Bearclaw Valley chthonic

awareness dawned upon the unchild in fleeting daybreak snatches and moonbright threads of clarity. instinct reigned, yet a deeper cognizance stirred beneath; torpid, languid as if waking from a deep slumber. the demon within roused ever so slowly, grumbling, yearning for the vessel to match its fanged soul. yet asperas, for all her umbral hellfire and all her astral gloam, was still merely a child. composed for now of needling claws and soft salmon maw, she knew little of the world she'd been thrust into, and less of the ways of the dominance and destruction that would define her adult life.

that did not mean that she was not learning, however.

the unchild pieced her first lesson together swiftly, finding herself frequently disturbed by a wriggling warmth distinctly separate from what she'd come to regard as The Feeding Wall. within days, asperas had identified this being as competition. like a shark in utero, she met the perceived feud with brutality; as much as a neonate was truly capable of, at least. feeding time became a battleground, a frenzy of fierce kicks and doughy toothless chomps — a full-on assault launched by a child born without capacity for notions such as generosity or cooperation. today asperas had been particularly unrelenting, violence incarnate in name and in deed. eating greedily, the girl angled herself for another vicious kick of the limbs in response to the vague feel of foreign fur brushed against her own, void of any feeling save her instinctual drive to dominate.

dated for 06/04/2021
brief newborn thread for @Apophis if you're up for it. open to @Merrick & @Astara as well, of course. no pressure to respond; i'll archive after a week if no one joins.