[Amber]

[petiteaubergine]

[The amber glows upon the face of a frustrated young man. It's turned a few degrees, then a hand slips up and messes with with tangled strands of hair. His face shifts from side to side, eyes following the outline of his face. He's fascinated with the odd little mirror. Comfortable with the outcome of his quick-fix effort, he looks up towards the hole in the ceiling.]

Now, I will surely get up there this time!

[Alla spreads his midnight-blue wings and wobbles into the air. The room around him tilts, then shrinks as he ascends. The scrunched-up lines in his face soften into a smile. He's done it!

Then, without warning, he slips from view, crashing back down onto the floor with a yelp of surprise followed by a moan.]

Oh dear... this was my best garment. Oh no...

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[petiteaubergine]

[Breathy sobs quickened as centuries of fear gushed into him, draining into his being like the depths of a whirlpool. He flailed about, trying to battle the dark swells. Alla wasn't prepared for anything like this: torn between horribly upset and dangerously hungry. His instinct and consciousness schismed, the former whispering a dark language, foreign to him now, almost.

A painful roar-like cry burst from Alla's throat, then the chimera's body slumped like an abandoned doll. He couldn't process what he was seeing, feeling, or sensing. All he wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere. Never before had his spots failed him. Then again, he hadn't the slightest idea what they truly were, except a part of himself, and that he needed them to survive.

How did this happen? A more important question kept repeating in his mind... one he could barely choke out.]

Why...?