Thick legs carried him through Polaris; fresh after his encounter with two small rhinos and that vile shadow doe. His body still faintly numb from one of his stronger electrical moves, but slowly that aggravating rattle in his skull was coming back. Spreading out and over the entirety of his damaged body; burnt and sore, struggling through the wincing pain that still was fresh in his left paw. It was broken, but it would heal...just like all the other bones he had the pleasure of breaking.

One could not kill death after all...at least not while it fought back.

The ever bright environment of Polaris seemed to be dimming; this was no good. He wanted an easy meal, something to show him the way; the path to the native fauna. Calling up his fire it slowly crept to his lips. Gently dancing out of his mouth and flickering from his white eyes. It wasn't much and it didn't have to be, working just enough to get the job done.


"Speech"

"Thought"

Vicktor had grown accustomed to the burning flames and hot plasma that stirred within. He found it comforting really, a nice hot embrace of his power; his strength. It was the only thing out here looking out for him. Protecting him, healing him and comforting him in his time of need and desperation.

Coming to a slow stop Vicktor caught glance of a cave rat up ahead. Not his favorite meal, then again everything in the cave was small...he would need to feast on many of the native fauna to fill his hunger. Wasn't like another large gembound was around willing to give its right leg to him. It didn't matter, he would taste the flesh and bones of one...eventually

Calling up his magic again he only wanted to stun the rat, not desiring having to lick up what little food it offered off of the cave floor again like he had done in the past. But surprisingly with little effort those familiar stark yellow sparks danced around him. Disbursing through the air and seemingly halting the rat in its tracks. Falling over without nothing but a drawn out whisper of a wheeze. It twitched once or twice as he made his way over. Pawing at the morsel of meat, it didn't respond. It wasn't even breathing the closer he inspected it...well seems the 'dirty' part was done and over with...though that was his favorite part...he was looking forward to squeezing the air from its lungs. But, beggars cant be choosers he mused.

Not like he was begging or anything...


"Speech"

"Thought"

Parting his maw he made quick work of the rat. Shredding it to pieces bit by bit, peeling the hide off like one would an orange. Devouring everything, not wanting to waste a drop; such a tiny portion of food it was really...Frustration took him and he ended the 'meal' quickly. Devouring it in two measly bites, clean in half; bones and all. Lapping up the sanguine hungrily inspecting his surroundings for more. His fire inside, dying down slowly as time passed. This was no good, he wanted tracking to be easy...An easy meal was a good meal after all, regardless of its size.

Rising from the ground he coaxed his fire back, stronger than before; hungry. Red light illuminating what surrounded him. Only then did he realize small silhouettes scurrying away from him; hiding from their inevitable death. They were seemingly too small to be gembounds; spiders perhaps?

Vicktor hadn't ever consumed a spider before...but they were larger than what he could recall back in Cetus, when he was just a cub.


"Speech"

"Thought"

Well if it had a heartbeat and was in his path; then it was on the menu. Not caring to be picky over the choice of meat this evening Vicktor unleashed another volt of electricity into the air. His fur bristling high as it danced off his pelt, disbursing through the atmosphere. Leaving him again with that sweet sensation of numbness. How tender and loving his elements were; caressing him with warmth and the feeling of nothing at all. They were almost too kind really, almost.

Red light illuminating the spiders he watched them rear up defensively. Only for them all to drop, one by one from the invisible volt surging through their bodies. Poor simple things really, ready to fight for their life from what they could see. Unbeknownst to their primitive minds it wasn't his claws or fangs they should have been worried about. But rather the yellow sparks that danced flashily around him; spreading panic through their ranks.

Trotting over he gathered them all, one by one. Lifting their delicate limbs and throwing them haphazardly into a pile. One that stood about eight spiders strong. Glancing at the few appetizers before him he grumbled. He had hoped there would be more than ten even...but eight was still a fine number, better than one; or even zero.

Laying beside his 'feast' he picked them up, one by one. Pulling them into his maw with his lips; crunching away as if they were a snack left out for a movie. Popcorn really, the taste and crunch was new and rather intriguing to him. But not at all filling...


"Speech"

"Thought"

Vicktor just remained there, laying on Polaris's floor. Fire billowing from his maw as he breathed deeply. Keeping himself fed was rather difficult, especially when he planned to feast like this. Eating enough so that it would last him more than a few days. But he mused that surviving wasn't easy; only the strong continued on after all. Even death had to fight to claim its victims...

