Mutations:
-Single eye
-Solid hooves
-Tail is permanently curled and held above back
Imperishable wrote:...This is beautiful - and the one-eye makes her unique.Username: Imperishable
Newtons Name: Anemone Pandora, Anemone meaning "wind" in Greek.
Newtons Gender: Female
Newtons Age: Young adult
Cause Of Mutation:
{main idea.} Anemone was not always like this - one eye, - but cursed by her own curiosity, to find life after death. Though she did find what she was looking for - it was not meant for mortal eyes. She was cursed, cursed to never speak a word of this sinister meaning, to only see half of what she used to be capable of. Half of her perspective to never be gained again. She had her memory, as well - the core-being of herself through her former eyes - taken. Persevered in other-worldly manners. Unreachable. Gone. Hidden. This is her punishment - she had peaked into 'Pandora's box', so to speak.
{story.} Anemone, at birth, had two eyes, two hoofed toes on each foot. She was a normal, healthy Newton; though her curiosity knew no boundaries. No boundaries for her safety, or for others.
She tapped and trotted her feet against the ground, slinking her body against the cold grass laced with dew and earthy dirt. The sun was just rising, projecting a wonderful show of light, tropical colours against the clouds. Clouds in turn absorbing the colours of a fresh new day. Some would say her skin and fur projected a more mild version of a sunrise. Though, as a child, she was quite proud of this. Proud, confident. Something many people would like to keep as they grew older; something many never keep, though regain it slowly after it was swept from their grasp. Anemone was no different; as she got older, her confidence faded. Though her curiosity did not. And as she grew older, her curiosity only grew; she had learnt slef control over the years, but it would still fail on the most important curiosity. Curiosity of her own mortality. And when that day came, the ultimate day, the idea of life after death swept herself off of her feet, and then she was off. To explore, to discover. And that day was wonderful. At first glance.
Anemone snorted, having brought nothing on her travel of discovery; what were she to bring? It would not make any sense; all that she had brought would be being digested by now. She pounced over to a thick tree, tilting her head down, tapping her horns against the ground then lifting up with a jolt like a shovel. She dig this, over and over until she had a shallow dug hole, roots sticking up. Her lips curled in a smile as she gripped the roots with her teeth and tug. She pulled them out, swallowing and chewing. Filling her stomach for the meantime.
And soon it was night fall. The stars hanging in the black void known as space, sky. Light millions upon millions miles away, reaching down into the small creatures eyes. What a sight. What a sight it was. She huffed in satisfaction of the view, having spent an hour or two searching for somewhere to sleep, she had found it. She took in the sight of the flaming, bright orbs in the sky before taking off into the cave. And that night, her mind wondered into other worlds. Prevented her from reaching sleep. She felt something.. almost a feeling of calling. And after many minutes, for what felt like hours, she gave into the curiosity that began to build in her. What else is in this cave? Was her temporary question. She pushed herself up, then sleepily trotted through the cave, hoof steps echoing back off the cave walls and to the sides of her head. But then.. there was no starlight, or moonlight reaching into this deep of the cave. But she had began to hear something. A whispering.. "I have your answer.. your answer lies here." It seemed to say, calling her deeper, and deeper down the cave, where light no longer reflected into her eyes. She could only go on her hearing and her sense of touch; everything smelled as the same, musky, earthen stone scent that smothered the walls of the stone hallway.
She was in a trance. A trance of her own cause; but it did not matter. She was nearly there. She could feel it. But where? To 'the answer', or her very doom? Only time could tell; but not even time could reach this far into the cave. Anemone's sense of time began to distort. What was hours felt like mere minutes. Light began to reach her eyes once again, and her trot slowly turned into a full out run. It became brighter and brighter; and then it became white with a single step. One more, and everything faded to a sinister black.
What Anemone saw that night can not be said; it cannot be explained, it cannot be known. But when she awoke, she was outside of the former cave, entrance blocked by mountains of rubble. And her deformities were cast upon her; without even a known reason.
