04-11-2017, 10:02 PM
Six Hours Earlier:
Through the odd gate it seemed the entire world simply changed, like a veil rested between whatever this was, and whatever it had just left. The Kyltar was not exactly displeased, the bitter cold was some remnant of a long lost home. It rolled through the snow, its trail slowly being swallowed by fresh powder. It knew not where to go, only that it needed to get away from this gate, in case the gun-wielding man decided to follow after he finished licking his wounds.
Zenith's blob-like form rolled aimlessly through the snow, collecting some of the mass as it went. At first, it melted, adding fresh water, a perfect way to hydrate. Then, as the slime's temperature lowered, it started to cling. Every now and then it would have to stop and shake, lest it become a massive rolling snowball, blinded by the packed powder. The stroll was relaxing. Emotions faded till all that was left was a desire to find a host.
Trudge-rolling along became even easier when the lumpy ground beneath the snow gave way to a near flat plane. Zenith rolled on, gathering and shaking of snow here and there. Had it any more awareness of the dire situation it was in, it might have been more cautious. Crackle... Zenith had just stopped and given a shake to free itself of gathered snow, when the ground fell from beneath it. It sank into the frigid waters beneath the ice.
Self preservation was quick to snap in. Its form reached out to stick to the entrance, keeping it from sinking. It felt the surface of its body become slowly more rigid as it began to freeze. That did not help anything. One heave, it was back to the surface. Two heaves, most of its mass was near one edge of the hole. Three heaves, it was half out of the water. Four heaves, it was entirely back on the ice. Memories formed, inherited from a past host. She watched a lot of survival shows... Like the man on the television, the symbiote flattens itself as much as its rigid form could, to distribute its weight.
It then slowly continued on its wandering path, crackling as its frozen surface fought to keep the water from freezing solid. It needed a warm body - soon.
Through the odd gate it seemed the entire world simply changed, like a veil rested between whatever this was, and whatever it had just left. The Kyltar was not exactly displeased, the bitter cold was some remnant of a long lost home. It rolled through the snow, its trail slowly being swallowed by fresh powder. It knew not where to go, only that it needed to get away from this gate, in case the gun-wielding man decided to follow after he finished licking his wounds.
Zenith's blob-like form rolled aimlessly through the snow, collecting some of the mass as it went. At first, it melted, adding fresh water, a perfect way to hydrate. Then, as the slime's temperature lowered, it started to cling. Every now and then it would have to stop and shake, lest it become a massive rolling snowball, blinded by the packed powder. The stroll was relaxing. Emotions faded till all that was left was a desire to find a host.
Trudge-rolling along became even easier when the lumpy ground beneath the snow gave way to a near flat plane. Zenith rolled on, gathering and shaking of snow here and there. Had it any more awareness of the dire situation it was in, it might have been more cautious. Crackle... Zenith had just stopped and given a shake to free itself of gathered snow, when the ground fell from beneath it. It sank into the frigid waters beneath the ice.
Self preservation was quick to snap in. Its form reached out to stick to the entrance, keeping it from sinking. It felt the surface of its body become slowly more rigid as it began to freeze. That did not help anything. One heave, it was back to the surface. Two heaves, most of its mass was near one edge of the hole. Three heaves, it was half out of the water. Four heaves, it was entirely back on the ice. Memories formed, inherited from a past host. She watched a lot of survival shows... Like the man on the television, the symbiote flattens itself as much as its rigid form could, to distribute its weight.
It then slowly continued on its wandering path, crackling as its frozen surface fought to keep the water from freezing solid. It needed a warm body - soon.