Pulling himself up, ignoring the faint sensation of discomfort that managed to poke out from the numbness; he continued on. Eyes open, glancing around the soil for any hint of life nearby. Ears flickering about, searching. Yet not a soul could be found...


"Speech"

"Thought"

Time passed as did Vicktor's patience...where the fuck was all the fauna!? He had begun flipping over rocks, searching for even a spider or two now! Perhaps they had all went into hiding...Having been alerted by his presence...warning each other and the neighboring meals that something large, something hungry way coming. It seemed possible...Vicktor knew the primitive gems could communicate with one another, just not gembounds such as himself...

Peering around a few crystal clusters Vicktor found a small burrow, nestled between two large and flourishing moss beds. Approaching the entrance he watched something scurry into the far reaches of its home. Perfect.

"Speech"

"Thought"

Happier than a newborn cat in a milk factory he laid in front of the burrow. Peering into the darkness, only able to see into it just a few feet. Exhaling the hungry fire from his mouth, lighting up the tunnels of a few more feet. He would need to dig, just far enough to were he could grab them. Fixing his stance and rising his body off the ground he inhaled deeply. The scent that lingered told Vicktor that it was a family of rabbits, and quite a few of them too! Lucky day!

Now all he needed to do was grab them out, one by one and devour them! Unsheathing his claws he began to throw soil behind him, digging up large clumps of the rabbit's home. Stopping every couple of moments to prod his arm down into the depths; feeling around. It wasn't until something bit his paw defensively did he pull his arm back and snarl. Lips curling as flames danced around his teeth. Angry, ready to char the fur of that stupid herbivore. Extending his right arm again into the depths of the burrow he was ready. Thrashing his unsheathed claws around until they stuck into familiar soft delicate flesh. Warm red fluid bubbling up and over his claws as he raked it out from its hiding place. That panicked screech hanging in the air as the rabbit struggled in his grasp.


"Speech"

"Thought"

Finally he had pulled it from its home, thrashing around in his grip he held onto it. Not quite ready to silence it yet. It had done a great injustice biting him; especially since he was just prodding around! Granted it was to find either it or its children, but prodding none the less!

Pushing the screaming mammal into the soil Vicktor readied himself, this would be beautiful if he could pull it off. Sinking his teeth into it's soft squirming body it shrieked out. Blood oozing forth, covering his maw and trailing down it's tawny fur. It wasn't enough that his flames inside were already scorching the rabbit, no he wanted it gone. Ripped to pieces! And what better way to do that than to explode it?

Chomping down again he called forth his electricity, envisioning it shooting through his fangs and into the morsel below. Except, his magic must not have gotten the memo on this. Instead it built up, crackling through his skull and straight into his own body; backfiring. His heart struggling to fight through the sudden and abrupt surge; lungs constricting as he seized up. Clamping his jaws down and around the rabbit he simply bit it in half. Showering the soil below with viscera that fell from its main cavities.

He simply lay there convulsing, trying to fight his own magic back. But it was no use; maw opening he dry heaved. Body threatening to expel all that which he had just ate. Flames dying down and smoke billowing from both his nostrils and parted lips.


"Speech"

"Thought"

It took Vicktor a few moments to gather himself; he was in no hurry after all. Legs shaking as he rose up, panting heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. He would make them pay. Make all the little rabbits hiding within their burrow pay! They dare sit in there, mocking him no doubt! Succulent little jewels; soon to be his.

He would gladly incinerate them all, devour their pathetic ashes in spite.


"Speech"

"Thought"

Those little jewels will be his! Soft and tender; he would rip them to shreds! Lips curled back in a snarl; ears laid flat he prepared. They would see only him and ravaging flames in their final moment. They would see death.

Hot plasma igniting within the confines of his body he prepared; small embers drifting out from his maw. With every breath he fed the fire; allowing it to submerge his inside with that molten hot hate. He was ready; the small rabbits on the other hand were probably not. Taking no time he positioned himself at the front of their dilapidated burrow. Savage red light flickering down the dark confines of their home. A sneer across his maw he shoved his face in. Fire billowing from his lips as the family of appetizers shrieked. Vicktor only laughed, attempting to chomp one or two straight in half.

"Speech"

"Thought"