07-18-2018, 03:42 AM
Delicate and soft, seemingly prepared to break beneath the slightest pressure. With care they ran their paw over the strangely leathery egg, following its curve until they came to stop at the mound of fabric they had placed it within, feathers lining the make-shift nest. Art had chanced upon the lone egg during their gathering, abandoned beneath a bush or otherwise overlooked, something within them wanting to take it, to try and give the young within a chance. They had gone against it at first, leaving it where they had found it, it grew harder to push the thought from their mind, however, fretting over it more each time it came to rise to the forefront of their thoughts.
Finally they had given in and had gently taken the egg, depositing it in their satchel for safe transport, unsure on how the others would react. As such Atreus had taken to hiding it, wrapped within a mound of loose fabric, feathers and other soft items they had been able to scrounge up, kept in their room or satchel so it was always close by. Each day that passed them by their worry grew. It seemed the egg was little more than a dud, left because it hadn't hatched as its brethren had, and yet they refused to give up.
Upon the edge of the flower field Atreus had gently set the egg up in a mound of fabric and feathers once more, curled protective about it, worried gaze set upon it, hope a gentle thing in their heart, dying as the day wore on. A sigh broke through their lips and it was as they began to lift their paw they felt it – a slight shift, movement just beneath the leathery shell. Lips quirked up into a small, hesitant smile, growing stronger as at first a small egg tooth, cutting through the shell until a tongue flicked through a slit. It took only a short time for the small snake to push through entirely, white bands splitting its black body, speaking of its non-venomous nature.
For a short time it merely lay within the nest, tongue flicking forth every now and then, the tip of its tail caught within the shell. Once more worry grew in the lion, wondering if something had been amiss and the snake was unable to function properly, before it came to move all at once. Drawn to their warmth it quickly moved closer to where they had come to rest their paw upon the edge of make-shift nest, oddly curious as it bumped against them, unlike any snake they had heard of. “Hello there,” speaking softly they leaned closer, careful not to disturb it as it began to explore, moving about the nest.
Finally they had given in and had gently taken the egg, depositing it in their satchel for safe transport, unsure on how the others would react. As such Atreus had taken to hiding it, wrapped within a mound of loose fabric, feathers and other soft items they had been able to scrounge up, kept in their room or satchel so it was always close by. Each day that passed them by their worry grew. It seemed the egg was little more than a dud, left because it hadn't hatched as its brethren had, and yet they refused to give up.
Upon the edge of the flower field Atreus had gently set the egg up in a mound of fabric and feathers once more, curled protective about it, worried gaze set upon it, hope a gentle thing in their heart, dying as the day wore on. A sigh broke through their lips and it was as they began to lift their paw they felt it – a slight shift, movement just beneath the leathery shell. Lips quirked up into a small, hesitant smile, growing stronger as at first a small egg tooth, cutting through the shell until a tongue flicked through a slit. It took only a short time for the small snake to push through entirely, white bands splitting its black body, speaking of its non-venomous nature.
For a short time it merely lay within the nest, tongue flicking forth every now and then, the tip of its tail caught within the shell. Once more worry grew in the lion, wondering if something had been amiss and the snake was unable to function properly, before it came to move all at once. Drawn to their warmth it quickly moved closer to where they had come to rest their paw upon the edge of make-shift nest, oddly curious as it bumped against them, unlike any snake they had heard of. “Hello there,” speaking softly they leaned closer, careful not to disturb it as it began to explore, moving about the nest.
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