ORIGIN

it was a sacred pilgrimage.

the whispers followed him, urged him toward chaos and destruction, and he followed them faithfully. it took a long time to make his way through the caves winding tunnels, avoiding other gembounds like a shadow darting away from light, only to finally stop at a place of Voidlight.

as ultraviolet stepped into cepheus, his inky velvet pelt lit up into shades of gold and violet, not responding to his own bioluminescence but instead actually reflecting the natural light of the room. a sign, perhaps? his own gem practically glowed like a beacon as he stalked through the peaceful fields, feeling all at once calm and unbridled rage.

he spent a small time attempting to catch one of the ivory deer, perfect and pristine and perfect, perfect, flawed by perfection. to no avail. they danced away, taunting him, until he grew too exhausted to continue. forget it.

his paws carried him further, fur flashing like reflective tape, to the top of the only prominent hill in the area, where his dark eyes could survey the land with contempt.

the alien's lanky stride disturbed the perfect blanket of petals surrounding the solitary tree at the top. he reached the blossoming tree, and inspected it for a moment in silent contempt. he needed to rest, hunger gnawing at his bones, but the murmurs in his ears brought a furious twitch through his muzzle. there was a reason why he had been drawn here... perhaps, to go further beyond, perhaps...

claws lashed out at the bark, marring the perfect surface, determined to leave a lasting scar.

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hunger had returned.

a vicious beast, like the whispers that urged him destruction, the hunger pushed from his core out to his limbs, making each movement more irritable than the last. tail lashed, tendrils smacking into each other as they swept this way and that. not since he was a child did he have to deal with his spots glowing so brightly while hunting, surely this was the reason for his difficulties.

from atop his perch where he had climbed, he stared out over pegasus, claws digging deep into the bark. he watched the herds of pristine white deer move like set pieces. he was the penumbra upon a perfect scene, a shifting blot that had invaded.

the voices demanded.

with a huff, he deemed himself rested enough, and dropped down to prowl back down through the petal-covered hill. he made his way to one of the deer that had strayed too far from the rest, and broke out into a dead sprint. white statues bolted like guns fired, but he threw himself into the straggler. claws sunk deep into soft, delicate fur that was nothing like the marble they feigned.

the prey thrashed, the moment blurred, his skull ringing as he wrestled the beast to the ground. he tore out the throat, finding that it indeed had a stone embedded in its soft flesh, and dragged it away to some bushes where he could wait for it to rot.

hunger be damned. his bones ached, exhaustion rolling over him in waves. but he would be patient. he would feed his urges, but devotion came first. patient, waiting, until the first signs of inky black bubbled to the surface. with a low growl-- a prayer-- the feline bent his head and began to lick the oil from the marble.

oil consumption: +2 points