Life for the monster returns exactly to how it had been before the Plains. The experience as its once-self stored into the recesses of its mind, buried between an all-consuming ferocity that allows room for nothing else to exist. The only change has been physical, but whether or not the creature has noticed this change - or what it might think - is impossible to tell. Out of the dome of its elongated, armoured skull now curves two black horns, wickedly pointed like the rest of its body.
It is a creature made for death, to be a hunter, and as far as it knows - this is the only life it has ever seen.
Dawn is close as it moves along the border between Pangea and Hyaline. The master has implanted a map of the borders of their kingdom and the creature knows that this land is friendly with the land it is charged with protecting. Still, this border is a route into Pangea and both of the monsters routinely patrol, searching for strange smells and the potential for hunts that do not fall under the ban they were given when they first arrived in the canyon-strewn land.
Movement catches the monster’s attention and its armored head snaps in the direction - black eyes piercing the blue light of the new day as a low clicking noise, some semblance of a greeting (or more accurately, a test) escapes from it’s gleaming silver jaws. It does not move, not yet, and that knife tail is relaxed behind it - swishing slowly across the dry dirt.
RIPLEY AND NOSTROMO
twenty-eight eaten to date |
@[Ryatah] <3
the title works because it's BQ spring
