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« on: January 19, 2013, 11:32:27 pm »
The MotherDark was eternal. The small one was comforted by the closeness of it, the sensation that it would be cared for, cradled in the womb of the world. But nothing stays the same, not completely, and eventually the small one grew large and found that the MotherDark was not as eternal as previously believed; it was cramped and confining, and made horrible screeching noises when the not-small one moved. But there was naught to be done about it; despite being small, the MotherDark was the boundary of the world: nothing lay beyond it. The not-small one struggled and squirmed, aching to stretch to it's full length. After an eternity, or a mere second, the not-small one felt something alien - movement from the outside. It felt like a shudder at first, but then a most peculiar feeling entered the not-small one - almost as if that what was inside it was raising up, up, up, till the not-small one thought they would fly out it's top. A million lengths of intangible bodies seemed to press down on the not-small one, and it feared it would be crushed, when -
The world stopped, and the not-small one rushed past it, to have its length flattened against one edge of the world. A strange sensation drifted through the MotherDark - moving currents of intangible small ones stirred against it's body, and it could feel a peculiar slowing of it's body in reaction to this. It attempted to cast its glance in the direction the ethereal sensations were coming from and shifted it's head. A fierce joy welled up within it, and it began to thrash wildly, rejoicing in the rushing sensation that filled it. It swung it's head over to the source of the sensations and ... a dazzling display of LIGHT, solid and defined, overwhelmed it from years of being trapped in the MotherDark. It flinched from the glare. MotherDark may be small, but OutsiderLight was cold and intimidating. Should it stay? It cast its head about and saw the shattered body of the MotherDark and knew it could not. Gazing upon itself, it saw a sleek length of fiery red, filling its vision with pleasurable sensations of heat. A burst of OutsideTouch rattled through the ruins of MotherDark and the not-small one heard:
AZ-SHO
Was the world naming him? Was that what he was to be called? Az-Sho. It sounded ... fitting. But as generous as the world was, it was too vast for him. Moving - such a glorious sensation - along the ground, Az-Sho was cold, and was drawn toward a source of heat, immeasurable heat. Casting his gaze toward the glowing pool of something, Az-Sho felt something slide down before his vision, and everything become strangely muted. Sliding into the glowing liquid, Az-Sho knew that this was his home - it was as comfortingly warm as the MotherDark, yet as free as the Outside. But he did not wish to endlessly slither amongst the currents of - magma, that sounded right - currents of magma that flowed all around this planet. He desired a home. And so he made one.
With a rumble of Earth and Fire, Az-Sho creates a mighty volcano on the site where he landed, standing taller than any mortal can climb, and stretching out of sight from end to end (think 5 km high, 15 km long), that belches fire and smoke across the world. In here, Az-Sho frolics among the vast magma pool and grows.
