Rolling, Yelling, Living [OPEN] [Afra's Introduction]

Ah!
The sharp brightness of the world, the unbearable flickering of the sun around him in his immediate and peripheral vision. Sounds, colors, lights... so much light! Sula squeezed his eyes closed, surprised by the sudden reaction but even more caught off guard by the following closure. The more he squeezed, the darker it was.

Yes, much better.

The language in his blobby brain felt natural, as if he'd known it all his life- for he had. This must be the beginning of my existence, he thought. Then- I am very advanced.

He figured then that it was time he took a second look at his surroundings. Slowly, steadily, without the suddenness of the first time, he opened the lids of his murky, sea-blue eyes. There was sand everywhere, a fine grainy thing that stuck to his particles and made him feel dry. He shuddered, an instinct to try and get it off. As he tested out his movement and sloshed around, though, the more it stuck. Sula frowned. Gross.

The sight of the place was fine. The sand itself wasn't the whitest kind, if there was such a thing, moreover a dark reddish-yellowish color that felt like a broken sunset to him. The sky itself was a bit dark, too, and so he figured the day must be coming to a close- or, perhaps, a start.

Oddly enough, it was Sula himself that radiated the most light, the falling or rising sun (he still couldn't tell which) bouncing rays off of his extra light color. Sula shook himself again.

Suddenly, though, his thoughts were interrupted by the presence of others.
"Helloooo?"
"HELLOOO?!"


How loud! Sula scowled. Shortly, though, his curiosity got the best of them, and he opened his mouth for the first time to shout.
"Gl-agh-Ah! AH! wheeze! cough!"

And so, Sula's first words were fits of coughing and spluttering and infinite voice cracks. Soon, though, after his vocal cords (vocal mush?) realized they were supposed to be working, he got his speech under control, echoing a ticked, "What are you doing!?" to whoever was making the noises.


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(I like the dotted line better)
Hope you don't mind if I throw my boi Sula in, too