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((PLEASE EXCUSE THE SAPPY AND FAILTASTIC TITLE!

~Mmmkies, as explained in thread, whomever manages to gain her trust will in essence 'win.'
~I ask that you don't enter more than one kimera unless your aiming for a mother/father thing or something. The less clutter the better.
~Oh, and if someone stumbles upon this and doesn't want to 'compete' feel free to throw in an evil kimera or something. DRAMA AND DANGER IS GOOD! I'll throw Zoz or Dante in if I have to, and then someone will probably end up maimed or something.
~ I'm hoping to keep this short and sweet heart ))

It was hard for one so young to grasp the concept of time. When one couldn't see the cycles in the sky, everything began to run together and specific events became blurred, almost abstract, as if they never happened. When one was unaware of what they were missing, everything was taken at face value.

The lack of sight wasn't noticed, as she had never opened her eyes. Her hearing was strange, she could hear noises she believed she herself made, a whimper when she stubbed her paw on a rock and stumbled, a whine of frustration when her legs wouldn't move anymore. Yet she could hear and feel something else, distantly as grass and leaves crinkled beneath her paws, as if someone had stuck cotton in her ears. The most amazing yet of all these sensation was smell. Not that she could identify the source of any scent without sight, the fact that there was something else out there to create such wonderful smells was enough to keep her going.

So the young pup continued to wander, purposefully in circles, large over-sided wings drooping and dragging on the ground behind her leaving a trail. She stepped over the same leaves and grass, stumbled over the same rocks, and smelt the same things, willing the darkness to fade or the cotton to disappear. One must adjust to what they know before tackling anything more.

Neo continued to wander around in a circle, completely oblivious to what lay in wait watching her a short distance off. It was only after a few more rounds did she stop, her nose twitching at the different and un-identifiable smell. That wasn't right. She hadn't changed her path...why was this new?

As if to confirm her thoughts she waddled forward a few steps and propped her paw up on a rock she knew was there, most likely from having tripped over it many a time. If she hadn't changed, that meant something out there did?

With a small noise of confusion she shifted, and the rock tilted forward slightly, killing her balance and sending her tumbling head over heels. Landing on her stomach in a heap of limbs she wiggled slightly to attempt to right her wings and shook her head, trying to untangle where her head tail had looped around one of her ears in the fall. With little success she flopped her head back down in the grass with a huff, which was followed by a helpless little whine. Where was she? What was going on? And wasn't there suppose to be someone with her? If she racked her brain she could almost remember, but even that was hazy.