ORIGIN

Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.

Deep beneath the ocean, a magnificent power stirred. Weak from so long trapped beneath the sea, stuck in a stone far too small for the power it held inside of it, the entity within stirred, wiggling and thrashing, claws gouging at the edges of the inky black stone before finally cracking it.

A rumble left the creature's throats, dozens of glowing red eyes visible from the outside of the stone.

They were unleashed.

Breaching the waves, seven heads rose from the depths one by one, teeth gnashing and tails thrashing as they dragged their body onto the golden sands of Leo. Their wing claws slammed into the earth and hoisted them up, hind legs gathering under them so they could walk forward and out of the water, ready to see the world they'd been birthed into.

A mighty roar left one mouth, then another, voices joining together in a chorus, screaming out their ilinx into the open world. It was magnificent! It was awesome, powerful, fearsome!!

Or it would be, had Morganoth not been the size of a small kitten. Their roars sounded more like baby alligator chirps, their steps tiny taps rather than quaking steps. Fearsome? Absolutely not. Adorable? Definitely.

The tiny eldritch godling crawled forward, noses high in the air as they sniffed for food, seeking sustenance after such a difficult swim from what seemed to be the bottom of Leo. They sneezed the remaining water that had collected in their noses and gills, all seven heads doing so in order to ensure all of it was gone. Once that was done, they waddled off after a small crab, squawking at it as if ordering it to stop in their presence.

A single face turned to peer at Bebby, the others still completely focused on catching the crab. It sniffed in her direction, tiny ears perking up before Morganoth lunged, three sets of jaws open and ready to attack!

One head grabbed a leg while another grabbed the body, tearing the limb off as the third baited the crab's claws. In a matter of seconds the crustacean was dismembered, the top of its shell torn off with its limbs scattered all around. Swiftly the whelp dug in, pulling out white mean and gobbling it down ravenously, each head working to grab the food and carry it to the main mouth to eat and swallow.

"Who are you?", they demanded, one of the secondary heads waving back and forth like a cobra ready to strike, "I am Morganoth. The Many Maws, Devourer of Mortals."

The other heads turned to face Bebby, blinking curiously and bobbing up and down, surrounding the center-most head protectively. This creature was their size but lacked any sort of proper defense. No quills, spikes, or anything. Just... fur.