Creatures

[tirgesfu]

A new easiness fell to Jinijz. For the first time his purpose of bringing the eggs didn’t fill his every being. Instead he soaked in the company of Nyr. Waiting for her to heal and then walking to the sea had to be the best time in his life, as strange as that sounded to him. In many ways he could judge he was walking to the end. Only one egg left and what would his purpose be then? But Nyr filled that worry. She had become his purpose. The eggs were fleeting, they broke and left. Jinijz wanted them to. That was their reason and his. But Nyr had begun to feel like something he didn’t want to lose.

Yowl was so different that Greach too. He had more of the ability to leave them and fly off on his own and yet he did not. Was it Nyr and Jinijz that kept him close or his twin egg? Maybe Yowl hatched earlier than he should have to save Nyr. Even so Jinijz enjoyed the flyers easy patterns. He would scout and bring Nyr gifts of food or parts of new plants for her to smell. His gifts were always for Nyr and for some unknown reason that made Jinijz very proud. Something from another world that looks much like him knows to honor his connection to this world, Nyr.

Yowl made Jinijz feel very comfortable about the last egg. It must be like him. The egg had looked the same. But as it sought so strongly the sea Jinijz could not understand how it could be. Yowl was defiantly of the sky. This unhatched egg wanted the sea.

Nyr stood along the rock cliff as the waves crashed below. She backed up and Jinijz moved beside her. He nudged her gently with his wing only to let her know he was there, he was close. It felt like the right place to be. He put the worn, half burned bag down and untied the thin string. The egg did not hesitate at all to roll out onto the shore line. It pulsed. The shell glowed with a inner light that made the shell seem to cast rays out into the sky. Then the light would fade and it would just be the egg again.

Yowl landed close to the egg. He bobbed his head toward Nyr then the egg and back to Nyr again. The light from the small pink shell began to stay and grow. Jinijz cautiously put his wing around Nyr and urged her to step back. What if the explosion that burned her when Yowl hatched had nothing to do with saving her and was instead just part of the way this egg came to life. Jinijz did not want Nyr hurt again. So he pushed her back.

Yowl moved forward. Jinijz had to believe he knew what to do. With a sudden loud crack and light that shot out of the small egg, Jinijz felt a warm blast of air. From the egg flew a small almost transparent thing. Its body was similar to Yowl, wings, and a head with a small beak. But to Yowl’s blackness this one was light. So white and light it was hard to see it. And whereas Yowl had hatched as a baby unable to fly right away this one seemed already able. With stretches of its transparent wing it flew to Yowl. They circled each other and embraced in a strange way. Their wings wrapped around each other.

As they intertwined for a few minutes they danced in a circle in the air. The hold was released and the new hatchling flew to Nyr. The light flyer circled Nyr. Very lightly it landed on her head between her ears. Jinijz could see it lowered its tiny head and rub each cheek against her fur. Jinijz was watching so intensely he did not notice that Yowl was close to him. The dark flayer landed on Jinjiz’s torn wing and nipped at the edge. Jinijz saw something in Yowl’s eyes as they were so close. It was a thankful good bye. Jinijz felt his heat swell and yet ach at the same time. Yowl was leaving.

Both the new flyers then rose into the air. They seemed to increase in size and the colors around them burst into rays of light. Suddenly the new light flyer’s wings changed and blended into fins. She swirled toward Yowl and he took hold of her. In an instant they both gently fell to the sea.

It seemed to happen slow and fast all at the same time. Yowl released the light one right above the deep waves below the rock edge. As she touched the water it all appeared to change. The deep blue lightened and other colors ran from the spot she fell. The waves stopped.

Jinijz held his breath and moved toward the ledge to watch. In only minutes the sea returned to its rythmn of waves and color. But Jinijz knew something had changed. Yowl opened his wings above the sea called with a voice Jinijz had just begun to know and turned away from Nyr and Jinijz. He flew off.

Jinijz sat beside Nyr and leaned his head against her. What had they just seen? What should they do now? He didn’t really need to answer either of the questions. He knew. They had brought life, a new life, to this world. Yowl was the sky and she was the sea. They didn’t even name her. The sea needed little nurturing to thrive. The sky just a bit as it mixed between the land and the sea. Was Greach the land? Jinijz didn’t know.

Right now he just wanted to sit with Nyr and watch.

