Jan 31 2016, 01:27 AM
Somewhere, deep in the maze of chambers, rested a chrysalis. It remained hidden, held comfortably within a fox-sized hole in a structural rock. The twist of black and white signaled the gembound's source; an interesting color of jasper. It rocked only a little, barely seen by any naked eye. The sand beneath it was the only true signal of it's movement, particles rolling down ever so gently. Within the lovely pale egg was a lovely pale snake, who had shifted the chrysalis when making herself inverse inside. It was tight, cramped, almost an instigator for claustrophobia. Thankfully, such a thing could not phase a creature that would later use tight spaces to hide in. However, the instinct in her now said she needed to break free. She wiggled within, adjusting her tail, then began to slam the tip into the shell repeatedly, cracking it and carving a hole into it. Light! Her own element soothed her as the little bit of remaining placenta seeped out and allowed the glow of the outside world in. She squirmed a bit more, putting her nose to the hole and began to push. Her body flexed, puffing out then tensing in effort to work the egg into a weakened state. It was working, as shown my the growing cracks. With a little time an effort, she was soon sliding from the chrysalis and stretching herself out, exiting the safety of the hole her chrysalis had been growing in. All two feet of white scales stuck out like a sore thumb against the browns and greys of the area known as Canis. Carefully, slowly, she carried herself along, pausing now and then to feel the ground and flick her tongue. Scents in the air wafted about, old and new, stale and fresh. The forks of her tongue split a little further, trying to find something fresh enough to follow. Minutes passed before she began to travel again, purpose seeming to possess her. She crawled between rocks and climbed over rough surfaces, exploring and searching. For what, she wasn't quite sure. It was all instinct. It drove her like lithium to a battery. Before she knew it, her instinct led her right to what she needed - food. An adolescent rat was not the preferred meal of a king like herself, but with a drive and need for sustenance, she chose to waste no time. It skittered along, pausing and looking for danger before continuing to sniff and lick mineral-coated rocks, appearing as hungry as the young snake. She creeped closer, tongue sometimes flicking out to be sure of her distance. She closed in, being sure to not make a sound as her muscles groped the crevices and shaped below her belly scales. Just as the rat seemed to notice her, she struck out, mouth open with fangs protruding, ready to latch onto the first meal of life. A symptom of her success was the screeching of her prey as it felt the initial stab of her fangs. In no time at all, it was dead and her mouth had already began to work it over. The venom in her bite per-digested her food and the size of it made it easy to swallow quickly. She rested upon the rock where she performed her first kill, the lump traveling toward her belly. It was very pleasant, this feeling of being full. Her never-blinking eyes staring outward as her body remained relaxed. A good first day. Food and calm. ---- "Speech." Thoughts. OOC: out of character Tag: @ Words: 581 |