for us.......
Because of her duties for the community i was forced to fly the whole way out here to watch over those young-stars. Only thinking about that gives me a headache. It is not even certain i can take them back to the community, lots of young-lings don´t even pass the test after there second growth sleep. From time to time nasty rouge Teragons reach the main Continent and need to be taken care of.
Now of all times, Sierra had the urge to start a family. We live in turbulent times, the next rift opens soon. What was she thinking? To top all of it, these strange meteoroids that reach the planet surface are increasing. Our scholars are working on it and are investigating the crashing sides. No-one understands why they are so secretive about the meteoroids. The unusual thing only is, that so much of them reach the surface, meteoroids are nothing new.
Luckily it only takes a few decades to rise them. This will be a nice holiday at least. At the rearing islands, the seasons don´t change much and there also is food in abundance too.
The night before the planed hatching, i was getting food for my offsprings and was surprised to find one of them already running around in the cave. Even thought i killed that little thing with my presence that night. Never heard of an egg hatching at night. Better ask the scholars in the community about that. They cant blame me for almost killing that cub.... Sierra could see that differently... Don't won't to make her angry. Better let sleeping females be. Telling her would not change anything. Was lucky the little one had such a dense Aura for a newborn.
Watching them doing nonsense stuff in the last planet rotations while playing was somehow amusing. The male one tries to dominate the female while training his body but she seems to dense to get that. Keeping that attitude he has, I see potential in that little cub. Littlest-one reminds me of my young self. Always trying to be the strongest. This is also imported to survive that world while keeping its balance. He shows no fear towards stronger ones. The dumping incident with him is proof of that. Trying to fight me, how brave.....
Little-one reminded me with her funny body movements, that i had to do the ´getting rid of the shit´ training with them too. Would have been troublesome relaxing in a stinking cave. Her behavior is definitely not like a normal Teragons cub. There is something strange about her i cant put my claw on it. Just watching them amuses me. Would put her as a potential scholar if she passes the test on the island.
Planet rotations go by... and that nasty sibling team ever so often tries to get out of the cave. The Little-one stared that, and Littlest-one follows her lead by always trying to do better. As if i were letting them run to their doom. Would be to troublesome to explain Sierra....
Sometimes i wish i could communicate with them, but the roles are here for a reason. There Brains and Auras are not developed enough to withstand the burden. Have to wait until after there first Teragon sleep. Maybe Little-one could with her dense Aura, but her brain surly is not developed enough at that age.
Seasons gone by and there seems to be a pattern. Little-one does something stupid again and Littelst-one tries to do copy and overdoes is always energetically, or at least tries to. The only thing the male cup started was trying to fight me directly out of boredom because his sister had enough. Could not even do much as to endure, to not hurt him. I will have to wait until his scales are hard enough to teach him respect for the elders.
Solar circles go by, i can see there scales getting denser and also are starting to get there color. With there carefree attitude they slowly grow on me, but i have to stay an emotional distance away from them.
After a decade passed, I have to admit that the cups have grown quite fast. They female is as bis as a Horan beast now, that would perfectly fit in my mouth. The male cub is even a quarter bigger than her, I hardly can call them little-one and and littlest-one anymore. Would be confusing when I call the bigger one littlest-one. There coloured scales are also pleasing to the eyes.
The male cub has a nice deep blue back side, while his underbelly is sky blue coloured like my scales. He really comes after me it seems. In the future he surely will become a powerful Teragon.
The finale cubs scales on the other side turn out to be pitch black like my mating partner. No, even darker than Sierra's scales. If her Aura also would feel similar to the mutations in the north that sometimes roam our lands, it would be troublesome.
Very soon they will start there first long sleep to stabilise there Auras. I am already looking forward to train them into shape. Will teach them some telekinesis with there Auras too when that time comes.
Should get lots of food to prepare for there starving that comes before there sleep starts. While they take there long sleep, I should come up with a name for them. Only 5 to 10 solar circles are left to come up with possible names for them. If I am lucky, a dream whispers me possible names for them.
The sun will rise soon, should get the food ready for there Tarragon sleep.