Second Story: Soul searching.
By Thomas S. Aka my Tomcat c:

Waft poked her scaled head out of her eggshell and for the first time in her brief life, breathed in the coolness of frigid winter air.

It took her a moment, as her feet dragged first against the edges of the hole in her previous home and then sinking swiftly into
the lobs of frosty snow on the ground, to get oriented to her world. She could feel the intense cold of the snow around her, but
there was inner warmth and a picture in her mind that made her snowy tomb melt away and her twinkling amethyst eyes to bolt open.

Waft stood as tall as she could on all of her four inexperienced legs and looked at the world to take in her first glimpse of reality.
Her apparent homeland was stunningly barren for the amount of snow that fell there. As far as her reptilian eyes could scan, snow
fell in a gentle way that felt to Waft like a gentle massage. She saw nothing but flatlands filled with snow, but her hind feet could
feel the salty ground between her toes.

Of all the wonders that stepping out from her sheltered home into the beauty of the world might have brought, all that paled in
comparison to the image that seemed to be branded in her vision. What had made her eyes bolt open was a vision of another
Geckgoon, not looking too unlike the place she was in. He had snowflakes adorning his face and tundra blues and whites dominating his body.

She didn’t know where he was, she didn’t know if she would ever meet him, for that matter she didn’t know if he was even real.
But, for a Geckgoon these were trivial thoughts.

What Waft was experiencing was something that every Geckgoon experiences. In the moment a Geckgoon breaths its first breath
of life, somewhere in the world another does the same, and in that instant they are connected. No matter of distance, of time,
or of travel can keep them separated and the only important thing to either Geckgoon is to find each other using whatever
abilities they have been gifted with.

With the image of her soulmate burning in her mind, waft checked her body, wiggling every part of herself to gain a feeling for
just what she was. To observe her curious mix of determination and youthful lack of limb control one might have thought
they were watching a movie on a baby deer’s first steps. Far to the contrary, when a Geckgoon’s mind is set, their
determination is unfaltering.

Within minutes of different half-jumping motions and random sprinting spurts, Waft found out what made her truly unique.
Her stubby little wings were equally useless as any other Geckgoon’s, but she had another tool on her body that would allow
her to soar with the grace and precision lost from the dragon half of her species.

Long, golden antennae tipped each of her wings alongside every frill on her body. They extended far beyond her brilliantly
purple wingspan, but without a tiny capability she discovered when she leapt up in the air and wound up doing three
accidental summersaults midair, they would have been useless. Those miniscule antennae shot air currents with the force
of wings four times the size of her own, and when she jumped up toward the skies and shot those jets of air toward the
ground she looked far from a fawn, reminiscing more of a faerie dragon gliding with her glimmering gold and royal purple
coloring glinting light onto all who looked onto her.

Waft traveled through the Kravacian sky for years like this, searching desperately all around the planet. She passed the
greatest of predators and the feeblest of prey, all the while that same image that was branded in her mind from birth
driving her onward. No matter how many hardships she endured, she knew that somewhere out there her soulmate was
searching for her too and until she saw that Snowflake-adorned beauty of a Geckgoon her life would be woefully incomplete.

Six years after he long journey began, Waft’s drive still would not falter but her hope was beginning to fade. In the darkness
of a nighttime snowstorm, she was forced to land for the night, and with the tiny amount of energy she had remaining
from a long day’s trek she pushed just enough snow aside to create a burrow for herself.

What Waft didn’t know was that the shadows that this snowstorm cast on the place she made her bed were unnatural in their
darkness. In the dead of night, a violent tugging motion ripped against her antennae and she was tossed from her home.

A creature at least six times her height dangled her by her antennae and looked with the kind of unintelligent rage that could
only be produced by a lifetime of solemn misery. Its face and body were veiled by the night with exception only of the white
fur she could see covering most of it.

Waft shied away as hard as she could, feebly blasting air against her manically cackling assailant as it raised its right hand and
only the image of her lost soulmate filled her mind. She had failed her life’s goal, all that she’d ever worked for faded away
all the more with each and every inch the monster’s clawed hand moved toward her shaking scaled head.

But why, she wondered to herself, was the image of her soulmate burning all the brighter? Even more crucially, why was a
gloriously shining light filling her field of vision and piercing through the dark clouds.

For the second time in her life, Waft felt the warming glow that had melted away the snow when she was born. This time, though,
it wasn’t the cold that was being pushed back but rather the darkness.

As the monster that held her stepped backwards and crumpled onto all fours, a piercing light shot through the sky and landed
square on the beast. To her shock, Waft saw little crystalline snowflakes on the sides of its face and with a curious tilt of her head
she looked on as the one she had always known to love steadily came to form from the wretched fiend that had just tried to kill her.

They stood, looking at each other in exchange as amethyst met sapphire and wordless apologies for time lost between them
and crimes committed against each other flowed freely.

Once their staring was complete and unsaid apologies communicated, Waft and her newfound Sleet gave each other the highest
seal of approval their Gecko halves could, licking their own eyeballs then advancing slowly toward each other looking like fawns once again.

Geckgoons are a Closed species © Decepshun Designs <3

These two are Up for Adoption!

♦ Warf ♦
♦ No longer available
♦ Sold to Jecht_Zorovy

♦ Sleet ♦
♦ No longer available
♦ Sold to Jecht_Zorovy


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