kugawing’s pile of art realm

[fulzanin]

Kaniktu eyed Anubis as he took a knee. She plopped into a sit, neatly wrapping her tail and wings around herself. “There once was a little hatchling that had come into the world from an egg. She hatched with two eggs next to hers, but she was the first. There was no warmth and no care, and the little hatchling wound up cracking the other eggs open and ate what was inside of them after days upon days of mewling for food and care to no avail. She had no sense of right and wrong, having just come into the world, and thought nothing more of it than something to be done to survive.

“The little hatchling had two parents. Both were nice and kind to her. They picked her up from the dirty floor not long after. The parents cleaned her, and set to work raising her as all parents did, whether it be for worse or better. They did their best to shelter the little hatchling from their vicious peers. The parents taught their one child how to read and write and create and destroy as all their kind did. They treated her well, and the little hatchling loved her parents dearly, and they reciprocated.

“As the hatchling grew older, her parents and herself was sent to a separate home, an older facility. She experienced the cutthroat behavior of the rest of her kind for the first time. They put her into the dirt, and her parents were there to pick her up, wipe the tears from her face, and get her on her feet again.” She paused, just to make sure that Anubis was still following. She was speaking oddly, in a theatrical way. Kaniktu was not the villain to spill out her plans until they happened- all the more formidable that had made her.

“The little hatchling was quick to learn, quick to adapt, and quick to strive for doing whatever she could to make things better for herself. The parents tried to protect their hatchling, but it wound up with poison being slipped into their food. A slow poison, the poison that kills when the target sleeps. Or, at least, the hatchling thought so.” Her tone grew a bit more cold here, a paw reaching to gently scratch underneath her visor. She winced, maybe from the wounds on her face? Hard to tell with the visor on.

“The little hatchling tried to save them, and she couldn’t. She turned them into a puddle of water on the floor. They said they loved her, and then they left her. The little hatchling grew up, pushed her face into the dirt, and now there was no one there to pick herself up, wipe her tears, and put her onto her feet.

“The little girl’s attempts to save her parents caught the attention of the ones who deemed themselves the best of the best. They had earned a rank in the world by soaking their talons with the blood of their peers and their family. They told her that she would make them creatures, or they’d take her claws and her mind for their own. So she was assigned to work, and with her face still wet from tears, has to recreate what had failed to save her parents.” Another pause, her rocking back on her feet, likely thinking ahead in the story she was telling.

Kaniktu’s gaze quickly turned to look at Anubis when he moved. Her demeanor was relaxed, but her sharp movements to look at him certainly showed that she was not allotting the room for surprise attacks. “The best did not let anyone of the death world work alone, for they feared insubordination. They did not want someone more deadly and mode cruel to do them in, as they had to countless others. So, the little girl had to be given a partner. Her assigned partner was rude, mean, and snappy. He had a fire to be the best as well, and that the little girl was nothing more than a stepping stool to be used to further his own gains. The little girl decided that she would not let herself be bested by someone such as him. She met his brother, who was younger than her, and they sabotaged him severely and cost her partner his life with an explosion that leveled the hallway. The brother was her new partner, when the commotion settled, and they got along well. He held her paws to keep her head from the dirt, and used his paws to wipe his tears, and his wings to lift her onto her feet. They worked to fix what had gone wrong with saving her parents, and only had complications when they needed someone to test it on.” Her tone was growing sharper now, a little more guarded. Her horned head turned to survey the crowd of creatures, spiky tail scraping at the ground behind her.