1b – Unborn
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“Mom?”

A small pink snake smiled in greeting a stoic statue that reached for her with its arms. The statue is a lamia, lower body snake, upper body human but fully covered in scales. Approaching the little snake it’s rough stone scales give way to fur, and the little one jumps into its arms for warmth.

“There, there.”

Answered the statue, and with the melody of a nursing song, but no words, she calms the little one. A cute baby of a snake, her tail wounded and split into two, snuggles closer to her warm mother. She keeps her eyes closed and brushes her head against the fur, the tickling is like her mother saying pain, pain go away.

“Everyone is here!”

More small snakes and lamia statues come smiling towards her. Most of them become furred and the mother statue relaxes her hug, allowing the others to hug and tickle the little one. Though their fur is thick, some keep their distance for now. Others remain in stone form, their muscles and scars showing through the carved scales.

“It’s been so long since everyone’s been together! I’m so happy!”

And happy she put her tongue out and squeaked with every pat from her friend statues, until she recoiled and trembled in her mother's arms. Two apes lumbered towards her, not the kind ones who shared their fruits in the myths, but the devils they appease with sacrifices so they won't grab them by the head and throw them away from their home, in her case, if she misbehaved.

She had never seen them, but she had touched the statues and she could feel it, it’s them. Her little head shook up and down twice per second, the poor thing so scared her eyes swan around, her mind stuck to the mean face of the four armed ape, slowly reaching for her with both lower arms to throw her away.

“I’ve been good! I swear! Haven’t i been good mom? Tell him!”

The motherly statue was smiling while her fur fell in clumps. Her face beamed with love through the crystal tears that flowed, froze, fell and rolled on the ground. She wrapped herself around one of the arms that held her, begging with her lowered gaze and unfocused eyes.

“I’ll be good i prom-”

Sounds of metal clanging against each other scared her out of contact with her stone cold mother, the ape was hitting both his upper arms against each other as if trying to catch an insect. Then the other ape also tried the same thing, and the little one was very happy for a moment, thinking they might not be after her after all. Relief spread in her as the statue holding her started nursing her again, with melodies she heard all the time. Then the arms that approached her grew bigger and a net spread from them, and to her horror her own mother laid her to be trapped in the net.

The nursing melody did not stop, the same hymn following her into her jail. She cried, afraid and hurt, what did she do? But, just like the statues, the net did not grow fur but hugged her with light and she felt it’s warmth. Wrapped like a cocoon, soon it was the net nursing her to sleep as her mother waved her bye.

In her sleep a roar sounded so close her tail trembled but she did not wake up, in her tongue was the strong smell of tree sap and a shadow stole some of her warmth by flowing like mercury from her eyes and falling heavy into the ground. On the metal pool three digits grew in size and power, marking the presence of a devourer. The sap went rotten, attracting something it could eat. And the roar, the roar kept resounding like a gong, overlapping its hunger with its ambition. She shook in her cocoon, but was not ready to be born yet.

 

So, last thursday my unconscious hit me up to let me know that snek girl is a protagonist e.e. I also have been having trouble with how much abstraction i should let creep into the narration, but with this the problem is solved! I will be leaving the most idea-like things rather than story details into her dreams while the story itself as narrated by conciousness MC becomes more concrete. (Though he will still attempt prose from time to time and the body mc still makes poems) This means an extra weird chapter every two weeks or so. Also, no real chapter this week, i was really involved into thinking through some stuff and did not write but the story did progress in my mind sorry~ teehee.

If it helps, i figured out what i want to do with her, i will go with a variant of the king archetype i came up with some time ago playing with words. It's the last paragraph and I'm unsure how open i should be about this buuut do look forward for her pet tyranosaur! Btw i never mentioned snek girl being orphan did i e.e??? i felt like i did and went looking for it to edit but couldnt find, i really need to get better organized

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