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okaywolfWritten to the prompt by Making Up Monsters — Monster who has all the time in the world
Originally posted on cohost on April 2nd, 2024.
She had never been a progenitor—she’d be consumed by a nestling and not here if she had been—and had no intentions to become one, so there was some long while before it realized she wasn’t aging to rotting to greasy, viscous remains of flesh on bones with eroding talons and spikes and teeth. Not that it minded, either way.
It just cherished every moment she had with Her. And if She was drawing out how many moments it had, she was the happier for it.
Eventually so long had passed that no sentient or sapient thing that had any interest in communicating its history hadn’t passed several generations over and the new sentient and sapient things had no knowledge of her stealing time. It would argue she hadn’t stolen Her, but its arguments produced viscera and less so sentient and sapient things that would agree with her well laid out reasoning.
So she existed in relative peace and unending love. And the new sentient and sapient presences of the world crafted tales of a great and tremendous beast, and none of those tales included ensnaring time in the way that had actually happened. Instead they included ensnaring time in the way that it wouldn’t age, rot, reach an endstate that was a different type of scourge upon the world.
And She did Her best resisting every moment to steal herself away with her.
Originally posted on cohost on April 2nd, 2024.
She had never been a progenitor—she’d be consumed by a nestling and not here if she had been—and had no intentions to become one, so there was some long while before it realized she wasn’t aging to rotting to greasy, viscous remains of flesh on bones with eroding talons and spikes and teeth. Not that it minded, either way.
It just cherished every moment she had with Her. And if She was drawing out how many moments it had, she was the happier for it.
Eventually so long had passed that no sentient or sapient thing that had any interest in communicating its history hadn’t passed several generations over and the new sentient and sapient things had no knowledge of her stealing time. It would argue she hadn’t stolen Her, but its arguments produced viscera and less so sentient and sapient things that would agree with her well laid out reasoning.
So she existed in relative peace and unending love. And the new sentient and sapient presences of the world crafted tales of a great and tremendous beast, and none of those tales included ensnaring time in the way that had actually happened. Instead they included ensnaring time in the way that it wouldn’t age, rot, reach an endstate that was a different type of scourge upon the world.
And She did Her best resisting every moment to steal herself away with her.
