Dropped from a spider pod into a world ruled by chaos, the son of the Dark Lord tries to find his way.
I seem to be in a constant state of hunger these days! Early on I discovered by pure luck that if scared enough, I could lay hands onto what frightens me and turn it into my next meal. On my very first day, as I stumbled down the side of the fiery mountains behind Peler Ambaron, a very large beast tried to eat me. It was my first encounter with a creature of any sort since the big drop and at the time, I thought it was also going to be my last. This monstrosity was not only massive and completely covered in thick coarse black hair; it also sported quite a spectacular set of sharp fangs. Its eyes glowed red with hatred and from its mouth, a heavy flow of viscous drool foamed profusely. When it growled, I felt the heat of its foul breath on my skin, making every bone in my body quiver with terror and every single one of my back scales stand on end. The noxious cloud that enveloped my head was unbearable. The droplets of slobber that splattered against my face were a strangely welcomed splash of coolness that somehow gave respite to my skin from the barrage of disgusting bits of steaming half chewed meat that battered it. I wanted to run away, but my feet had sprouted roots that were embedded deep within the ash laden soil of the mountain below them. There was so much fear racing through my veins that my eyes gave out, allowing blindness to set in.
Well…
I shut my eyes, dropped to the ground, tightly wrapped my arms around my legs, let out a high pitch squeal the likes of which had not been heard in the history of Rodinia before then or ever since, started shaking so uncontrollably that I was not made aware of the exact moment when my body expelled its most disgusting of contents onto the foul smelling surroundings and braced for the worst. I felt the beast’s whiskers rub against my skin and by pure instinct smacked its head away. Everything stopped! A burst of flames burned the palm of my hand for a mere instant, then, with a grunt, it all just grew quiet. There was something quite heavy still weighing down my leg, but the growling had ceased and all four limbs were still attached to the rest of my body. I slowly opened my eyes only to find the carcass of what I now know to be a black bear, with it’s eyes about to pop out of its head, mouth clamped down onto my ankle, a still smoking charred patch of hair on it’s forehead and lots of hot slobber dripping down the side of my leg onto the ground below. I glanced around and gathered we were alone; just me and the creature. Somehow that huge beast was taken down and I had no idea who or what did it. Suddenly, I was hit with an intense desire to feed. It came out of nowhere. My skin became really hot and I felt my surroundings fade away. My ears closed shut and the only sound I could hear was that of what was happening under my skin. I became very aware of every organ, every muscle, every bone and every joint in my body. Every beat of my heart echoed with an almost deafening aplomb, making my head numb with each thunderous thump.
That is also the very moment I discovered how truly ravenous my hunger could be. Amidst the confusion of it all, I tried to chew onto the beast’s hairy skin, but it proved too tough for my effort, then something absolutely astonishing happened; a pair of sharp fangs slowly pierced through the thin skin inside my mouth, pushing the teeth that were once there right out of it. The fear that had paralyzed me moments earlier turned into a voracious desire to gorge. I did not mean to just gnaw down onto the bear’s skin in hopes of getting a taste of what lied before me. I meant to completely bury my face nose first onto the side of its neck with the reckless abandon usually reserved for those with no regard for decorum, while tearing enough hairy flesh out of the way until only the magnificent silkiness of what is a palpitating blood engorged vein was exposed for my pleasure. I tenderly caressed its smooth surface with the tip of my tongue, relishing in the echo of the beast’s last few heart beats. Slowly, one my fangs pierced it’s very fragile casing and the most wonderful of liquids poured onto my taste buds. The inside of my mouth was lathered with the most glorious zest and as I swallowed, every gulp carried with it a jolt of energy that made my insides burst with flames. As my organs were washed over with the bear’s life energy, they absorbed its courage. Its power, strength and ferociousness are now part of my very existence. I was shocked at first when all those images began to flash inside my head. Being so new to this world meant there was not much I had experienced yet, but that bear’s short life was full of adventure, thrills and wonder. It made me relive every kill, every chase, every taste and every single encounter with beings I was yet to make my acquaintance with. My nostrils filled with the musk of its mother’s fur as I cuddled in her warmth while she slept the winter away. I felt the chill of the first snow as its paw sank into the soft white powder when first venturing out of their den and went tumbling down the side of the mountain being chased by its brothers. I still feel the bond it developed with them while hunting their first prey under the watchful eye of their powerful protector and teacher. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of its first spring frolicking on the meadow. I suffered the sting of an overzealous bee defending the poppies’ sweet nectar. I tasted the blood of its first kill. I lived the moment when it realized how much power truly lied within its claws. I also felt the sadness of that time it looked back expecting an approving glance, only to find his until then ever present mother forever gone.
