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On a mission the serpentine youngster is. No moments to plan, no efforts to tell. She's secretive of her goal, her desires on this day. Curiosity always there, she takes it to a whole new level of morbidity. Unorthodox but surely this works. She wants to find out who she is- what she is. And who she will hurt during this time of cruel exploration is not her fault.

She's learnt the walk of thy serpent- body mere feet long but thicker than it had been prior to her emergence on Origin. Growing yes. Well she needed to learn more to survive. Unknowism was a task for her. She had to become this.

Exploration began now. She goes fast, slithering like the floor was water. She didn't know her aquatic nature but that discovery was for another hour. Cháos's tongue consitently flung within the air as she tasted it, learning the tools of a snake. She saw differently- colour absent but her vision spectacular. And it was then that she sees her first sacrifice. But wait, whats this? This was not how you treat food.

That's because it wasn't.

Cháos halts from her gliding slither as she stares. Giving a confirming flicker of her tongue, she rises her skull slowly as shes careful not to spook the rodent later classified as a mouse. Not a rat but a mouse- it's features quite beautiful and it's size small enough to take advantage of.

Steady now, she's patient with herself. She instinctively narrows her eyes as she somehow somewhere connects to the life unseen around her. The link activated, she holds her breathe. She can feel it- the small things squirming to her command, to her domain. And when she breathed out, she gravitated the bactieria collected from the insects near- specifically Tularmia. Ticks were abundant in the foliage and they deemed worthy of their tiny lives.

She collected the fatal bacteria into an invisible cloud that barley fogged as it was bestowed just above the mouse. It took mental concentration to bring the cloud to the rodent but as she breathed she surged the cloud forcefully upon it's snout till she felt the bacteria fall peacefully within the nasal tube of the unfortunate mouse.

Done.