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QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Vargas - Aug 04 2020 marked PRV but open to all SoS Vargas returned to Tunnel P after a day's absence, and under one arm he carried a struggling, oily black... thing. It was hissing, and spitting, and if it hadn't been only a hatchling he'd have killed it by now for its defiance. It had bitten him no less than three times before he'd gotten a better handle on it. He'd half-hoped for some strange bonding moment of the child blinking up at him, as Titanite had done, but no; the thing had immediately tried to eat his arm, despite his far larger size. Vargas glanced up at the chrysalises, and over at any others present, as he stepped down into the warrens. "This one is an idiot," he informed them, lightly lobbing the creature down. An idiot, or very brave, but most likely just an idiot. No sooner had he dropped it than it was coming after him again, its five foot or so length squirming for his foreleg. He kicked it lightly away with a grimace and a grunt. "V-CHAOS-ONE, cease this foolishness," he barked; but it only hissed at him. RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Nidhogg - Aug 04 2020
@V-Chaos-Two @Khavur RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Maximus - Aug 04 2020
RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Khavur - Aug 04 2020 Two rattles was all it took. Two rattles and the largest chrysalis of the bunch splattered open, a smattering of fluid and shards staining the floor like blood. And the cause of it all? This funky-lookin’ two-headed dragon demon thing, with its two wings fully stretched, exposing their span. Its hide had decided that camouflage was bull honkey and it was going to change colors and patterns every five seconds like an indecisive fashionista in a rich person’s closet. It wanted a name. It fidgeted; three pairs of limbs, a massive tail, wings, and two heads were a lot to learn to use all of the sudden. It was bound to be clumsy. And a part Vargas couldn’t have known: at first, it was bound to be... almost kind. Once it felt ready, a single head looked over to the weak little thing trying to bust out and stand. The creature, wobbly but determined in its stride, would attempt to wander over to the small thing and crouch down. If the small thing would allow, this giant beast would try to surround the little one’s body with its own. And then it would just lay there, like a supportive but lazy dog. @Vargas @V-Chaos-Two RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Zoey - Aug 04 2020 Zoisite had been awake and alive for the better part of two days now, and despite its initial confusion and bristling, had settled down quite nicely. It took well to Overseer Orthoclase-Alpha's instructions, and just then was politely dissecting a rat that its mother had brought it. The big purple guy-- It was long, and snaky, with slick, slimy black hide just like Labradorite, and Vargas dropped it down to the ground and kicked it away when it tried to approach again. Zoisite's soft, still forming quills rattled against its coarse fur, and it fell perfectly still as it watched the long-black Labradorite-sibling scramble off to a divot in the wall to hide. The sound of cracking had been a constant for the last half an hour, as the other two chrysalis had been on the verge of hatching. It seemed like the Chaos siblings (Zoisite would not know their names yet) were on the cusp of breaking free, but Zoisite's attention was captured by the one that Vargas had brought. Its grabbed the remaining scraps of its meal by its tail's pincers, and crawled closer to Nidhogg, slow and caution. It stopped at the first sign of "stay away"-- a hiss or a spit or another flare of that choking smoke was all it took to stop Zoisite in its tracks-- and instead twisted, turning around to waddle tail-first toward the angry sibling, and released the meat from its pincers, depositing it in front of Nidhogg like a gift. That was, after all, what family did for one another. Its mother had brought it the rat, and now it shared what was left of the rat to Labradorite's sibling. @Nidhogg RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - V-Selenite-One - Aug 04 2020 While following Zoisite around and staring at its rear end, the pudgy infant had a particularly sharp piece of its sibling's chrysalis clutched in its mouth. It couldn't figure out why it had the rock now, because it'd outlived its usefulness as far as cutting off a piece of rat was concerned. Selenite didn't like having its hands covered in blood - it got crusty and annoying really fast - and couldn't bite good like its hatchmates. The gem'd helped, but it took a fair bit of effort and strength the baby didn't have. The Overseer-parent ended up having to tear the rat into smaller pieces for it. Anyways - cyan eyes flitted away from the rat as Zoisite backed towards the noisy-wall; it was completely enraptured by the big thing stretching out of a chrysalis. So many legs - like it! - and four pairs of eyes - like it! The eyes were on different heads (also cool!) but they were four eyes nonetheless. Selenite's nose twitched as it sniffed and skittered forwards on all sixes. Caught in a momentary bout of bravado, the child puttered right up to the massive newborn on its hands and feet. Tail lashing like a cat's, it circled the brightly-contrasting beastie (and the smaller one underneath) and blinked. Floppy ears pricked. Selenite stole forwards, zoisite-knife still in its mouth, and reached out to pat the right snout with a curious hand. Allowed that, it took a mile: trying to grab onto whatever it could and hoist itself up and onto the oily-stoned creature's face. @V-Labradorite-One (for visibility! baby party!) RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Vargas - Aug 04 2020 He returned to two things. First, a devastating failure: almost immediately it looked weak, its gemstone placement... unfortunate, something desperately wrong with its hind legs. It was small, soft, and Vargas grimaced as he looked at it. Perhaps-... Yes; it was young. Perhaps it would grow stronger-? He was still unfamiliar with how 'children' worked. Ahh--but THIS beast-! He leaned back to regard Chaos Three and every part of him swelled with pride. It was enormous; it was winged, multi-headed, strong! It was-... ...Changing color? Vargas' eyes narrowed some, his heart picking up a pace. Surely he couldn't have made such a bad mistake-? My Lord would-... no; perhaps it only needs time to learn to control it. He desperately hoped that he were right. He marched up to them, glancing only briefly off at Chaos-One and the Zoisite grub, addressing them one at a time. "YOU are V-Chaos-Two. Do you understand me, yet? -And YOU! You are my first, finest creation. I will call you Khavur: you will be Reaver, of the Dark Above." Whatever the hell that meant. He opened his mouth to speak further--to give orders, perhaps, or declare his expectations for their futures--but the Selenite had toddled up and was feeling for Khavur (REAVER OF THE DARK ABOVE)'s snout. Snouts. Vargas scowled. "None of you kill each other. Not yet. I will have need of you," he growled, and then looked around. "ORTHOCLASE-ALPHA. It is your turn to hunt," he bellowed, knowing it wouldn't have left the children too far away. RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Nidhogg - Aug 04 2020
@V-Chaos-Two RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Maximus - Aug 04 2020
@V-Selenite-One RE: QUESTIONABLE PERFECTION - Khavur - Aug 04 2020 There were many noises, and many sounds. The two headed beast was trying to take it all in stride. Unlike the rest of these teeny little monsters, it had been born with two fully grown heads, capable of reasoning perhaps a little faster and easier. It wanted to understand. The little one was using its heads and necks to stand. That was interesting! And then another little thing that was better at standing than the little one approached. It even pat the beast on one of its heads (which was much appreciated by the way)! As it pat, the beast tried to look into its eyes. Again, it wanted to understand. The magic inside attempted to reach out, to grasp for that understanding. And it did. Somehow. The beast's own mind, it morphed somehow, chemically. All that was felt was a childish curiosity. 'OwO what's this?' It wasn't much of a change; the beast felt the same way towards the walking one. When the walking one climbed aboard, the beast didn’t stop it. If anything the action was encouraged! And when the beast noticed the little one it had coiled around trying to swipe at its ward's tail, the beast began to bob its mounted head up and down! Effectively turning the ward's tail into a pinata for the little one. The beast just wanted to see where this would go, what it would do. Experimentation was a child's way of understanding, and the beast, despite being full grown, was still mentally juvenile. It could understand language, it would find, as the big purple friend spoke to it. But speaking back... an ordeal that would be. Control is a thing to learn, not to inherit. Khavur, Reaver of the Dark Above. It sounded cool, if not insincere. “Khavur” would accept the name and title, and probably think of something better... later. It used its unoccupied left head to speak: “Kha... Kha-buh. Vvvvvv. Er. Long long. Long nam for long me. Long Khaaaa..." It was too long to finish so just end it with, "yes.” One head, still bobbing with the mounted walking thing, was idly smiling. The one used for speaking to the purple friend held a straight face, but the eyes gave that glimmering curiosity away. @V-Zoisite-One |