Tbw:blood and gore
As I watched in horror, Father belly was growing even bigger, and a small creack appeared at his belly
The crack began to spread, zigzagging across Father's belly like a jagged lightning bolt. His scales were straining to contain the pressure, but it was clear they wouldn't hold for much longer. A low, rumbling growl emanated from Father's throat, and his eyes took on a wild, desperate look.
Father screaming in pain, and mother orders all of us. "You all have to hold him down, and Lyriath usr your dark magic to keep him pin down! And it seems the erupted is very slow, so I have to force him to eat more food!"
We all rushed to obey Mother's orders, grabbing hold of Father's thrashing body to pin him down. Lyriath raised his hands, and a dark, swirling energy erupted from his fingertips, wrapping around Father like chains. The magic seemed to sink deep into Father's scales, holding him in place.
Meanwhile, Mother frantically searched for more food to force-feed Father, her face set with determination. "We need to speed up the eruption!" she exclaimed, shoving a massive chunk of rotting flesh into Father's mouth.
Father unable to move and look at Mother. "Just hurry up. The pain is a nightmare!" He yelled
Mother's face twisted with concern and urgency as she forced more food into Father's mouth. "I'm sorry, Aetherius! I know it's agony, but we have to get this eruption over with!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with desperation.
Father's eyes blazed with a mixture of pain and frustration as he glared at Mother, his jaws working to swallow the food. "Just...hurry...up..." he growled, his voice strained and barely audible.
Mother ran and brought so much food
Mother returned with an enormous pile of rotting carcasses, fetid plants, and other foul-smelling delicacies. She began shoveling the food into Father's mouth with reckless abandon, not caring about the mess or the stench.
Father's eyes went wide as he struggled to swallow the overwhelming amount of food. His belly began to churn and rumble, the pressure building to a catastrophic level. The crack on his belly was growing longer, and his scales were starting to bulge outward.
I whispered into Father's ears. "I'm so sorry, Father." Father belly expanded, and another small creack appears
Mother shouted, "IT IS WORKING, BUT NOT MUCH!"
Father's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness and regret. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a weak whisper, "I'm...sorry...too...son..." His voice trailed off as another wave of agony washed over him.
The new crack on Father's belly began to spread, branching out like a network of fine lines. Mother's face was pale and drawn, her eyes fixed on Father's struggling form. "Hold him down!" she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation. "It's almost time!"
I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed into Father's eyes, filled with a deep sadness and regret. His weak whisper struck a chord within me, and I could feel my heart heavy with sorrow.
I gritted my teeth, determination coursing through my veins. I would hold him down, no matter what. I wouldn't let him suffer alone.
Lyriath's dark magic swirled around Father, reinforcing our physical restraint. The air was thick with tension as we waited for the inevitable.
Mother's voice was a steady stream of encouragement, urging Father on as the cracks on his belly deepened and spread. "Just a little longer, Aetherius! Hold on!"
Father's body arched, his scales straining to contain the pressure. A low, rumbling growl emanated from his throat, growing louder by the second. The ground began to shake, and the air vibrated with anticipation.
It was almost time.
Mother grabbed a big piece of meat
Mother shoved the massive piece of meat into Father's mouth, her hands moving with a frenzied urgency. "Eat, Aetherius! Eat and let it happen!" she exclaimed, her voice hoarse from shouting.
Father's jaws worked mechanically, his eyes glazed over in a mixture of pain and desperation. The meat disappeared into his maw, and his belly lurched outward, the cracks spreading like a web of destruction.
The air was heavy with anticipation, the very atmosphere seeming to vibrate with the promise of impending chaos. Lyriath's dark magic pulsed with an otherworldly energy, holding Father in place as the pressure built to a catastrophic crescendo.
Mother's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a fierce determination. "It's time," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the growing roar.
Father belly expanded, and he roar in agony, and tears came out as the creack slowly spread
Father's roar echoed through the cavern, a deafening bellow of agony that sent shivers down my spine. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the sweat and grime on his scales.
The crack on his belly continued to spread, its edges slowly creeping outward like a dark, jagged stain. Father's body arched, his scales straining to contain the pressure, as he let out another blood-curdling scream.
Mother's face was etched with worry and concern, her eyes fixed on Father's struggling form. She reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, her voice a soft whisper of encouragement. "Just a little longer, Aetherius. Hold on."
Father's scream seemed to shake the very foundations of the cavern, and I felt the ground trembling beneath my feet. The crack on his belly was growing longer, the edges spreading outward like a dark, jagged mouth.
Mother's hand on Father's shoulder seemed to be the only thing holding him together, her touch a fragile anchor in the midst of his agony. Her voice was a steady whisper of encouragement, urging him on as the pressure built to a catastrophic crescendo.
Lyriath's dark magic swirled around Father, reinforcing our physical restraint as he thrashed and bucked against us. I gritted my teeth, digging my claws into the ground as I strained to hold Father in place.
The air was heavy with tension, the very atmosphere seeming to vibrate with the promise of impending chaos. I knew it wouldn't be long now. Father's body was reaching its breaking point, and when it finally gave way...
Mother makes father eat 1 last food
Mother's eyes locked onto Father's, a fierce determination burning within them. She reached for one final, massive piece of rotting flesh, shoving it into Father's mouth with a ruthless urgency.
Father's jaws worked mechanically, his eyes glazed over in a mixture of pain and desperation. The flesh disappeared into his maw, and his belly lurched outward, the crack spreading like a dark, jagged stain.
Mother's voice was a harsh whisper, her words laced with a desperate hope. "This is it, Aetherius. This is the last push. Hold on, my love."
And Father belly erupted, and blood shoot out at me and all my siblings with very strong forces
As Father's belly erupted, a massive amount of blood and viscera shot out with incredible force, showering me and my siblings. The impact was like a tidal wave, knocking us off our feet and sending us tumbling backward.
