@Saarg: As the slime started to stretch itself out, it felt something wet drop on it from above. What the wet was, the slime had no idea, but it felt really warm. Another big drop landed on the far edge of the thing the slime was resting on, making other things come out from it. They moved almost like what it had caught, but faster and smaller, and far more numerous.
@Arq: The slime couldn't find a more impressive way to catch prey for the time being, so it just chomped mouthfuls. The moving things were hard, but seemed to have an ability of some kind. The other organic, the harder ones made of thin stems didn't have any special thing that the slime could figure, but it did have pokey little clumps periodically along each thin strip. A very small amount of deep orange started to show itself in the distance, just as far as the big white thing in the up. As the deep orange showed up, the billions of tiny glowing dots in the up started to disappear except for the brighter ones.
Saarg decided to investigate the warm liquid, and attempted to absorb some of the stuff that had landed on it. At the same time it forced its body into an "S" shape, rearing its head up as high as it could to see if it could reach the source of the liquid.
Saarg made a mental note to deal with the large quantity of small things next, although it began to feel that its body, and current weaponry, were more suited to dealing with large prey than large AMOUNTS of prey. Saarg would have to come up with a way to rectify this situation, once it got its ballistic gland working.
the slime moved around before his focused moved to a grey blur with a red blur in-front of it, the slime slowly walked towards, trying its best to keep balanced. when it reached this grey blur it started biting and chewing through it, this biomass was covered it the soft substance similar to what it has eaten before, what ever this biomass was the slimes teeth did not help chew through it.
I just gave a rough description of the animal I am eating, but you decide what it specifically is
Yeah the little things I put running around isn't something for you to get its body parts, but its skin color. Very few living things have this color and I wasn't sure if you'd want it or not- silverfish [http://silverfishcontrol.net/silverfish2.jpg]
Explanation: you found a dead rabbit who's face and ears were eaten by something else already (red blur). Since I'm guessing your teeth are rhino and it eats plant, you're having a hard time eating the rabbit's exposed spine. The soft is the fur.
@Wrecker: Without clear vision, it was hard to tell if there was an easier to consume part of the animal, whatever it was. But, even with its eyes how they were, it was able to find food much easier. The hardest part of the animal [http://variouspictures.tk/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Rabbit6.jpg] resisted every attempt to be consumed, but the soft on top of that seemed rather easy to do... it just seemed impossible because of the 'easy/hard' layers of the thing.
@Saarg: Whatever the warm wet was that fell on the slime and near it, it didn't seem to be dripping from too far away. A few small air blasts pushed at the slime, though the air blasts weren't as warm as the rest of the fetid air everywhere else. A few large thuds of movement started to move away from the slime.
Havoc being uncomfortable with the sporadic changes in temperature of its own body makes the slime behave in a strange manner. The slime shifts the ground until the ground gives and covers all sides of its body in attempts to change the effects of these weird temperature changes in its body. Staying in the hole it dug, Havoc decides not to move for a while in hopes that this strange feeling would go away.
@Havoc: Resting under a thin layer of shifty inorganic was at least a consistent feeling of texture since its ability to feel temperature was completely out of whack. The slime started to feel like it almost couldn't handle it anymore, but then it very slowly started to recede. The random hot/cold was still through its whole form, but the temperatures weren't as far apart as they were before.
the slime continued eating through this biomass, as it did finally it was able to form a clear image of this dead creature, as well as that the slime started developing a thick grey layer around itself.
OK I just thought of 1 animal I want but I am not sure how I could find it, it is the hagfish just like the idea of when in trouble and in water my dragon being able to turn it into slime.
Having absorbed the organic things, Arq saw something else. There where weird things happening above the inorganic things it was on. The big round was getting hazy and there seemed to be something else coming out of the inorganic things. What is was, Arq didn't know and it just looked at it trying to understand just what it is.
While thinking about, another thought came to Arq. The big round thing was getting hazy. Why was it getting haze? Why was this new thing coming and what was it doing to the big round thing. Trying to look where the new thing was coming from, Arq started running towards it to see what it was doing to the big round thing.
Saarg was unsure what to do. Whatever the source of the dripping and movement was, it could provide Saarg with some useful DNA. However, judging by the volume of the thuds, it was probably a larger creature than any Saarg had encountered so far.
Saarg quickly lashed out and caught a few of the smaller creatures, seeing no reason why he shouldn't, as they were there!
Next, Saarg lay flat once more and began writhing his body along the ground, slithering towards the departing thumps. With any luck, he would be able to learn more about it and even launch a suprise attack!
I know how to get both of you something you want. I was wondering when I should do it, but I guess 'soon' counts as a good answer. You guys are about to find a 'jackpot'. You'll know it when you see it.
unlocked: silver (skin color)
unlocked: rabbit
OOC: Updated FAQ
@Bosque: The slime's glowing was nearly faded, but still in its eyes slightly, making its flight pattern less articulate and evasive than it could otherwise be. A large force smashed into the slime, evenly on each wing from the back. The creature it was trying to avoid had jumped out of the tree and onto the slime in mid-air, pinning it to the ground. The creature took a big bite out of the slime, pulling off its head and consuming it. The creature then made a few spasms with its stomach, and ran off. The slime was completely confused and had lost its head, no longer able to see, and in incredible pain.
