Chapter 2: A Monstrous Morning

Alisa awoke slowly, snuggling in close to the warmth that was packed tightly around her. Not a speck of light reached her within her temporary nest; she'd done a good job establishing it. After luxuriating as long as she could justify, she began to turn. Slowly sinking her claws into the soft flesh of her kill and pulling herself in a circle, letting her bony protrusions carve away at it as she spun. Soon her tightly packed nest of juicy fats and muscles was reduced to a slurry of gore, and she allowed herself to settle down once more. 

 

Light was peeking in through the hole she'd made while burrowing in now that she'd shredded the covering and it made her want to pout. Why couldn't she have become nocturnal? She'd hated the sun even when she was human!

 

With a huff that caused the slurry to bubble slightly, she got the last of her limbs settled beneath the liquid and began the delightful process of incorporating it. She shivered with delight as skin and fat and muscle and organs began to melt away until she couldn’t shiver anymore, all of it barely holding together with some ephemeral concept of what they once were as the still warm slurry did its best to disrupt it. She let it go. She let every drop of the slurry become a part of her, and she indulged in the feeling of oneness, of being little more than the liquid slurry she had produced. She felt it passing through her, and over her, and with her, and as her, then piece by piece she began to solidify once more. 

 

It started with the tip of her tail today, filling in the blade of bone and connected plates, reconnecting them to her mind in a way she wasn't sure she was supposed to feel. Next were her toes, filling in her claw caps and connecting them to the plates that covered the top of her foot and the spikes that had grown from her heels into a pair of pseudo-toes. Her mind unfocused for a moment as her face reformed, making sure the hundreds of semi-mobile teeth were all positioned just right and that none of the finicky jawbone had gotten misplaced. She entwined her tongues then flexed them against one another in an approximation of a stretch. It seemed her eyes and ears weren't ready yet.

 

Her legs continued up, connecting foot to lower leg, lower leg to the complex system of plates that had replaced her knees, pseudo-knee to mid leg, mid leg to second pseudo-knee, then finally up to her upper leg, then hips. She shifted her hips slightly; they were wider than usual - she supposed it was just a hippy type of day. Shifting her thighs as the bone plates finished merging with the newly reformed flesh she gurgled to herself. Yes, it seemed it was a curvy day all around. Maybe it was just that time of the month. The time of curves.

 

With something to connect to her tail finished its development, hanging heavy from her lower back. It was as thick as her torso for most of its length, and the majority of that was muscle. It was a deadly weapon… and very cozy to curl up with. At least if you could avoid the bone barbs.

 

She could feel her hearts begin beating in the space that would become her chest, wriggling in delight at the feeling of her organs squirming into existence. They wrapped themselves around bones and positioned themselves against protective plates as pouches and coatings formed, woven by the biological imperative she had imbued the slurry in their joining.

 

She didn't really get how it worked, but at least when it came to her organs it felt like dozens of little fingers carefully piecing her together from the smallest components imaginable. She liked to imagine that was the case: that some mysterious specter was putting her back together with care and dedication each morning.

 

She'd been so enraptured in the sensation that she'd missed the formation of the first two segments of her arms. Not a big loss. It was nice, but the organs were the reason to wake up in the morning. 

 

She felt her muscles twitch as the first of her six arms formed a direct connection to her brain. She made a mental note. Left two. For some reason her left side tended to connect faster, and her bottom two arms on either side. The things you notice when waiting for your body to reform every morning.

 

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The third segment of each arm finally finished, and it was on to the hands! They were beginning with thumbs today, which was another thing to note, but she hadn't quite found any patterns there yet. Thumb, third finger, fifth finger, second thumb, second finger, fourth finger: an odd pattern that she was definitely not keeping track of. Just keeping track of which came first was a bit much some days.

 

As her eyes and ears finally settled in she wiggled the extrasensory spikes on her back and head, confirming they were all hooked up before finally rising from the now dull and watery slurry. She checked her chest and pouted at the continued flatness. It was supposed to be the time of curves!

 

Putting the frustration at the fact her bone chestplate concealed any breasts she may or may not have to the side she spun slowly in her little cavity for a moment. Twitching her spikes until she finally picked a direction, opened her mouth, and took a big bite out of the wall of meat. Unfortunately, without her body maintaining it the meat had gone cold and firm, but that didn't mean it was bad. She'd inflicted lots of trauma so the meat was full of popped blood vessels and her modified tongues delighted in the flavors. No need for complex seasonings here!

 

She wiggled her teeth as she dug her way into the meat, burrowing through the muscle and crunching through bone with gusto. She loved it. She'd been doing it for months now and she still loved every second of it. She pulled a piece of bone out of the hole she was making and crunched through it with exaggerated bites. 

 

She took a moment to savor the sensation before fixing her gaze on the real prize: the creature's heart. She grinned wide as she saw it still pulling softly, the magic at its core still trying to animate the beast. She lunged forward, her limbs twisting to allow her to fit back into the hole that was little bigger than her head. Her teeth met warm heart flesh and the fresh blood that flowed over her tongues had her writhing in delight.

 

More. More more more MORE! She tore into it without restraint, her teeth tearing in all of their own accord as her tongues twisted to pull the severed flesh into her mouth. Her eyes were closed, useless wastes of space that they were. She finally got her first pair of arms through and the feast truly began.

 

More and more heart was consumed, a mass that exceeded her own, and still more than twice that remained. She was bathed in blood and wouldn't have it any other way! Bite. Bite. BITE! Each bite more eager than the last as her mind dulled before the overwhelming weight of mana and instinct.

 

Finally her near-mindless body found the source of the beast's mana: a core no bigger than her fist. A speck compared the eight foot tall heart let alone the seven story tall beast. Compared to the crumbs she'd been scrounging from inferior prey? This was a bounty worthy of the effort it took to kill the thing.

 

She pulled the softly glowing sac of pure mana free with a care bestowed by what remained of her human mind. She couldn’t waste a drop. She tilted her head back and lifted it into her open mouth. Carefully, oh so carefully she let one of her tongues pierce the sac, allowing the pure mana to flood her body while she discarded the toxic flesh that had contained it.

 

Her duty done, she let herself rest, handing over control to her instincts once more... When she finally came back to herself she was in a cavern of flesh and bone, her body having excavated and eaten all the organs in the torso while she was asleep. She was kind of disappointed… she liked organs too…

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