First Step on Wood

Stiffness broke. Power surged through my core. I flexed my translucent claws, testing their weight. Solid. Beside me stood another figure in blue and red, unmoving. I shifted forward, planting one clawed foot against the textured wooden surface beneath us. It held. The dark recliner rose behind us like a fortress wall. I locked my stance, scanning every edge. I am awake. Ready for whatever moves next.