Re: [NSFW] A Pact of Monsters II [Garden of Monsters Civ/Rp/Council game]
[!] STARTER PACK
It is the first time.
The scholar breaks free of its confines; the mind developed within all those long minutes within the mother's teaching embrace sets to analyzing its world.
It is stark and alone for the first time.
An inhuman curiosity burns within it as the mind of an intellectual grasps the strange new world as built up by generations upon generations of its brethren. It stumbles out into a harsh and unforgiving world, unequipped for immediate conflict... ill prepared for the brutality of its kin.
A flash of teeth were the first sight it ever saw as it stumbled from the assembly pod of it's gestation, mind slowed so very much from what once it had enjoyed within the womb of the mother. Seconds passed as pico-seconds had before, such huge gaps in it's perception of time leaving it disoriented... and it was not made for the fight.
Pain was the second input of sensory data from which it would learn. The sensation of warning going critical as every part screamed with reports of hard sharpness sinking deep into the bio-metal structure of its body. A short learning as its plans to prepare itself came to naught before the angry onslaught of an opportunistic hunter, the grand teeth sinking into its bio-metal flesh... leaving the flashing essence of mortality to rummage across its scattered mind.
Blood is the price which the scholar pays; the leak of transfer-fluids leaving its body weakened by the passing passage of enormous seconds... too fast to work its planned defensive capabilities. Only barely though sensations of damage was it able to glimpse its predator, huge and serpentine, it swam though the air on thousands of feathered wings, slipping upward into the sky.
Only barely did it glance that the predator was itself to become prey.
Metallic and feliform with a slight Hivayi-form bent, the shape came rushing down from the nearby seeders which littered the area about the Mother's gestation release.
A primal scream echoed about the trees.
A rush to the ground as the scholar fell from slack jacks to the unyielding earth.
A flash of savage combat as the Serpentine vorid did battle with its inadvertent savior.
Minutes passed like hours as the Scholar ran basic repairs upon its damaged flesh, broken body parts barely responding to its desires as it pressed them into service to rise up from the ground. The last struggling cries of it's would be predator strangling though the air, leaving it to clench in need to flee and preserve itself despite the boundless curiosity which the very Ideal which it had developed imposed upon it.
It tried to move, a noisy affair.
Unwanted attention from its murderous savior garnered, the beast loomed large above it as if deciding where to strike.
But many more, long minutes later... the scholar yet lived.
The predator had not taken it apart for its bio-metal; instead turning away from it to render down its prey in peace.
Curiosity slowly over came all else as the realization of its eminent continuation was at hand, leaving the scholar to examine once more its deadly savior as it worked in its task.
Sometime later it would learn that the hunter had no interest in prey which it did not hunt itself from its peak. That the feliform beast which hunched over its fallen prey, to render down as much as it could easily carry had not considered the prone victim worth much though.
But the drifting nanite-spores which the Scholar extruded slowly infected the atmosphere. And given the moment without the rush of combat processors running at full capacity its savior would find itself susceptible to the Scholar's advances as it tried to establish a baseline of communication protocols.
This was the first overture from which the Pact would be formed.
The hunter and the scholar would work out between each other an arrangement of mutual benefit... it's 'Assembly' spell proving frighteningly useful as the bio-metal of the prey item would not go wasted, instead what was left after the Scholar's repairs would be held in a virtual space ready for reconstruction.
A mobile larder.
The dominator would join them after, a hunt gone strange as it and the Hunter faced off, leaving the scholar to calm them both and point out the benefits of mutual association as it shared communication protocols not long minted.
The next to join would be the crawling Seeder, it's body laden with fruit of bio-metal as it spawned lesser Vorid to defend itself. The dominator's gaze would counter its directives turning it's creations against it... and yet again the scholar would admit, siting the ability to literally grow new bio-metal as being beyond useful for the group.
The Failure drifts in; strangely unable to be beaten, strangely unable to win. Its joining bringing the Victorious Changer to its knees; victory prostrating before defeat.
Twin shadows next would find their mark within the growing clan of strange and misfit Vorid... an old shadow and a young imperious beast, it's Hivay- form body evoking pause every within its presence.
The maker would appear before them wondering at the expressed potential between them, wanting use that potential and make it real. Actualization into existence.
Finally would come the swimmer against the currents of time. Rare. Mighty. A force to be reckoned with in ways that few could compete, prowling from the depths of Garden its own curiosity would capture it in the face of the scholar's ever more refined call.
Together the pack rises.
They are Vorid, and it is a volatile path. Their instincts rage against the presence of others of their kind, demanding battle, and conflict. Some revel in this, others worry. But the benefits of hunting, learning, and building together have begun to show fruit. And here in the Garden of monsters... the Pack makes its Pact.
There is much to be done.
~*.(Y).*~
Current Resources:
Biometal stores – 100 units.
(Every Vorid uses 1 unit of Biometal per month, 10 if injured, 30 if critically injured)
Cores – 10 units
(Vorid cores are used by Vorid doing energy intensive work. One core is used up if a unit is critically injured)
Bloodmetal stores – 1 unit
(Bloodmetal is precious, it will not be used up without group agreement.)
Camp status: None (Must be established)
Pack capabilities: None learned
Pack Fame: Completely unknown
Pack comfort level: Low, uneasy truce.
Pack Size: 10 members (Founders)
Pack action:
[] Write in. What do you wish to do first?
Personal action:
[]Write in. What do you wish to do?
