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Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - Reseda - Feb 22 2018
Crack. Reseda gloried in the slicing of her strong teeth into the bone, the sharp pieces that splintered away, the crunching as her powerful jaws destroyed. Perhaps one day, this would be an enemy. Perhaps one day, this would be a creature. She wondered what it would be like. She had smelled the goose's blood. She wondered what it would taste like, all hot and fast with the spice of battle, of anger and fear. She wanted to know. Maybe someday she would.
For the first time, she was looking forward to something. The deep one had promised that she would be powerful, that it could teach her to use magic. She remembered the chasm it had ripped into the world upon their first meeting. Greed itched at the inside of her scales. Yes, that was what she wanted.
Crunch. The bone continued to fracture under her grip. She spit out the splinters that were collecting in her mouth. She had once tried one. While it had tasted pretty good, it had scratched her throat and had sat uncomfortably in her stomach. She would just have to stick to meat. Not that it was bad, she quite liked meat. But she liked the bones too.
And that's where Reseda sat, in her cave among the Chambers, munching and crunching on bones, dreaming of the power she would hold.
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When I speak.
When I think.
tags: @χάος
notes:
RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - χάος - Feb 23 2018
She's independent and has grown to an adventurer. Going through life the pace she did, had time meant anything at all? Nah. But on this world, a world so different from the one within the precious crystalline womb, time proved an illusionist. Early day. Birds alive and life coming from every corner especially now. Wonderful. But she goes past the borderline you see.
A creature of Origin, she radiated light, vitality; just as her glossy skin been the richened hue of verdant algae. Almost glistening as the scales on her body shimmer the light that occasionally bathe her. Crystals are everywhere but she isn't fazed as she goes moments of climbing over steep hills and complex rooms that promise a maze. Even a pool(to her) accompanied. But easily, small Cháos found ways around it. As water was a stranger thing to her still- it's discovery for another beautiful day.
At first, she doesn't know of the other reptile near but she only then starts to hear jowl lapping sounds of feast. Not a snake obviously.. but what? Her eyes skim while she slows her slither, tongue flickering as she beams illuminating orbs to the sound wave. Vibration led her the direction clearly.. but had Cháos wanted company anyway?
No real heat energy was seen. Could this snapping thing be a reptile? Cháos quickly learnt what the red meant. As well as the blue. The vibrancy detailed enough to see a meter far. And it was then little Cháos found this thing as she bravely sought out this lizard. She slithers slowly near while she watches bone toss and pile while soon even finding the land covered in them. Cháos proved not squeamish. She halts only a couple feet from the lizard.
English was familiarized gradually. Seemed like everyone here spoke it. So she tries that language to the best of her abilities
RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - Reseda - Feb 23 2018
Reseda slowed her munching as her ears picked up the sound of something coming close. She lazily cast her eyes to the entrance to her little chamber and watched as a young green snake appeared. Well, now she's have to find another name for the long one, since there was obviously more of them. Annoyance flashed through her mind, but it was soon gone, smothered in her usual cold disinterest. She watched it as it raised itself until it was taller then her. She stared at it strangely, wondering why it was asking her this. For a moment, she wondered whether she should bother responding before she decided she might as well.
"The bones?" she replied, expressionless. "The bones are good. They crunch and they crack. But they cannot be eaten, no. They poke holes in my body. So I munch on them instead."
She thought that she had sufficiently answered the snake's question so she turned back to her one and began to gnaw on it some more, grinding and scraping her teeth across the hard, jagged surface.
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When I speak.
When I think.
tags: @χάος
notes:
RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - χάος - Feb 23 2018
(Feb 23 2018, 07:33 AM)χάος Wrote:
The lizard was nonchalant. And even mean thought Cháos. The lizard proved to be a female. Mean woman lizards wanted gifts right? Magenta gaze skims around the piles as she looks for a long bone, one worth a gift. The innocence bathed her from the predatory views, casting her for what she really was: a child. A heart still untouched by the wrongs and rights of the world. A mind still worth trust and sincerity.
Cháos reasoned but she didn't like cold bones. She liked warm.. alive things. Surely bones had life to them? So she tried to radiate her power as she once more intended to link to the abundant life unseen. But she's to concentrate and who's to say that's easy with lizard nomming? Perhaps another day then.
"I'm Cháos. I can make 'ze bones soft." Though fail at first, she will rise up again. Confident in her power. Whatever the response would be, she'd try again soon.
RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - Reseda - Feb 23 2018
Reseda barely looked at the other as she continued to crunch on her bones. She had other things to think about besides this new one. Was that what it was called? Well, it was green. Maybe the green one. It couldn't be the long one or the dark one. Fine, the green one.
