Post by Zoki on Jan 11, 2023 19:48:20 GMT -5
Zoki had been fading in and out of consciousness for hours, the cataclysmic blasts and blows were dulled down here in the darkness, but they were still perceivable. Rumbles and blasts of dust washed over the pit the enlarged parasite found themselves in. Large chunks of rubble had kept them pinned in place and cracked the containment unit. The green ooze had been quickly ingested, unpleasant but sustaining. More rocks fell and great shadows clouded the skies above. Glowing orbs flew through the sky and furred creatures the size of houses trampling all that stood in their way.
Soon the blood began to flow, at first Zoki could only smell the iron of oxidation. The rusty odour creeped towards him. But then it reached his lips and he felt an undeniable urge to lap at the stream that approached him. Wave upon wave of strength crept into the being and he grew stronger with each trickle and gulp. It seemed it would never end, alas it became too little. The surges became smaller and smaller. The desire slowly shrank, unlike the beast that had been sated.
The beast began to make its first movements. It had been unable to even consider removing the rubble before, however it felt a need to move. A need to hunt, or at least find a more satisfying meal. It pushed with its large mass against the floor and pushed upwards. The rubble shifted slightly. A slip on one of the legs and Zoki fell back to the floor. However, the weight had moved enough for them to try again.
And there arose a beast, of hard chitin and short limbs ending in sharp powerful claws, no eyes of which to speak but only several tendrils that protruded from the circular toothed mouth. The beast was large, 6 feet long and 4 feet wide straddled by 8 limbs running down its flanks. It raised its head to the sky and the tendrils began to take in all that they could, sending out small pulses from one and receiving smells from others. It was much for the newborn to understand. But it did understand food. Food was nearby.
The image that Zoki received was similar to a sonar, seeing only the protrusions from the ground. However, not too far away a strange shape with an aura could be seen, large, much larger than Zoki, but unmoving. The beast approached the shape with a smooth clatter of claws on the stone floor, and ran one of its tendrils across its surface. It was flesh, it was covered in fur but that did not deter the mutant as it ripped a chunk of meat off the nearest limb and began swallowing it down his tooth lined throat.
It was delicious, the same feeling pulsed through them again, as with the blood they felt only energy and pleasure from devouring the meat, whatever it was. Did not matter, it had something within it that needed to be drained and the large parasite would drink it down.
A cracking could be felt within the form of the beast, on its upper face. A slit emerged and cracked open. Blurred and confusing more so than their other senses, it began to see the shape in front of it. A large felled beast that was covered in burns and gashes. But it was strange and confusing to look elsewhere. So they closed this crack and returned to the simplicity of a mere shape. Eyes were not needed here, only Flesh.
Thread PL: 30000
VO Link:voca.ro/1iu48SEOgoEp 4 minute duration
Resources: Regeneration, Bare Knuckle Brawler, Antisense (OFF)
WC: 588
Soon the blood began to flow, at first Zoki could only smell the iron of oxidation. The rusty odour creeped towards him. But then it reached his lips and he felt an undeniable urge to lap at the stream that approached him. Wave upon wave of strength crept into the being and he grew stronger with each trickle and gulp. It seemed it would never end, alas it became too little. The surges became smaller and smaller. The desire slowly shrank, unlike the beast that had been sated.
The beast began to make its first movements. It had been unable to even consider removing the rubble before, however it felt a need to move. A need to hunt, or at least find a more satisfying meal. It pushed with its large mass against the floor and pushed upwards. The rubble shifted slightly. A slip on one of the legs and Zoki fell back to the floor. However, the weight had moved enough for them to try again.
And there arose a beast, of hard chitin and short limbs ending in sharp powerful claws, no eyes of which to speak but only several tendrils that protruded from the circular toothed mouth. The beast was large, 6 feet long and 4 feet wide straddled by 8 limbs running down its flanks. It raised its head to the sky and the tendrils began to take in all that they could, sending out small pulses from one and receiving smells from others. It was much for the newborn to understand. But it did understand food. Food was nearby.
The image that Zoki received was similar to a sonar, seeing only the protrusions from the ground. However, not too far away a strange shape with an aura could be seen, large, much larger than Zoki, but unmoving. The beast approached the shape with a smooth clatter of claws on the stone floor, and ran one of its tendrils across its surface. It was flesh, it was covered in fur but that did not deter the mutant as it ripped a chunk of meat off the nearest limb and began swallowing it down his tooth lined throat.
It was delicious, the same feeling pulsed through them again, as with the blood they felt only energy and pleasure from devouring the meat, whatever it was. Did not matter, it had something within it that needed to be drained and the large parasite would drink it down.
A cracking could be felt within the form of the beast, on its upper face. A slit emerged and cracked open. Blurred and confusing more so than their other senses, it began to see the shape in front of it. A large felled beast that was covered in burns and gashes. But it was strange and confusing to look elsewhere. So they closed this crack and returned to the simplicity of a mere shape. Eyes were not needed here, only Flesh.
Thread PL: 30000
VO Link:voca.ro/1iu48SEOgoEp 4 minute duration
Resources: Regeneration, Bare Knuckle Brawler, Antisense (OFF)
WC: 588