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frequency of the barely conscious state just before waking or falling asleep - Theta - Aug 15 2020
Theta's life had not changed in several cycles.
It was a constant tide, waking, hunting, returning, sleeping. Days blurred into each other, but for a creature that lived to satisfy its basic, cardinal needs... What did he need a sense of time for? To count how long he had been alone? Hah! He didn't waste his breath, his time, his precious few thoughts, on such things.
He fed his forest, and kept himself on the boundary of life and death. This alone was enough to keep him satisfied and punished in one fell swoop. Today he was stalking a small family of woolly deer, the hunger gnawing at his insides. If he caught one, it would be enough for him to feast with leftovers for his den.
That was a pretty big if. The stinking once-white now putrid grey, matted wolf's smell gave it away with just the slightest breeze. The woolly deer gave him a passing glance, then darted away toward the ridges where he could chase, but certainly not out maneuver them. He raced after the youngest, snapping jaws trying to catch a leg, but only managed to step into a patch of loose moss and slip, tripping and fumbling into a cushy blanket of lichen among the stones.
"idiotic, useless, damnable caves," the wolf snarled. Another day to go hungry, fine. Maybe he would resort to cannibalizing part of his rotting den, after all.
RE: frequency of the barely conscious state just before waking or falling asleep - Effluvium - Aug 16 2020
What a coincidence! Effluvium was also searching for food. After being forcibly evicted from Cetus, the fleshbeast had to turn to other sources for food. Cetus was one of those places. A repository of free food. Effluvium was not enthralled by the sights. It stared at its surroundings with a honed set of eyes.
Ones searching for movement. As it turns out, it didn't need to look far. Theta's antics sent a herd of deer blindly rushing past it. Wind and food scent whipped past Effluvium. The beast didn't need to think before it lashed out at one, with teeth and claws.
Its' teeth caught on thin air, an audible snap. Effluvium growled, watching the deer flee. "Food," It gurgled sadly. Watching its food disappear. Its gaze drifted to the ground, following the direction the deer fled from. Its nose to the tracks. Whatever it fled from was probably slower.
Its ears pricked. The sound of spoken word. Effluvium was almost disappointed. Actually, it was disappointed. But not-foods could provide it food. Even if in a roundabout way. It followed the tracks, dragging its misshapen body along them, covering the ground in a layer of mucus. First its nose caught the scent of wolf, and then its eyes caught the gleam of fur.
"Food," It gurgled to the wolf. What this meant exactly was up in the air.
"When I speak."
When I think.(Will never be used)
@Theta