White, just endless, massive white. The world seemed endless, or perhaps it was smaller than anyone could possibly imagine. Inside this vast white wasteland were a set of eyes, floating, or perhaps laying on the ground. It looked around, or at least it thought it looked around. It tried to move, or at least it thought it tried to move. It was all very difficult to do without a body, or perhaps it had a body, and it was made out of the same white substance.
But the white changed, a black line appeared on the horizon. The eyes looked at it curiously, it was odd to suddenly have a focal point, almost nauseating. It tried to look around again, see if perhaps now it could. It could not. It tried to move around, perhaps now it could notice a difference in distance. It could not.
And just as sudden as the black monolith had appeared, it was gone, replaced by lush green plants. There was no spectacle, no popping sound of it coming into existence. It was just suddenly there.
The suddenly climax of new senses, sound, smell, feeling, thought, caused it to fall forward. Luckily it managed to catch itself in time, by stretching out it's hands. The grass felt nice and soft, the ground felt solid. It sat upright, holding it's hands in front of it, they were small, delicate even, with small claws ending at the end of each finger. Though the most notable feature was probably the soft, near black fur covering its hands and arms. It followed it's arms with wonderment, noting they connected to a body. And it looked down at its body, noting that it was not an it at all. It was a she. A quite convincing she in fact.
She was sitting on her knees, looking down at a rather voluptuous chest, also covered in a fine layer of fur. But this fur was white, going from her chest down to her stomach. But around her waist the blackish fur picked up again and ran down her legs.
She suddenly felt like her face was warming up, like a fire was near it. Although, she couldn't quite remember what fire was exactly, just that it was very warm. She brought her hands up to her face, ready to douse out any flames that may be on it. But there was no fire, or flames. With the fiery had also come a new sensation, the sudden need to cover up. Although it seemed redundant, her fur was doing a more than good enough job at covering anything up, but the nagging feeling was very persistent.
That was when she noticed there were others around her, a very odd group of individuals. Then again, it was the first group of individuals she had met, so could she really call them odd? But with this sudden realization, came an even warmer feeling in her face, as if she had dipped it into fire directly, and an even greater need to cover up. Which she promptly did by covering herself using her hands.
"Hel- Oooh!" Her own voice had startled her, it was soft and had a dreamy tone to it. It re-enkindled the flames in her cheeks, as it suddenly felt like all the eyes in the world were forced upon her. "Euhm, h-hello... Euhm, does anybody know whats going on?" she trailed off, as she lost her courage to speak. She quickly turned her gaze away from the others, instead focusing on a suddenly very interesting pebble between the grass.