DARWIN
His grin was halfway a smile
HOW
D A R E
YOU
LEAVE ME H E R E!
The furious S N A R L of echoed frenzy that would never be heard. Lost, trapped in a mind that barely recalled its own name.
Darkness dreams nightmares freedom H U N G E R an ACHE in bones set in stone. The scent of it there just beyond nares of rock, vibrations that bled around a form trapped and unaware. Locked within stasis for so LONG no portrayal of time could be applied to it.
A prison set beneath the roil and thunder of scarlet liquid just beneath the falls. A corkscrew horn twisted and melded with igneous rock protruding from the bed of the river, hardly seen through the glaze of red unless one knew what they were looking at. Erosion over time revealing it just enough. Its point sharpened like a blade that curved backward instead of forward, one that sank into the dark depths and into rock like a fossil.
A second horn barely discerned on the shore itself. Splintered, broken just before its backward curve, it could be assumed that it was a less perfect twin of the first. Its true color unknown, coated in deep grey rock to match the rest of the cavern floor.
And, oh, the L U S T for blood. The want of it a tyrant, a frenzied cataclysm that offered no relief. Even asleep, even paralyzed by time and fate, it ruled the Ancient's thoughts. Galvanized into the very core of DARWIN. The build of volcanic gasses and pressure against stone, pushing, pushing, the gradual spread of power that would not enter the world gently but with VIOLENCE.
No knowledge of what was happening in the world. No way to know it, only knew blood and hunger, only understood the natural laws of what it meant to be a predator. The goddess Dygra a constant whisper, a presence never shied from or resented. The only source of chaotic calm Darwin would always turn to.
The cavern itself seemed gentle as compared to the feral rage that howled without sound so close to its surface. The warm trickle of blood, the constant, white-noise rush of the falls. The soft lull of liquid that reverberated against the enclosed stone caverns. So easy for one to enter and believe how alone they were.To never know what slumbered directly under their feet.
Halfway a threat