[Fallenreaper]

Nyr’s eyes turned to the egg. Fear traced into her nature, echoing though her limps like a weigh of sorrow. The egg reacted to being where it wanted with a spark of light flickering across the bumpy surface and shook before it fell silent. The ray reached into the sky as if to reach some divine source then stop. A warning for something amazing crept into her soul, purred though her heart in a quickening pace though the haze of sadness that drowned her. It was Yowl that approached first while signaling from her to the egg, repeating as the light returned. Sensing and reaching.

Jinijz’s wing outstretched protectively, likely remembering the last bright light that singed her fur and cooked her flesh. Knowing his flesh would save her. Take the hurt she didn’t want to again experience, her paw backed up farther into his arms but her eyes never moved from the rumbling egg. Her body listened to Jinijz’s push that there no resistance. More eager to release, the shell splintered and shattered to the life inside in the presence of watch eyes. The warm air rushed over them, a prelude to the greatest gift that existence could bestow: life.

The tension was so thick that it could be sliced though by a claw with her eyes locked. It was beautiful, skin so thin like a membrane stretched over the thick two segmented body and flimsy wings, slick with fluid from the egg clang to his flesh. Giving his form a shine of after birth. Nyr’s eyes squinted from the fierce brilliance that rose, the flap of its wings roared in her ears though it was nowhere near the volume of the sea. It was the most amazing sight she ever seen. The new hatchling pushed off the ground in a graceful style despite its recent entry into her world and wrapped about Yowl’s own black one, encasing it in a cage of webbed wings and with the transparency, was seen nuzzling her current baby’s throat. Coddling in a way Nyr had so many times with Jinijz that one word clouded her mind.

Love…

Yowl was waiting on his soul mate to hatch, their dance a mate one of sort like the other male cats to her. Courtship…a promise to stay with one another no matter the odds. A fitting end to know her offspring’s future was premade and filled with joy, the accomplishment of bring their own into this world tugged at Nyr’s proud heart. Her motor drive out as the newest young came to her and rested it’s small body upon her head, shifting her ears and rubbing against the thin ears and soft fur. It was time to say good bye. The realization become more real as Yowl turned away. The young one gave one last nuzzle before gliding off her head into the air, shattering Nyr’s control with that single action that all breath seemed to vanish. Her vision never left yet sorrow brimmed at the edges mingled with fear and a mother’s joy at seeing the next generation taking wing into the realm. Independence in a show of bright lights that filtered though the skies above like lightning and thunder, with the loud crack of death in their wake as the new flyer fell away.

Nyr’s instinct rose to her surface as paws thumped softly into ground rushing her forward only to stop at the cliff edge by survival instinct. Her head darted to and forth, seeking for the fringed fins of the new fledgling that made her cast into the sea taking her lover with her. Nyr yowled. A cry, panicked and frightened, it rippled like a moaning against the worst. To the cat it looked as if they plummeted to their death only to have the water frozen as Yowl hovered above, patient and expecting. Giving one last look at the spot his lover was, Yowl let his hollow and angelic tone barrel out with the lazy rhythm of his black wings before twisting about with a final push out to the sky. Leaving the spot to fill his task.

Though they never truly named her, Nyr had one planned, a female one from the moment the egg fell into her sights. Purrr….whether the creature understood it for her mattered little to Nyr because it was her last gift to give. Content with the action Nyr moved from the edge and turned to Jinijz, her new focus and reason to exist. Without waiting she pulled her head under his wing and gently shoved her body against him, licking his cheek with her rough sandy tongue. It was time to go. Their purpose over and done, the only thing was left was the future. Unknown to either of them Nyr’s body already housed something special, the link between their species during that one night their love took over, and now their races were adapting to the changes this world had gone through. From a dying one to one filled with change and life, it was time theirs should as well while another familiar sound filled the air. Caws and melodies, like Jinijz, echoed down from the skies and Nyr glanced to Jinijz’s wing.

It took several second but it came quick enough. The fray and tattered webbing was gone, replaced by a new healed over flesh that once more made things right in the world. Her head rubbed against his head before licking the new wing. A new beginning for her and this world, their home. A few of Jinijz’s brothers had escaped the ravages of fire on their home world completing their tasks much the same way as him but with no other goal in mind, they sought purpose. It led them here.

Without much else to do, Nyr lugged her mate along in search of a new home and a place to spawn the would be offspring. Maybe Yowl knew more then he let on as the reason for his gifts dawned on her. It seemed the reason the cats were the longest living species on the planet was because of their adaptably to mate with different species, some mutation in the chromosomes that made it possible without changing their looks too drastically. New her dreams and his too would be complete.

She would never have it any other way.