Jan 16 2020, 11:40 PM
The orthoclase also taught itself a number of lessons, such as the following: no, you cannot punch rocks apart; yes, you can clobber a rat to kill it and eat it. Stomping was less efficient than a well-placed bite, but Alpha was in a bit of a hurry with the realization that it was a growing, molting hybrid monstrosity that apparently needed to eat quite a bit on the daily.
It was shaking off the last of its first molt onto the ground as it sauntered into Canis. The shed exoskeleton almost immediately drifted away, carried by the breeze coming out of Tunnel P. Alpha lowered its head, and sniffed long and hard. This sensing just went plain ignored, though, as it went to the same place it always did to hunt rats: some conveniently-left ribcage or other body part that the rats loved to massacre.
As expected, there were a few. Alpha dropped as low as it could without dragging part of its quills or arm-spikes along the ground, and then lunged forwards in a loud flurry of movement. It lashed out with a single arm, snagging one of the bunch by the tail and immediately yanking it back. Faced with too large of an opponent and certain death, the other Lessers vanished into the woodwork. They left its unfortunate companion with the dishonor of having its neck squeezed in one meaty forepaw and being smacked against the rock as hard as possible.
Chittering oh-so-softly in eagerness for another captured meal, the orthoclase tossed it into its mouth and trotted off into the bones to eat it, almost using a shoulderblade like a gruesome plate. The sight was plain grisly, entrails going first and bodily fluids just going everywhere.