@Wrecker: The slime's skin began to become furry like the creature it was eating. The slime became more hungry while this was happening, but the remainder of the animal wouldn't be enough to satiate it once it was done. The white glow from above began to dull into a dull orange color, and it even felt like it started to get warmer, if only a little. Something moved nearby, making the... mount of organic/inorganic whatever-it-was shift.
@Arq: The new thing rising in the far distance got brighter faster than the slime thought, the big white circle never changed how bright it was. Different organics of various kinds were littered all over the inorganic, the increasing light let the slime see it now. Something else the slime was now able to tell existed was something it was already running towards- something shiny. No, multiple shiny things.
@Saarg: The large animal wandered away slowly, but the slime was on a mission and was able to catch up without much difficulty. Looking for a thud pattern, the slime tried to launch itself at whatever the creature must be, and struck. The animal bit back! The animal's mouth was much bigger than the slime's, and the pain was extreme. The creature let go the moment it bit and judging from the thuds, it had escaped. But all was not in vain. The slime was luckily dropped on a cold organic thing [http://s1.hubimg.com/u/1070060_f520.jpg] that didn't move. Whatever it was, the same wet that had dropped on it earlier was on this thing, too.
Eltanin noticed the new form underneath it and decided to go taste this new thing. The slime approached this food thing slowly, gliding towards it with minute undulations.
The slime found itself deciding on a specific orientation with this new physical development. The slime decided to swim with the new spindly thingies to be in the front, with the sweet, tentacled thing in the back.
Saarg curled into a coil and began nursing the bite injuries he had sustained. It didn't seem to be anything he wouldn't recover from, but Saarg felt changed by the encounter all the same. He was furious at his failure to catch the creature, and was now under no illusion that it was the master predator in this area. If Saarg was going to dominate the food chain, he would have to grow, and improve his weaponry.
Making a mental note that if he ever tracked down the creature that bit him, he would be sure to take his time consuming it!! With that comforting thought, Saarg absorbed the cold, organic thing he had landed on.
As soon as Saarg felt the energy from his meal sinking in, he felt a yearning in the gap in its head. His extensions felt somehow...incomplete. Letting the instinct control his actions, he felt glands being created underneath both extensions, and felt them pump a liquid into the extensions. Saarg new that the liquid was harmful, but was unsure as to how lethal it actually was!
Saarg eagerly began looking for an unfortunate creature to test his improved weaponry on.
Okay, I'm the guy Nuba mentioned. Just let me know if there's anything I need to change or do. I apologise if posting this in the middle of the RP itself caused any disruption, but here it is.
Havoc still feeling a slight discomfort decides that it is best to move from its location. So the slime proceded to head in a single direction in hopes of finding more food for its hunger.
Bosque burned all over. His solid parts felt loose and out of hinge. His slime portions felt like they were about to melt away. There were no more lights or colors, the world replaced by the same fridged none-sensing he had spent so much of his life abiding in. It seemed so wrong now. So cold.
Bosque twitched one wing cautiously, and then another, floating into a world he could once again not comprehend. His form flew manically between solid forms that wouldn't give way and Bosque felt something new entirely as he richocheted off the merciless forms that buffeted him. It started as the sickening absense of daring, and moved steadily into roiling panic. Bosque lost his head. He careened in every direction, turning wildly onto unseen obstacle and unyeilding wall, wishing desperatly to stop but only going faster.
He started screaming. It was something like a scream. He didn't know why, but everything in his body started shaking, shivering. He could feel his own scream coming back at him, mocking him, gliding past his head as poltergeists polluting the breeze. Bosque turned from the spirits, fearing they were calling from him. He flew to the quietest side and seem to loose them for a moment, only to find all the screaming vibrations coming quickly at him from the front. He dove into a tunnel of quiet just to the right and avoided a column of strong screams that rang with dull but resolute venom. He followed the tunnels of quiet, desperately avoiding th sound of his own haunting fears, and realizes that all his unseen fences and walls had abandoned him. He'd flown, firmly, without hitting anything. He flew even now, confidently through open pathways, feeling screams the shapes of things he'd seen in the real world. The screams were the obstacles, he realized then. His fear grew until it was a shape all its own, litering the world and leaving nothing else.
Bosque wouldn't stand for it. He could direct himself now, but he would not be left to a world without color. He would not forget the shades of red he'd seen, not let the glow of strange organics fade into a misremembered memoire of the best times that didn't last. He was going to find the giant and conquer it. He'd tear his head from the creature's stomach is he must, he would not be left wanting.
Bosque stopped in a hover that kept every screeching voice at arms-breadth. And he listened from the noises that faded, or grew or changed.
He remembered the world when he could see, swaying and drifting and lumbering on currents weird and wild. His symphony of cries played staggering notes in all directions whirling all his feeling till he felt he might be sick.
