favorite stuffed bear ● litter introduction [o]

[Cosmic]

If Ky was worried about who’s was who’s, this little egg had begun to make a stubborn ruckus knocking gently against his siblings in an effort to escape this... shield surrounding him. If anything, this ‘shield’ was nothing to the creature inside but holding him back from what he needed to see.

The energy within began to build, and if he could have growled, boy would he have. He was filled with determination- such stubbornness, even at such a ripe young age. He would do this himself. No excuses. He wouldn’t have it any other way, and would use whatever methods he could to unleash himself from this unnecessary binding.

Tink, tink, tink...

Crack!

His egg-tooth made just the right amount of pressure to create a small opening. It was time for him. Time for him to make a new story, all his own. All of this intensity, all of this energy and personality, stemmed from his soul. His soul, which was old and ready for a new life. A new chance. And he would not be denied this.

It was almost strategic in the way that the hatchling broke through his egg prison- using his egg-tooth and body to essentially push himself through- to regally emerge from the now empty shell. Well, with as much regality as a newborn hatchling could. It was more of a struggle and tumble, but it showed.

And he had quite the personality from the beginning.

He sensed... many bodies. Particularly three in the area around him. One with sustenance. Food. The other... his soul had a feeling was a lot like him, and the last... well, the hatchling’s head moved to face him. He moved- more like wobbled, his head in the direction of Kydobi, then to Bai Shi, and strongly desired milk. If it was a fight to have it, then so be it.

He was a gentle white in color to begin with, as soft yet something powerful about him radiated so strongly from him. His little paws and tails were seemingly dipped in dark gray ash, and there were markings in red on his body- beautiful patterns really, almost resembling stars or galaxies. In this beginning stage, he looked only like a fox, but that was more than likely to change as he grew.

His entire being was definitely one that would be unlikely if going unnoticed. Just radiating hidden power, such intensity, and something about him likely stated that he just knew, on a soul-deep level. Knew what? He and everyone else would figure that out in time.

For now, his top priority was food... and warmth. He felt so cold! Finding his vocals, he gave a pathetic kind of squeal, wondering where his food was! He wanted food, and warmth! They couldn’t ignore him! But exhaustion riddled his body from working to hatch, and he was beginning to feel tired.