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Created 1/18/19, approved 2/2/19. Blessed Evoloon with peg leg. A sweet potato baby
Tato's egg belonged to an Evoloon pack that began to dwindle and disappear. Eventually, all that remained to watch over him was the glimmer of a loon's refection in a strange mirror. Trapped in their respective dimensions, neither could do anything about the situation. The longer he sat there in the dark, the more conscious Tato became. His mind developed despite his body being locked away within the eggshell until he had the consciousness of an adult. Regardless, he remained a hostage. His world was only blackness, lit by the dullest of glows. Most times, it was freezing and he was sure he had become a block of ice. The effort to move even slightly was far too much, preventing him from breaking free of the fragile walls. He was exhausted, blinded, and frozen to the bone for what seemed to be a lifetime. Getting out of the confines of the miserable shell became all he wanted for, though he somehow knew he'd never be able to do it
Then, one day, something changed. Gravity shifted and he felt movement. Although he feared that he'd fallen loose of whatever had been holding him in place, he couldn't manage to budge. As his world swayed back and forth he lay still as a stone. It was the same old weak motion of breathing and eyes a thousand pounds too heavy to open. He could do nothing about it. After a while of this, he decided that he must not be rolling around. Surely he would have smashed into something or been forced to a stop by now. Curiosity bled into his busy, yet murky thoughts as time wore on.
Tato had plenty of time to ponder multiple scenarios about what was to become of him before there was another change. He almost didn't notice it at first, but after he did, he couldn't lay the buzzing curiosity to rest. It was gradual, but the temperature had begun to change. The everlasting frost had begun to thaw and he felt heat begin to finally, finally build within his frail form. Of course, strength didn't come immediately. His mind was left to swirl in circles as he accustomed to the levels of change. Misery meandered over to near comfort, though the growing urge to break free kept him from satisfaction. Every few seconds, he'd scan his limbs for the ability to move only to be sent away by stillness. After what felt like years, his jagged paw found the muscle to drag itself across the unforgiving shape of the shell. It wasn't enough to escape, but it was definitely something. Afterwards, he couldn't seem to stop pestering his weary limbs to move, freedom looming closer than it ever had before
He felt the crack echo through every fiber of his being. Shock sparking up, he suddenly realized that he'd done it. His sharp paw was on the outside. Baffled at achieving what he had thought was the impossible, he struggled to act underneath the surprise. The liquid that surrounded him began to sluggishly pour forwards, proving just enough resistance that he had to fight against it. Yet, he was so close, he couldn't be deterred. He was still so weak and small, though he demanded his limbs to jab at the eggshell again, seeming to break free more easily now. His silence began to fill with a strange pollution, a ringing and an unfamiliar reverberation. A near blinding orange glow flooded in through small windows he'd created in the egg. He felt enough of the fluid inside drain that his head breached the surface and he was immediately forced to gasp and cough for air. Then, it broke loose. The walls that surrounded him, often feeling miles thick, gave way under his assault, spilling him in a tangle of limbs onto alien ground
As he lay there, able to focus only on his breathing, booming voices hovered around him. They all sounded warped and huge, but carried notes of shock and excitement. One that was deeper than the rest hummed the closest, almost making him want to wince away, though all his strength had been used. He felt like falling into sleep, but some part of him absolutely refused. With stubborn insistence, he tried to get his eyes to open, but they felt glued closed and sticky. While he fought internally, what felt to be a much larger limb swept him away from the now cold mess on the ground and towards a steady source of heat. The voice overhead cooed something he had no way of understanding and then dropped to help peel the clinging coolness of the egg's fluid away. As patiently as he could, he waited for his body to become functional again. The ringing in his ears was cleaned away and he could, with a fuzzy suddenness, make out the eager chattering of other Evoloons. Feeling another surge of excitement, he pushed to make contact, though only a tiny peep came out of his mouth. They chuckled at him. Internally, he sighed in forlorn exasperation.
After he was cleaned, Tato didn't stay small for long. In the hours that followed, his eyes opened, fur sprouted, and he grew through what looked to be several age phases. This, he found, was exhausting. His energy completely sapped for the most part, he lay defeated on the ground, head lolled to the side. A larger blue loon that he neared in size by the moment stayed beside him, still licking the occasional clump of goop from his new fur. Her name, she'd said, was Venus. He knew his own name full well, as he'd had plenty of time to dwell on it, but he simply didn't have the spark needed to utter it. Instead, he waited for his body to catch up to his mind, finally leaving the pathetic form of the cold, near-dead loonling sealed away in the lost egg behind. He was free. There was so much outside the eggshell, but the waiting didn't matter to him. He was never going back and that was good enough
