11-01-2018, 01:27 AM
A voice in his head commanded him to hunt, to kill, woke the beast that had slumbered since he devoured the wrong prey-beast and took its shape. Metallic fur splashed with white faded to armored scales, and his shape bent and twisted and reshaped itself into his own once again. Hunt, he would happily do.
But not for someone else.
End had never been one to take orders. Instead, he prowled through the volcanic lands, scenting the air with his tongue as he stalked through thick greenery. Prey was abundant in these parts now that it smelled of prey again. How those vile creatures survived on grass was beyond him, and he settled into his skin with a twitch. He flicked out his tongue and savored the faintest taste of blood on the air, of fear and panic running rampant through the land.
They tasted so much better afraid. It really was too bad devouring that particular species of prey-beast locked him up in an equine-shaped cage and made him something he was not. Still, there were plenty of other panicking beasts, lizards and rabbits and small deer that were just as good at filling a belly, if more slowly. Another voice rang out in his head, though, naming the place he’d settled into as one of the safe havens from whatever plague had infested the prey-not-prey.
Ugh.
They would all come. And they would drive away the prey that didn’t force his shape into something unnatural and disturbing. He grumbled and listened in, noting that one of the neighboring islands was not on the list that would draw a frightened crowd. So he made his way away from the volcano land and into the water, swimming across a nice stretch of sea until he reached the lovely tropical island that was more suited to his nature anyhow. He stalked ashore and found a nice cozy spot to settle in the sun, to bask and regain some of the body heat he’d lost to the sea.
Then the hunt could begin again.
But not for someone else.
End had never been one to take orders. Instead, he prowled through the volcanic lands, scenting the air with his tongue as he stalked through thick greenery. Prey was abundant in these parts now that it smelled of prey again. How those vile creatures survived on grass was beyond him, and he settled into his skin with a twitch. He flicked out his tongue and savored the faintest taste of blood on the air, of fear and panic running rampant through the land.
They tasted so much better afraid. It really was too bad devouring that particular species of prey-beast locked him up in an equine-shaped cage and made him something he was not. Still, there were plenty of other panicking beasts, lizards and rabbits and small deer that were just as good at filling a belly, if more slowly. Another voice rang out in his head, though, naming the place he’d settled into as one of the safe havens from whatever plague had infested the prey-not-prey.
Ugh.
They would all come. And they would drive away the prey that didn’t force his shape into something unnatural and disturbing. He grumbled and listened in, noting that one of the neighboring islands was not on the list that would draw a frightened crowd. So he made his way away from the volcano land and into the water, swimming across a nice stretch of sea until he reached the lovely tropical island that was more suited to his nature anyhow. He stalked ashore and found a nice cozy spot to settle in the sun, to bask and regain some of the body heat he’d lost to the sea.
Then the hunt could begin again.