Wriggling. Spasming. Bursting.
That was happening within mere moments in an empty spot of air and soon the sounds became more relative as a white 'thing' began to spread around the air in a circular way until it dropped on the floor.
It was the size of an ostrich egg and the colour was Leathery brown.
Ah, I don't know what's happening, the egg which I was whisked into existence began cracking before I came out of it, weak and cold, I did not have lips, indicating no presence of a mouth but there definitely was a mouth there. I had no eyes but I could still feel the vibrations around here.
I am a beast with six legs and three tails resembling a reptilian creature and I had only one thing on my mind, to feast to devour, to evolve beyond this as that is my Instinct.
I growled feeling an endless hunger deep within the void which I call a 'stomach', the remnants of my shell, I could feel it, there were made from the same energy that birthed me.
A slithering tongue came out my mouth licking the edges of my face. My maw opened and countless sharp teeth were revealed as I slowly began to devour the pieces of the shell, making sure nothing else was left.
After I was done I felt a strange itch all over my body. I thrashed around trying to get rid of it and soon figured it won't go away. I growled and did the smart thing, I endured it for I knew it wasn't something bad.
The itch lasted for a long time and when it ended, I felt a second layer of something forming over my skin, it felt like a shell thay can't be easily pierced through by some creatures.
Either way, I was still hungry, craving for more. Craving to devour everything until they are lost, I growled and felt the vibrations all over the enclosed stone space I reside in.
I could feel the the vibrations of heartbeats through the walls even if I don't know what the word 'heart' meant, but it didn't matter, all that matters is I found prey, sweet tasty and delicious prey waiting to be devoured by my maw and forever lost in my endless hunger.
I followed the vibrations, my legs moved forward not making a sound. I then went into something hollow and long that gave out a cold wind, I could feel it on my body. I wondered of this sensation closer upon my body.
As I entered deeper into it, the sensation of chilling cold increased, but that did not matter to me as I have finally arrived at my location.
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Deep in the darkest depth of huge ravine named the Maw of Holcris, there lived a species of mice that have been fused with the essence of ice spirits due to a failed experiment years ago.
They were thrown into this place 20 years ago and their numbers has increased to 221 by now and the place they lived in was particularly large and filled with countless herbs and foods, which was convenient as they did not need to go out of their comfort to hunt.
They were also lucky enough that creatures in this entire ravine do not survive this kind of harsh cold, it was comparable to five ice spirits coagulating in one place.
All was peaceful. Until it arrived.
A primal feeling of fear and inferiority suddenly arose within the hearts of this docile creatures, their eyes all turned towards the single entrance where no beast could enter.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Something was slowly walking towards the entrance of their little home, they squeaked and screeched in panic as they witness the Abomination which blaspheming their eyes.
A monster so horrid, so alien arrived at their entrance.
It looked like a large lizard with brown skin, an eyeless, nose less and mouthless face. It had three long tales swinging behind it, it walked on six legs. It felt so dreadful, so terrifying.
These mere creatures, they do not realize but the moment the beast heard of their heartbeats, they have already become extinct in her own instincts.
Where it's mout was supposed to be, a thin line opened up on it's face revealing a strange imitation of a grin, the mouth was filled with countless sharp teeth that were perfect and completely white, devoid of any impurities, dripping an oily and slightly corrosive saliva.
It stepped forward. The mice, these ice-fused creatures, scattered in a frenzy of squeaks and chittering panic. Their breath, usually frosty, misted in the air like tiny clouds—until the sheer weight of its presence seemed to crush even that.
It moved like a specter—click… click… click… each footstep unnervingly delicate for something so heavy and solid, each click reverberating like a bone being tapped against stone.
Its tails undulated behind it, almost like sensing the currents of cold, the eddies of panic.
The beast's skin—leathery, rough, alien—shuddered as the strange shell-like plating it had formed earlier shimmered faintly in the dim, icy light. Its six legs moved with eerie precision, spreading out like a hunting spider. It paused just beyond the entrance, tasting the air with its unseen senses, the slithering tongue flicking out once more to taste the vibrations.
The Abomination on its emergence has began tasting the most primal instinct of all living creatures.
It was Fear and to it. It was delicious even if it didn't satiate its hunger , the mere satisfaction of the lower beings gazing at it's unholy body brought out a great amount of pride in its Nascent, formless mind.
It stepped in.
The cold no longer felt like cold. The chamber, once a haven of glimmering frost and crystalline herbs, became an open grave waiting to be filled. Frostmice darted between burrows, seeking the comfort of tunnels they once called safe—but nothing could mask their heartbeats, nothing could dull the sound of pumping blood echoing through this predator's senses.
The beast exhaled.
Or at least, something like it—a low, guttural hiss that rolled through the chamber, pressing against walls like a second skin. Ice cracked. The breath had weight. It had presence. It hungered.
With a twitch of its foremost legs, it launched. A blur of muscle, fang, and scale. One of the frostmice, slower than the rest, barely turned before it was swallowed whole.
