Newness. Rebirth. Her transformation the symbolic meaning of life itself. Her skin richened, more rubbery than before and newly indifferent to the solidity below her. Her specie an aquatic one- silly to see such an animal ponder about its nature. She hadn't known it after all. Her old skin sits, useless. An irrelevance worth its go as she'd be welcoming of change.

Bravery is stroked, her ego tempted to trample on all limitations. No one was going to have her. Not even her fears. Her indecisiveness shifts just as easy as her perception grew competitive of her experiences. Nearly angry at the sudden awarness that she was captivated by her own indecision, she's so quick to change this. Then abrupty destroy, & annihilate that which tried to be against her. There was no against her. It was starting to become clear.

The water was something of a challenge for her; a door she would break down.

She casually sat amongst a new domain, a cave of miniature islands that would do well to habituate her. Her heart's capacity vast and their yearnings impossible. Bursting, so dramaticly were the flames of maturity that birth a newer layer, her calling sprouting like the poisonous blossom that swore it's killings later. She brews and ultimately nurtures self creation. Her own power summon. The righteous kingly light shone her out; casting her childish nothings into a force to reckon with- soon. Kavish initiating her discovery of rule and the urge to take it from any who wanted it, who had it.

"I can't wait until I become king." Such an innocence wasted. A virgin mind, no one let in so far. Not a soul. So her mind takes on the only voice it knew, her own. No concept of gender and what it meant, all she knew is she was a King. Her fingers, by god if she had any, would snatch the very last drop of everything. Thus, let us behold the key trait that would deem her villainous; vixen much: voracity. Not just a hunger, an unquenchable one.

And as the music of her thoughts gloom, her alignment was worth a question. A young hellion, she goes forth now on the realm so much unlike the airless mental- bringing her muscles into cooperation via brain signals. She glided smoothly, going boldly head first into the shallow water brink. The wamth of the water rejuvenated her cold blooded body as Septiezal's magick did. Naturally, as if her mated element, she went gracefully into the water. Nostrils unfazed, she found it so easy to preserve her previous breath for more than a few minutes. In fact about ten.

A flash of those magenta orbs & the glossy flickers of skin announce she's gone. So silent, only but a dribble of soundwave announcing the water pressure she underwent. The water engaging to surround her till it was all she felt. Speed on her side, she goes deep only to retreat to a near ledge across. Her eyes peak once she's partly surfaced; her eyes never blinking as they held so perfectly their reptilian stare. She looked ominous, breathing within the body of water as she leveled it beneath her. Oneness. Her aquatic nature found.

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It is time.


Out, now. She goes, sprinting across the water to rise smoothly out of it. Her skin a much more vibrant though the occasional lemon hue gone. As if signaling her emergence of soon to be adolescence. Bravo, my dear Cháos. You've survived this long.


She's grown a few but not too much. Something is heavier about her skin. Not the body but the skin, literally. And to explain, the base of the spine elavates from the bone a silvery shimmer from hematite that display as thickened armoury.

Nonetheless, life goes on. She's eager to put fire to the fields of discovery. Let's play. And so she silences all things; the vibration still for a moment in a timeless beam. There, it's there. The buzzing static that can be found. It was the prokaryotic link. Now to just intend her power to them.

There is a mouse, one Cháos has rather kept than ate. Hours have passed since the capture of the mouse. It recently sat within a cage like structure naturally built within the cave itself, purposefully placed smaller rocks acting as filler. Its a tiny creature, a few months of age. Young and valuable to Cháos. She murmurs a hum, as if to calm down the mouse who sat confused behind the small boulders that obtained her. Cháos is not but a few feet from her sacrifice. Now, to turn to the real matter.

Like a balance, she finds the rhythmic waves of the prokaryotic buzz once more. She had to learn their fluctuation, the quickness of their ways. How they changed like she. She was their Queen. Now to prove she was King.

Like arms, she lifted the static as if sorting through the consistent buzz. She looked and found so much within and around the water. Finding cases & voids of prokaryotic life that varied more from the last. Good, bad and neutral bacteria. A fair share, if you will. And she picks, focusing on the certain scream of life that shouted from within the surrounding buzz. There.

STILL WRITING***

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