Bosque hovered. And he would hover there for eternity or the reunion of his form from the great furred-climber. One or the other. Whichever came first.
Sorry everyone for the long absense in communication. My work put me on three priority projects this week which resulted in a couple nights not sleeping and as many days as I've been away from this. Shouldn't happen again any time soon, I hope.
Basically, I had Bosque develop echolocation. And a burning desire to get his head back. So he's gonna go all "reveng-y blind samurai!" for a little while and try to track down that possum.
Welcome, Ravager! Posting a new character doesn't wreck the flow for me! I'm always very glad to get a new player.
Unlocked: LSD
Unlocked: Goldfish
Unlocked: luminescence (not bio) Glad to see you! Sent you a PM. I really like how you explained how you see using echolocation- just like a real bat.
@Eltanin: The scent in the wet got stronger as the slime descended, until it bumped into something that felt... rubbery. Whatever this rubbery thing was, once bumped into, it moved, and based on the movement of the water, it went off somewhere else, going to the slime's right and up. Unlike the scaled things it found before, this thing wasn't scaley, and didn't have a single movement as it moved, but one movement from opposite sides of the creature.
@Saarg: The slime felt much better after absorbing the creature, but the slime had not fully healed from it. Its new glands at the base of its extensions felt somewhat umcomfortable as it was something new, but it was not annoying enough to incur distraction; something else did that. Something wet and cold began to gently flow along the slime's surface on one side, tasting something inorganic in it.
@Ravager: The slime felt a hard jostle, it being splashed against the inside of its vial. Another one. The slime felt the vial spinning and falling. Something broke the vial, the slime inside being squeezed by the weight of whatever it was before it rolled off it. Wherever the slime was now, it could already taste a wide assortment of organic and inorganic things, none of them defined. Most of the... area the slime was now in tasted awful, it seemed the only thing that did not taste bad was the surface of the slime that wasn't in contact with anything. Then something that didn't taste bad fell on the slime, something organic [http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgYD7JfXD7M/Tahs4la6wFI/AAAAAAAAABo/nG9c6vdK3O4/s1600/BananaPeel.jpg].
@Havoc: The slime dragged itself along for a good distance when it bumped into something. Organic? Inorganic? The slime wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it was organic? If it was, the taste it got from its outer skin touching the thing suggested something happened to whatever it was [http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/431974961_e8b1b4862e.jpg].
@Bosque: All of a sudden, everything was noise. The slime couldn't tell what was solid and what was not, everything seemed solid, at least it did if the vibrations meant anything- but it didn't feel anything touching it. Nothing touching it except for the inorganic that had been filled with glowy liquid. That was still stuck on its tail. The invisible walls were gone now, but what had created them to begin with?
Ravager felt around to the object on top of it, intruigued. Driven by instinct, it gathered its body at one side, letting the object fall in front of it.
Then, making slight, gentle taps at the soft, limp object, Ravager assessed it's ability to fight back. Finding the organism to be non-responsive, ravager threw it's body forward to cover it, or some of it.
Beginning to digest it, ravager made quick, aggressive surges towards the organism beneath it, taking layers off it one by one, until the whole object was gone. The taste wasn't much to speak for, but Ravager would need this energy to move on, and find more, tastier food. Perhaps living.
Ravager began toppling it's body over itself, back over front, to traverse it's desert environment.
I'm just glad to be here. If there's anything I should add or include in this post, or later posts just let me know.
Sheol, I'm updating you even though you haven't played in like a week. I've gotta do something with the story so it makes sense you'd be inactive this long. Explanation: You absorbed some antifreeze, which animals find to taste good, but it poisons them in a way that they can no longer digest food; it only affects them lethally over time- but since slimes exgaggerate chemicals, it affected you right away.
@Ravager: The surface the slime was travelling over was just an amass of organic and inorganic, disgusting but periodically intriguing. Perhaps there was something within this stuff. The slime fell, into what felt shaped like the vial it came from, but made of something else. There was something... inorganic? Yes, but no... something else in the container [http://liveindia.tv/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/216ibuprofen.jpeg] with it. They were shaped strangely and felt hard.
@Sheol: The slime absorbed some of the tasty fluid, whatever it was, it was simply too attractive to ignore any longer; the slime's hesitation overcome with curiosity. Unfortunately, something in the liquid, or the whole liquid, caused the slime to start to feel strange. It felt like it was hardening, and it could not consume anything more. The slime couldn't eat! It decided to hibernate until the situation was better.
the slime was quick to grab the pile of organic or inorganic material with it's mouth, the slime was ready to fight for any food it could get its jaw on.
Ravager was intruigued by these strange, smooth objects. It slowly let itself touch the round-edged objects, and aware that this was a lot smaller than the previous meal, engulfed them both.
Twitching slightly, ravager digested the unnaturally smooth sustenance, finding them to taste...complicated. Like many things that don't occur together...occuring...together. Strange, but tasty. Ravager then forced it's way out of the container easily, and having gotten an oddly sudden burst of energy, pressed on, faster than before this time, leaping, one quarter-foot at a time with it's muscular rear section.
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