[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Se4Pc57.png[/img][/center] Li'Kalla had not lied to Kirron. The belly of the Beast was not digesting anything. It was merely a warm, dark, enclosed bath with water lapping at the rough walls of the stomach lining. It was putrid, to be sure, and had Kirron needed to see or breathe, he would have plenty of reason to struggle. Though, for now he relaxed, closed his eyes, and reached out with his senses for any errant traces of that partial soul Li'Kalla was missing. Somehow, the lack of any need to use his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, or touch only helped him take in every last detail. And yet, even within the frame of the Beast's body, Kirron had trouble finding much more than he perceived from the outside. Let alone anything he was looking for. He asked himself silently what this beastly part was. How could it have come to be except by Li'Kalla's own actions? And what actions would have annihilated -- or at the very least, stolen away -- the rest of her? The beast was a creature of anger and determination. Hunger. To mention ambition might have had a shred of truth if it had the smarts to be capable of it. Yet it had a common sense, else Kirron's friendly advances would have simply been repaid with an attack. It only attacked threats? Maybe that was it. Such were Kirron's continuing thoughts, out from between the short break to speak with the selka chieftain, Anhaf. The blood god's search for the soul pieces resumed to double-check any niches and corners of Li's psyche he might have missed. Perhaps Anhaf would pray again, crying that his plan did not work. Kirron hoped Anhaf would not shriek incoherently in pain towards him if he simply was not strong enough. He imagined the high pitch would put a damper on his focus. Even the thought of it make him scowl. He could not get it out of his head. It persisted for such a time that his finger twitched involuntarily. [colour=Red][b]"Eh?"[/b][/colour] Kirron did not remember having trouble clearing his head or keeping his fingers still. He reached around to hold his twitching hand only to feel something bony and scaly wrapped around it. The speculative shriek sounded weakly again, only to bubble and gurgle. It was not in his head at all. [colour=Red][b]"Oh...Didn't think Anhaf would sound like that anyway,"[/b][/colour] he thought out loud, pulling his hand up closer to his head and dragging whatever was holding it up onto his chest. The shape was easy for a god to perceive. [colour=Red][b]"A baby of those beasts Li was fighting, huh?"[/b][/colour] Kirron asked the suffocating whelp. [colour=Red][b]"Aw, she must have eaten you right up. Hey, Li! Don't go eating babies! That's just mean spirited!"[/b][/colour] He swung the side of his fist onto the wall of the Beast's stomach to chastise her. He made sure not to hit too hard, lest he induce a regurgitation too early. The advice came too late, however, as Kirron felt the limp bodies of the whelp's siblings, drowned and prodding up against his sides. He frowned. But it was not too late for the one biting his finger. Kirron ran his other hand down the dragon whelp's spine, and with it enriched the creature's blood. [colour=Red][b]"There-there, little guy. Stay with me and I'll give you a second chance. The least I can do for not paying attention earlier, huh? I'll call you...Stixis"[/b][/colour] The shivering whelp flattened itself against Kirron's front, no longer feeling the reflex of asphyxiation. The god of blood pondered, as he resumed the soul search, the ways he could make use of a little creature like the one in his arms. He let a little leak of his blood seep from his bitten finger, and the hungry whelp swallowed drip after drip. [hider=Sensory Deprivation] Kirron chills in the Beast's stomach, looking for soul shards and having no luck. He has to take his time because it's not his forte. He thinks about how the Beast might have come to be. He answers Anhaf's prayers and chuckles that now Kalmar is going to get loads of inane prayers now. Without Kirron noticing, the Beast ends up eating the dragon hatchlings from the previous post. They're all drowned in the stomach around Kirron except for one that is desperately mewling and biting Kirron's finger. "Oops," he says, pretty much, and then keeps the sole survivor alive, feeding it a little bit of god blood so it'll grow up big and strong. He calls the baby dragon [i]Stixis.[/i] [/hider] [hider=Might Summary] [i]Before:[/i] Kirron - Blood, Strength - 10 MP - 12 FP -2 FP to create the dragon Stixis, a beast of phenomenal power. (Exact Powers TBA, but likely a physically strong dragon at the very least). [i]After:[/i] Kirron - Blood, Strength - 10 MP - 10 FP [/hider]