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These small creatures were weak, small and defenseless but I could feel it, a cold feeling was spreading from their bodies, It almost felt like it could satiate me, almost but I would not fool myself, I am an endless void that consumes and evolve, I realise it now as I realise myself.
These inferior creatures, I began devouring them one by one my teeth sinking into thei4 flesh tasting their cold and refreshing blood, feeling their icy bones, feeling them forever disappear inside me.
One by one I hunted them down, ignoring their screams of pain and horror and within mere moments, I could feel the same cold energy that was coming from these beings start to arise from my body.
My mouth released cold vapour and my body was writhing in pain as ur began to slowl, but it didn't matter, pain was irrelevant for nothing is much more painful than this endless hunger I cannot satiate.
I hissed, something began shifting on my face, and then skin shedded as six small eyes began to form on my face, three on each side all stacked above one another. My vision was blue as I could see within my new vision the movement of coldness.
My new eyes twitched, unused to sight yet ravenous for movement. The world now unveiled in hues of frost—every motion, every heartbeat, every trace of residual warmth from my victims pulsed like luminous trails in the gloom.
I could see.
I could hunt better now.
The mice were thinning, dwindling into silence. Only the fading scent of their fear and the crimson frost-stained floor remained as testament to their short-lived resistance. Their tunnels, once intricate veins of safety, now looked like coffins they had dug for themselves. A mistake they wouldn't live long enough to regret.
The cold... it no longer pressed against me as resistance. No, it had entered me. I was cold. I was becoming cold.
Cracks formed along my newly hardened shell, thin lines that pulsed with pale blue light, humming with the residue of ice essence. My teeth had changed—longer, thinner, honed like icicles. The breath that now steamed from my maw was no longer just breath.
And soon, I devoured them all within moments, I walked to the middle of the cave, feeling the lethargy slowly taking me, I curled up and began sleeping.
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Outside the deep, vast ravine, a few hundred of thousands of miles away from it. A large city stood and in that city the most notable thing to notice was a state of a woman with three eyes and a blinding smile that would make one submit to whichever entities will it was.
In front of the statue was a little girl wearing a white hood and blindfolded, her hands clasped together, praying to the magnificent being of white metal. "May the Goddess of Trinity bless us all."
Not much later as she said that, the air behind her twisted and a muscular man with red hair and wielding a large axe grinned as he used his other hand to pat the girls head.
The girl was startled and immediately turned around, ready for combat, but she calmed down when she realised who it was. "Trinity Pillar of War, why do you always inact such activities on me?."
"Because, little Oracle," he rumbled, crouching slightly to meet her at eye level, "it's fun watching you almost smite me every time."
The girl sighed, releasing her clasped hands. Despite the blindfold, there was a sternness in her face, the faintest scowl forming on her lips.
"Warfather… that is unbecoming behavior for one who holds a Pillar's seat. Especially here."
The War Pillar snorted. "Bah. That statue's not going to frown at me any harder than she already is. Besides"—his tone sharpened just a little—"you're praying again. That mean your visions returned?"
The Oracle hesitated. The air around her shifted slightly, as if holding its breath. She nodded once. She napped her finger and a white light surrounded them. "As you know the goddes of Trinity commands War, Nature and Vision, she is a being at the Second Startra and for God's that is relatively enough to hold a position, her authority over Vision showed her a disturbing event that she transmitted to me."
The oracles blindfold began to be dyed red as tears of blood began to pour, she paused for a moment and casually wiped it. "In the near future, I could see the figure of a girl with six arms, two eyes that contained three pupils covered by a blindfold of her own skin, three tails that had poisonous stingers, teeth so white that it would put the purest of metals to shame and she had a sweetly chaotic voice, the goddes could only send me that information or else my mind would collapse due to the divine energy she was using to transfer those visions and as the Pillar of Vision, i could take on 20% of it."
The Warfather's expression darkened, the amusement draining from his features like wine from a shattered goblet.
"A girl?" he said, slowly, voice rough like stone grinding steel. "That thing sounds more like a nightmare. Or a godling gone feral."
The Oracle nodded, her voice calm despite the weight behind her words. "It is not born of heaven nor forged in hell. The vision was unclear in origin but clear in consequence: it feeds, it grows, and it evolves without bounds. It was born to consume, and even divinity cannot track the upper limits of its hunger."
The War Pillar stood, the massive axe on his back groaning under its own weight as he rolled his shoulders. "Then it's one of those… Like the Black Star in the Fourth Spiral War, or the Bloom of Teeth that swallowed a moon."
"No," the Oracle said, her voice a whisper of wind cutting through silence. "It is worse. The goddess only gave it one name, one word, etched across the bones of her vision."
She turned her head upward toward the statue, and the air around them grew heavy. Even the clouds paused in the sky.
"She called it... Aprexa."
The Warfather said nothing. His fingers flexed slightly against the haft of his axe.