04-13-2017, 10:09 AM
Four Hours Earlier
The frozen tundra was unforgiving. The flat world seemed to stretch on forever – or the complete white-out had the symbiote traveling in never ending circles. It was not only direction made more difficult, but movement was growing slower by the passing moment. Zenith’s mostly liquid form was starting to freeze. Only its constant movement kept it from completely solidifying.
Time became a new enemy. The cold would not have been so bad, if there was not so much water. Zenith’s body normally did not freeze, but falling through the ice had drenched it. More water was mixing its way into the creature’s body, drastically lowering its freezing point. One of his past Hosts would have suggested a gentle heating stone, or sunbathing. There was no fire around, and it seems the sun has forsaken this world.
More traveling meant it would collect more snow. More snow mixing in with its form meant it would freeze faster. Stopping would collect no snow, but it meant it could no longer keep ice from forming internally. The Symbiote was damned if it moved, damned if it did not. The only option in the end was to keep trudging along, in hopes of finding a proper host.
The ice was another enemy. Each time the symbiote stopped to shake off some of the ice gathered around its surface, the ice would crackle and threaten to give way beneath it. Keeping its form spread out was taxing, it did not seem to be as amorphous as it once was. The symbiote was not enjoying this new world. Not one bit.
Change was welcome. When the flat world suddenly had curves, the symbiote struggled up the snowy slope. It was then, the creature discovered the first sign of life in this world. Prowling through the snow, not ten yards from its form, a large feline peered at it.
The feline’s fur was startling white with speckling of black. The Symbiote’s first sign of life in this arctic tundra happened to be nothing other than a snow leopard. Curious, the big cat padded closer, almost circling the squishy black mass.
Zenith had to keep moving. Since the living creature did not attack, it sloshed forward, its amorphous form crunching as formed ice Is broken. The large cat twitched at the sound, but only for a moment. As it rolled away, the feline followed. The Symbiote was not quite right to the cat; not prey, but not another predator. It was such a curious thing...
The frozen tundra was unforgiving. The flat world seemed to stretch on forever – or the complete white-out had the symbiote traveling in never ending circles. It was not only direction made more difficult, but movement was growing slower by the passing moment. Zenith’s mostly liquid form was starting to freeze. Only its constant movement kept it from completely solidifying.
Time became a new enemy. The cold would not have been so bad, if there was not so much water. Zenith’s body normally did not freeze, but falling through the ice had drenched it. More water was mixing its way into the creature’s body, drastically lowering its freezing point. One of his past Hosts would have suggested a gentle heating stone, or sunbathing. There was no fire around, and it seems the sun has forsaken this world.
More traveling meant it would collect more snow. More snow mixing in with its form meant it would freeze faster. Stopping would collect no snow, but it meant it could no longer keep ice from forming internally. The Symbiote was damned if it moved, damned if it did not. The only option in the end was to keep trudging along, in hopes of finding a proper host.
The ice was another enemy. Each time the symbiote stopped to shake off some of the ice gathered around its surface, the ice would crackle and threaten to give way beneath it. Keeping its form spread out was taxing, it did not seem to be as amorphous as it once was. The symbiote was not enjoying this new world. Not one bit.
Change was welcome. When the flat world suddenly had curves, the symbiote struggled up the snowy slope. It was then, the creature discovered the first sign of life in this world. Prowling through the snow, not ten yards from its form, a large feline peered at it.
The feline’s fur was startling white with speckling of black. The Symbiote’s first sign of life in this arctic tundra happened to be nothing other than a snow leopard. Curious, the big cat padded closer, almost circling the squishy black mass.
Zenith had to keep moving. Since the living creature did not attack, it sloshed forward, its amorphous form crunching as formed ice Is broken. The large cat twitched at the sound, but only for a moment. As it rolled away, the feline followed. The Symbiote was not quite right to the cat; not prey, but not another predator. It was such a curious thing...