Well…
I shut my eyes, dropped to the ground, tightly wrapped my arms around my legs, let out a high pitch squeal the likes of which had not been heard in the history of Rodinia before then or ever since, started shaking so uncontrollably that I was not made aware of the exact moment when my body expelled its most disgusting of contents onto the foul smelling surroundings and braced for the worst. I felt the beast’s whiskers rub against my skin and by pure instinct smacked its head away. Everything stopped! A burst of flames burned the palm of my hand for a mere instant, then, with a grunt, it all just grew quiet. There was something quite heavy still weighing down my leg, but the growling had ceased and all four limbs were still attached to the rest of my body. I slowly opened my eyes only to find the carcass of what I now know to be a black bear, with it’s eyes about to pop out of its head, mouth clamped down onto my ankle, a still smoking charred patch of hair on it’s forehead and lots of hot slobber dripping down the side of my leg onto the ground below. I glanced around and gathered we were alone; just me and the creature. Somehow that huge beast was taken down and I had no idea who or what did it. Suddenly, I was hit with an intense desire to feed. It came out of nowhere. My skin became really hot and I felt my surroundings fade away. My ears closed shut and the only sound I could hear was that of what was happening under my skin. I became very aware of every organ, every muscle, every bone and every joint in my body. Every beat of my heart echoed with an almost deafening aplomb, making my head numb with each thunderous thump.
That is also the very moment I discovered how truly ravenous my hunger could be. Amidst the confusion of it all, I tried to chew onto the beast’s hairy skin, but it proved too tough for my effort, then something absolutely astonishing happened; a pair of sharp fangs slowly pierced through the thin skin inside my mouth, pushing the teeth that were once there right out of it. The fear that had paralyzed me moments earlier turned into a voracious desire to gorge. I did not mean to just gnaw down onto the bear’s skin in hopes of getting a taste of what lied before me. I meant to completely bury my face nose first onto the side of its neck with the reckless abandon usually reserved for those with no regard for decorum, while tearing enough hairy flesh out of the way until only the magnificent silkiness of what is a palpitating blood engorged vein was exposed for my pleasure. I tenderly caressed its smooth surface with the tip of my tongue, relishing in the echo of the beast’s last few heart beats. Slowly, one my fangs pierced it’s very fragile casing and the most wonderful of liquids poured onto my taste buds. The inside of my mouth was lathered with the most glorious zest and as I swallowed, every gulp carried with it a jolt of energy that made my insides burst with flames. As my organs were washed over with the bear’s life energy, they absorbed its courage. Its power, strength and ferociousness are now part of my very existence. I was shocked at first when all those images began to flash inside my head. Being so new to this world meant there was not much I had experienced yet, but that bear’s short life was full of adventure, thrills and wonder. It made me relive every kill, every chase, every taste and every single encounter with beings I was yet to make my acquaintance with. My nostrils filled with the musk of its mother’s fur as I cuddled in her warmth while she slept the winter away. I felt the chill of the first snow as its paw sank into the soft white powder when first venturing out of their den and went tumbling down the side of the mountain being chased by its brothers. I still feel the bond it developed with them while hunting their first prey under the watchful eye of their powerful protector and teacher. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of its first spring frolicking on the meadow. I suffered the sting of an overzealous bee defending the poppies’ sweet nectar. I tasted the blood of its first kill. I lived the moment when it realized how much power truly lied within its claws. I also felt the sadness of that time it looked back expecting an approving glance, only to find his until then ever present mother forever gone.
Yup! That is me. Sexy huh?