[center][h1][color=7D8C81]Goblin Aya[/color][/h1][/center]
When the goblin girl had first woken up she'd immediately begun to freak out. Being born was frightening, even more so when she was pretty sure this wasn't the first time it'd happened. Even if she couldn't remember the previous time, she was almost certain she'd had a different life, one that she'd been living up until she'd woken up wherever it was she was now. 

Panic mounting she'd tried to pick herself up, but had found herself lacking the strength to do so, instead only managing to flail her tiny green limbs. Wait why were her limbs green? Oh right, she was a goblin now. She probably should have taken more time to consider the fact that she hadn't been a goblin prior to now, at least as far as she could recall, work out just how she knew she was a goblin in the first place, or answer any of the multitudes of other questions all this raised, but it seemed as though her current form wasn't quite yet as capable of handling as much excitement as her previous one so instead she'd begun to cry.

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It was the third day since the goblin had first woken up. She probably could have continued crying up until now, had her body not quickly exhausted itself on that day and fallen asleep. The goblin girl guessed that made sense, she'd since worked out that she was a baby so it was only natural that she'd spend much of her time sleeping. Or at least she had been a baby, looking now she seemed to be the size of a young child now possessing more than enough strength to pick herself up. It seemed goblins grew faster than they had any right to, did that mean they'd also die young? If she continued to age at the rate she had been wouldn't she only live for... She forcibly pushed away that line of thought with a shudder, there were more important things to freak out about for now.

Now standing up for the first time since she'd become a goblin, well for the first time she could remember ever doing so really though she was pretty sure she'd stood in her past life, the goblin observed her surroundings. She was in a building of some sort, perhaps some kind of rundown church, though she failed to recognise any iconography. More importantly, she was surrounded by goblins, quite a few of which looked to be stirring to get up for the first time as she had just done or who had otherwise already done so. 

She watched one of her... sisters(?) complain about wanting food, and another one chastisee them for it. Wait how did she understand her siblings? She was three days old and she was pretty sure she hadn't heard enough of whatever language they were speaking to properly contextualise it yet... another goblin, a large male, arrived carrying what appeared to be a rabbit but with a large horn protruding from its forehead. 

The young goblin was realising now that she was pretty hungry, the sight of the horned rabbit causing her to salivate. Should she go up and ask for some? Maybe not, there clearly wasn't enough to feed them all and if it came to a fight she doubted she could do much. Actually, given how pointy her teeth felt in her mouth she was pretty sure goblins were preditors of some sort, so fighting her siblings would probably be a bad idea if she didn't want to get hurt. Then again what if avoiding fights just meant that she would never get food until she eventually starved to death? That sounded even worst than getting injured in a fight! Trying to push down the rising panic she felt the goblin took a moment to think things through some, the larger goblin with the rabbit had probably hunted it down and it seemed like one of her sisters was planning to do the same, so why couldn't she also go hunting? Because hunting in an unknown place shortly after birth seemed like a really stupid idea. What if she tried to go with her sister? That also seemed like a bad idea, but not nearly as much so, especially if they played things smart.

Unable to think of a better plan the goblin mustered up what courage she could before approaching her sister, [color=7D8C81]"Er. Um..."[/color] Wait was talking to people meant to be this hard? Surely not when it was a sibling. Was she forgetting some kind of trick to it... oh yeah, that was right. The goblin let the corners of her mouth begin to twitch up into a smile before stretching the whole thing into the horrifying grin she'd perfected in her bast life. As long as she pretended to be someone else talking wouldn't be so hard. [color=7D8C81]"Er.. sister are you going to hunt something? Could I come with? I think..."[/color]

The goblin paused, she should wait for a response before anything else and at the very least she should spend some time thinking her plans through before actually presenting them.

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