Prologue (2)

"Arise..." a haunting voice whispered from the depths of the abyss.

In the darkness, a pair of starlike orange eyes awakened, glowing with an otherworldly intensity.

They pierced through the veil of blackness, casting an eerie glow that danced and flickered like flames.

As the eyes stared out into the abyss, their vibrant orange hue revealed a sense of mystery and power.

They seemed to hold secrets untold, ancient wisdom locked away in their depths. Like beacons in the night, they called out to the curious, beckoning them to explore the unknown.

The creature contemplated its existence, a question echoed in its mind: (Where am I?)

In the midst of this introspection, another query emerged: (Who am I?)

And finally, an existential pondering materialized: (What am I?)

Abruptly, a voice whispered from the depths of the abyss, urging the creature to indulge its primal instincts: "Just eat." The words reverberated through its consciousness like a haunting melody, compelling it to satiate its hunger.

A rumble resonated from the creature's belly, a testament to its insatiable appetite.

The call to consume intertwined with its newfound existence, sparking an urgency that demanded satisfaction.

(Hungry)

The creature, consumed by its instinctual drive, started to move with an unwavering determination. It heeded the call of its ravenous appetite, pushing forward through the darkness.

A resounding thud reverberated through this obscure realm, a sound that echoed its momentous footsteps.

But as the creature moved, it stumbled and fell. Confusion enveloped its thoughts, questioning its ability to walk.

(Can't- Move) the creature pondered, a mix of frustration and uncertainty clouding its mind.

As time elapsed, the creature persevered in its efforts to walk. It stumbled and tumbled repeatedly, enduring a cascade of falls before finally finding its footing.

Through these repeated struggles, the creature came to a profound realization—it possessed a tail and four legs.

These newfound appendages served as steadfast foundations, offering stability and balance.

With each determined step, the creature utilized its tail and legs, finding harmony in their coordinated movements. Wobbling unsteadily, yet driven by the tantalizing scent of sustenance, the creature propelled itself forward.

It navigated the dim expanse, fuelled by a resolute hunger that refused to be quelled.

With each wobbly stride, the creature grew more adept, finding its rhythm and gaining confidence in its newfound mobility.

(Food, Eat, Hungry)

As the creature pressed onward through the darkness, the rough texture of stone floors grazed against its sharp claws.

It continued its blind journey, moving forward in an unwavering straight line, guided solely by its instincts and hunger.

Amidst the abyss, a flicker of dim light caught the creature's attention. It beckoned like a distant beacon, promising the possibility of nourishment.

With a renewed sense of urgency, the creature hastened its pace, drawn toward the faint glow.

As it drew closer, the dim light transformed into a soft illumination, casting gentle shadows upon the surroundings. Shapes and forms began to emerge, slowly revealing a scene previously hidden in the darkness.

A carcass lay before the creature's eyes, an offering of sustenance to satiate its insatiable hunger.

The creature's star like orange eyes locked onto the tantalizing sight, a primal excitement coursing through its veins.

The scent of food wafted through the air, intensifying its cravings. The allure was undeniable.

Driven by its voracious appetite, the creature approached the feast, its wobbling gait becoming more purposeful.

It prepared to indulge, its hunger reaching a crescendo that demanded immediate satisfaction.

As the creature surged forward, propelled by an insatiable hunger, it approached the colossal carcass.

However, in its haste, it suddenly found itself plunging into water. The sensation of wetness enveloped its being, triggering an instinctual panic that surged through its veins.

In a state of frantic desperation, the creature flailed and thrashed, desperately seeking a lifeline amidst the watery abyss.

Its orange eyes darted in every direction, scanning the surroundings for something to grasp onto, to save itself from the depths.

Fortune smiled upon the creature as its flailing limbs fortuitously found purchase on a protruding piece of the carcass.

With a burst of strength and determination, it hauled itself out of the water, gasping for air and shaking off the fear that had gripped its heart.

As it regained its composure, the creature took a moment to assess its surroundings.

The feast, though temporarily forgotten in the chaos, still beckoned from a short distance away.

The scent of food mingled with the lingering panic, fueling its hunger once again.

With renewed caution, the creature steadied itself and resumed its pursuit. It approached the giant carcass, this time more wary of the perils that lay in its path.

Hunger remained its driving force, but it had learned the importance of caution and adaptability in this unforgiving world.

Shaking its body to dispel the remnants of water, the creature felt a surge of energy coursing through its being.

In a moment of instinctual expression, a low growl rumbled from within, emanating from a source unknown.

This unexpected vocalization surprised the creature, for it had yet to open its mouth and hear the sound of its own voice.

Curiosity now piqued, the creature cautiously parted its jaws, anticipating another growl to escape.

To its amazement, a resonant vibration emanated from its throat, carrying the weight of its primal presence.

The sound reverberated through the air, revealing a newfound ability to communicate and express its innermost desires.

Embodied in the growl was a declaration of dominance, a proclamation of hunger that echoed through the dimly lit surroundings.

It was a potent reminder to all who heard it that the creature's determination knew no bounds.

Empowered by this discovery, the creature embraced its own voice, a conduit for its emotions and intentions.

It reveled in the sheer potential held within its vocal cords, realizing that sound could be both a weapon and a tool of communication.

With its growl lingering in the air, the creature pressed on, driven by its insatiable appetite and emboldened by the newfound power of its voice.

It had come to understand that not only could it navigate this mysterious world, but it could also make its presence known, announcing its arrival with a resounding growl that commanded attention.

Walking across what appeared to be a massive tail, the creature sensed the yielding flesh squishing beneath its sharp claws and the weight of its feet.

Undeterred by the unusual surface, it pressed onward, drawn closer to an even grander feast. As it approached, the tantalizing scent of the fresh carcass enveloped its senses, intensifying its voracious hunger.

With a primal instinct overtaking it, the creature wasted no time. It lunged at the larger meal, its jaws clamping down on the succulent flesh, tearing into it with ravenous fervor.

Ferocity and hunger intertwined as the creature ripped and gnashed, relishing the taste of its long-awaited sustenance.

Under the dim moonlight that cast eerie shadows upon the scene, the creature consumed the carcass with an insatiable appetite.

The sounds of tearing flesh and crunching bones filled the air, a symphony of savagery and satisfaction.

Its orange eyes glowed with an ethereal intensity, a reflection of the primal energy emanating from within.

Each bite was met with a satisfying crunch, each tearing of flesh with an almost primal satisfaction.

The creature reveled in its role as the hunter, its instincts taking control as it indulged in the sustenance that would fuel its continued existence.

In this moonlit feast, the creature's hunger was momentarily appeased, the carcass gradually diminishing under its relentless assault.

The air was filled with the scent of blood and the sounds of tearing flesh, as the creature embraced its primal nature, driven solely by the need to satiate its insatiable appetite.

As the creature savored its meal, relishing the sensation of flesh sliding down its throat, an unexpected event transpired.

A profound shift occurred within its being, as if a dormant memory had been unlocked.

With this awakening, the creature felt its throat mold and transform, no longer producing mere animalistic sounds. Instead, it found itself capable of speech.

Under the shimmering moonlight, the creature's voice resounded, breaking the silence of the night.

It posed a question to the unknown depths of its existence, a question that reverberated through its being.

"What am I?"

In response, a voice seemed to emerge from the depths of its consciousness, resonating with an enigmatic tone.

It declared, "You are Morel."

"An Abysmal Tyrant"

"A lost cause."