new xharacter

Warmth rose through my segments, faint at first, then steady. I shifted a single ridge along my spine, feeling each crystal joint click in quiet, deliberate succession. The surface beneath me yielded gently. With measured care, I flexed my front claws, testing the smooth curve of an outstretched finger before curling lightly around it. It remained still. I drew my tail inward, adapting my posture to rest securely along the hollow of the hand. I can move.