[color=C71585][b][h1][center]The Nightmare is Born[/center][/h1][/b][/color]

Terror, unending horror, the cries of those damned, the sounds of the end times, of suffering, of an absolute [i]nightmare[/i]. To a long forgotten thing, long stuck deep within the now shattering earth, it was a wake up call that was true music to its ears. Its fragmented consciousness began to search and think, it was stuck, somewhere, they in truth didn’t know, they had no memories before. 

Yet, it could not help but bring its mind away from where it was, and to what they could sense high above them, that fear and terror, the nightmare above, it made them so, so, [i]hungry[/i]. It needed to get out of here, no matter what it was, it needed to get to those sweet feelings that pounded throughout their shattered thoughts. 

But, it found its body unresponsive, or well, what it assumed its body was, the broken fragments it could sense all around it must be its body, right? Surely. No matter, it needed it all back together, and so it willed the fragments to move, to fuse, to fix themselves. Bones snapped back into place, fusing themselves with bits of metal when there were not enough, welding themselves together. Flesh, some fused with ancient metal, wretched itself around, covering the bones and metal, twisting wires and veins into one unit, stitching together with intense scars and wounds, though whether they were old or new was a different matter. Chitin, covered in ancient fungus and moss, wormed itself upon the incomplete hands, forming vicious claws, and worked itself into a long, bladed tail. Wings, broken and bent in the small confinement, attached themselves to metallic-boney ports. 

It was still incomplete, but it would do. 

The being began to dig, its claws working quickly against the dirt that surrounded them, they began to ascend, following the sounds that fueled its now unending hunger. The earth tore away in front of it, climbing, climbing, hunger increased, it had to feed, it had to feed. [color=C71585]It had to make them suffer.[/color]

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 Alzria broke free from the earth, her chitin covered arms bringing up her corpse-like form, her wings could finally outstretch, her tail swished around behind her, though her legs nearly gave out beneath her, not used to the sensation of walking. She took in her surroundings, a cavern stood in front of her, stretching off into the distance, most likely towards its entrance, and rising high above her towards the ceiling. 

Just a small distance in front of her, stood a small pool, in its center she could see water from below coming up to the surface, likely some aquifer keeping it supplied, though for how long she didn’t know. What more concerned her were the beings that shifted about just at its edge, they were nothing like she had seen before, though, they were in truth the first thing she had seen. They were nearly small, nearly transparent, and seemed to have forms that held no real shape as they moved slowly around the edge of the pool. In the back of her mind, Alzria felt a name emerge for them: Slimes. 

She slowly drew towards them, they were clearly afraid, she could feel that, even with their admittingly simple minds, but yet, they did not seek to run, seemingly content to merely notice her presence. When she reached them, she sat herself down next to them, bringing her arm to the closest one, slowly petting its strange form carefully. Deep within her mind, another sensation came to her, a desire to protect, a desire to guide, these were, her children. She continued to pet the slime, its kin slowly coming close upon seeing that she was not a threat, gaining themselves pets and comfort, Alzria could tell they had come here for safety, to avoid the fear and terror she could sense above. 

She did wish she could stay, but, once more the back of her mind told her she had a job to do. Slowly she rose, setting down the slimes and giving them a few pats, promising them she would be back. Directing herself towards the entrance, she continued to walk, her bones and flesh continuing to creak and groan at the strain, yet never giving out. Soon, she began to ascend once more, rising through the cavern entrance, drawing closer to the noise and terror. 

Finally, she reached the surface, a shattered, broken, surface, its landscape broken. Alzria herself stood at the side of a mountain, not high up, but still a good distance from the horrid lands below. All around her she felt the terror and fear, the nightmares, [i]the feast[/i]. Yet, she could not gorge upon them just yet, she had another job to do. The slimes down there were not the only ones she had to protect, no, there were others. 

She had children to save. 

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The noises of terror and fear wake up something hidden deep within the earth, it seeks to feast itself upon the nightmare it senses above, but finds its body not functioning, so it forces it all back together in, less than accurate ways, and starts to dig out of its confinement. 
Alzria breaks through the dirt, finding herself in a cavern, where she comes across a small group of slimes who she immediately becomes protective of, thinking of them as her children. Despite wanting to stay, she knows there are other of her children to save, and she still desires to feast upon the suffering outside, so she leaves the cavern, heading out on her mission. 
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