Migration [OPEN] Nov 13, 2018 19:13:48 GMT -6
Post by Caspase-9 on Nov 13, 2018 19:13:48 GMT -6
Tiny legs hauled the worm across the long swathe of rocky soil that separated him from the object of his desires. Satan City was many miles from the sandy shore of his 'birth', yet the primitive grub knew exactly where the city laid. After all, it's location was nearly burned into the back of his single-track mind, its coordinates written into his very genetic code. All he had to do was follow the faint glow of the night-time city lights that resided just over the horizon, much like the butterflies in their endless cycle of migration.
Days passed, but concept of time was too advanced for such a simple creature. His three primitive eyes noticed the cycle of days, unable to parse its importance beyond the simple existence of 'dark' and 'not dark'. The strange worm stopped only briefly, feasting on the occasional bug or small animal before returning to his relentless pursuit of the great 'sky light'.
It took CASP a week to finally reach the outer limits of Satan City. The dazzle of lights immediately caught his attention, his primitive eyes finally able to take in the full glory of the great 'sky light'. Neon street signs dotted the landscape, rivalled in their luminescence only by the brightly-lit storefronts. Meanwhile, the glint of sunlight reflecting off of a nearby window caught CASP's attention, practically calling out to him like a beacon. He turned to it, enraptured by the bright light as it danced across the glass.
CASP was too young to understand such complicated topics as 'reflections', 'mirrors', or 'glass'. To the worm, the little beam of sunlight represented everything his instincts craved.
The thought was simple:
Get the light.
Ignorant to the confused and terrified onlookers, the worm advanced, tiny claws pawing fruitlessly as he tried to climb onto the glass itself.
OOC: Here ya go, bug creature acting like a stereotypical moth.