Her eyes flitted to the green one as her strong jaws snapped a bone in half. "What good are soft bones? You cannot break soft bones, you cannot sharpen your teeth with soft bones. I wouldn't want soft bones."
She didn't understand the concept of soft bones, nor the failed spell attempt. She wished this thing would go away or prove more useful to her quickly or she would get irritated with its presence.
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When I speak.
When I think.
tags: @χάος
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RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - χάος - Feb 23 2018
Just rude. Plain rude! Not nice. Not even a name given.
Her brows furrow while her snout exaggerates into a sneer. There was just no getting to this animal let alone befriend it. Maybe someone else would do well with her kind urges. Surely not this behemoth. Would the lizard do well with her combative urges?
Silently she once more tried to link to the prokaryotic world. This time within herself yet it's no use- the munching not even sparing her time to focus. She sighs, huffing her frustration. Fine mean lizard. Have at it.
She turns, fleeing quickly as she glides smoothly over the piles of things irrelvent. The lizard owed her, thought Cháos.
*exit cháos
RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - Reseda - Feb 23 2018
As the green one began to leave, something sparked in Reseda's mind. The deep one had taught her to detect magic. And...she seemed to detect a tiny spark of it coming from the snake. But it wasn't malicious. She detected no bad aura coming from the green one, not like the stuff that had come from the deep one during its fight. Perhaps this one was trying to befriend her. Strange. She would never understand the gembounds.
But then a thought occurred to her, bringing her back to the fateful moment she had seen the deep one's magic. She let her bone clatter to the ground as she rose to her feet. If this one...was willing to befriend her, maybe she could keep it as her own. Her first follower, just as she was the deep one's first. The green one would be hers to command and influence. It seemed young as well. Perhaps that would make it easier.
Her brain flicked to the mask she had started to draw. The coldness in her expression melted away and her voice grew smoother as she stepped forward and called out. "Wait. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. My name's Reseda. I don't get visitors often, so I was just a little taken by surprise."
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When I speak.
When I think.
tags: @χάος
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RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - χάος - Feb 26 2018
To befriend such a serpent would be ideal if they'd know the powerhouse she'd grow to one day be. The destiny. Like having a pet dinosaur who loved you more than life itself. Bonding had its perk. At least with Cháos. Had this lizard seen that? Finally.
Somehow, somewhere, Cháos managed to get through the bleak nonchalance that the dragon wore. The komodo transformed into a genuine but still unsympathetic gembound. The lizard's notion of apology sought the young snake from her smooth waltz. Sudden interest was questionable but she gave it a chance while meganta gaze glared at the face of the scaled woman. The lizard's gem shined as Cháos peered up at the reptile.
RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - Reseda - Feb 26 2018
Reseda was a hard one to surprise or elicit much emotion from in general. But she was certainly shocked when the green one began coiling itself playfully around her ankle. She looked down, trying to fight the urge to pull her leg out of the way, but she had to remind herself that if she wanted to obtain the affection and loyalty of gembounds, she had to act like them. She wasn't sure the normalcy of this action, however. Then again, nobody that lived in the room of bones was anywhere close to normal.
She forced herself to smile, but it was a cold, hungry smile, slightly betraying the ambition that lay underneath.
She sat herself back down and laid out her arm for the snake to wrap itself around.
She thought that she should talk to the gem, to try and convince it that she was, in fact, interested in conversing and bonding. However, none of this interested her. But she kept speaking to herself, over and over.
tags: @ΧΆΟΣ
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RE: Crunch, munch, bones for lunch - χάος - Feb 26 2018
A nudge, a ping, a whisper shouted about in the naiive snake's mind. Her mental was smarter than what others presumed. Very much so. And according to Cháos, this lizard had a vibe not so great to it. Had it been that this lizard meant no good? God how she wished to have the arcane gifts. Unfairness didn't sit well with the brood.
And so be it if Reseda had been such. Should she be met anger that threatened the innocent play of acquaintance. So much Cháos did not say and did not know. At least for sure.
Should she test this out? Just as she did to the mouse?
Reseda is formal nonetheless, her tolerance bad acting at the real urges to yank from the serpent child. Reseda seemed to have a rather empty heart. Any motives from it were a dubious love. Selfishness- Reseda leaked it. Her uncomfortability snitching of the truer wishes that she hid under a rug.
Cháos acts, moving away while physically separating from the komodo.
Cháos is close, but still away from Reseda while newly scrutinizing the ways of her mind. Trust, a thing Cháos learnt that would ultimately drive her.
@Reseda