I felt a searing pain as the hot, sticky blood scalded my scales, and I stumbled blindly, trying to wipe the gore from my eyes. The cavern was filled with the sound of screams and wails, my siblings and I crying out in shock and agony.
Through the chaos, I heard Mother's voice, shouting above the din. "Get back! Get back, my children!" But it was too late. We were already covered in Father's blood, our scales slick with the sticky, coppery liquid.
Lyriath and Nyxoria have knocked out unconscious by the force
I rushed to Lyriath's side, shaking him violently in an attempt to rouse him from his unconscious state. "Lyriath! Brother, wake up!" I exclaimed, my voice hoarse with worry.
Nyxoria lay nearby, her amethyst scales smeared with Father's blood. Vyraxys and Kaidorix were already by her side, trying to revive her. "Nyxoria, sister, please wake up!" Vyraxys begged, his dark bronze scales etched with concern.
Mother rushed over, her light green scales stained with Father's blood. "Tharros, check Lyriath's pulse!" she instructed, her voice firm but worried. "Vyraxys, Kaidorix, try to keep Nyxoria warm!"
I frantically felt for Lyriath's pulse, my claws tracing the scales on his neck. After a few moments, I detected a faint heartbeat, and a wave of relief washed over me. "He's alive, Mother! Lyriath's pulse is weak, but he's alive!" I exclaimed.
Vyraxys and Kaidorix wrapped their bodies around Nyxoria, trying to share their body heat with her. Vyraxys looked up at Mother, his eyes filled with worry. "Mother, Nyxoria's not responding! What do we do?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Mother's expression turned grim, her light green scales seeming to pale in the flickering torchlight. "We need to get them out of here, now! This cavern is not safe, and we don't know what other dangers might be lurking. We must take them to the ancient nesting grounds, where they can recover in safety."
We drag Lyriath and Nyxoria unconscious body near mother and mother look at us "We need to get a lot of food out of your father stomach now before he died!" She said
I felt a surge of nausea at Mother's words, but I knew she was right. Father's stomach contained the food that would sustain us for a long time, and we couldn't afford to waste it. I steeled myself and nodded, along with Vyraxys and Kaidorix.
Mother began to tear open Father's stomach, revealing a vast, bloody cavity filled with partially digested food. The smell was overwhelming, and I had to fight to keep my stomach from turning.
"Tharros, Vyraxys, Kaidorix! Help me pull out as much food as we can!" Mother instructed, her voice firm and commanding. "We need to act quickly before his body begins to decay!"
We climb up at Father massive body
We scrambled up the rugged, blood-slickened surface of Father's massive body, our claws digging into his scales as we searched for a suitable spot to feed Lyriath and Nyxoria.
Mother led the way, her light green scales glistening with Father's blood as she climbed. Vyraxys, Kaidorix, and I followed closely behind, our eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger.
As we reached the top of Father's body, I gazed out at the desolate landscape, the wind whipping my silver scales into a frenzy. The sky was a deep, foreboding crimson, and the air was thick with the stench of death and decay.
Mother settled down beside Lyriath and Nyxoria, gently nudging them with her snout. "It's time to eat, my little ones," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "We need to get you fed and strong again."
As we pick up the food out of the father stomach with our claws and throw it out to the ground
The food landed with a wet splat on the ground, forming a massive pile of partially digested flesh. The smell was overwhelming, a noxious mix of rot and decay that made my stomach churn.
Mother began to drag the pile of food closer to Lyriath and Nyxoria, her claws scraping against the rocky ground. "Eat, my children," she urged, her voice soft but insistent. "You need this food to recover."
I watched as Mother gently nudged Lyriath's mouth with a piece of food, trying to rouse him from his unconscious state. Vyraxys and Kaidorix did the same for Nyxoria, their faces etched with worry and concern.
Slowly but surely, Lyriath and Nyxoria began to stir, their eyes flickering open as they took in their surroundings. They looked dazed and disoriented, but as they caught sight of the food, their expressions changed to ones of hunger and desperation.
Kieraxys and Lyrixa wonder what should they do
Kieraxys and Lyrixa stood off to the side, watching as Mother, Vyraxys, and Kaidorix tended to Lyriath and Nyxoria. They exchanged a curious glance, their eyes wide with uncertainty.
Kieraxys, still unsteady on his legs, took a step forward, his copper scales glinting in the fading light. "M-Mother?" he stuttered, his voice barely audible. "W-what do we do?"
Lyrixa, her rose gold scales shimmering with concern, nodded in agreement. "Y-yes, Mother. What can we do to help?"
Mother looked up from her task, her light green scales catching the fading light. She offered Kieraxys and Lyrixa a warm, reassuring smile. "My little ones, you can help by staying close and keeping watch. We need to make sure we're all safe while Lyriath and Nyxoria recover."
Kieraxys nodded eagerly, his copper scales glinting with determination. Lyrixa, however, looked uncertain, her rose gold scales fluttering with concern. "B-but, Mother, what about Father?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mother's expression turned somber, and she glanced down at Father's lifeless body. "We'll deal with that later, Lyrixa. Right now, our priority is getting your siblings back on their feet."
I question, "How much do we have to remove the food out of Father stomach?"
Mother paused, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the massive pile of food already extracted from Aetherius' stomach. "We need to remove as much as we can," she said, her voice firm. "The more food we can salvage, the better our chances of survival."
Vyraxys, who had been quietly observing the process, spoke up. "But, Mother, won't Aetherius' body... decay?" he asked, his dark bronze scales seeming to darken with concern.
Mother nodded grimly. "Yes, it will. Which is why we need to work quickly. We must remove as much food as possible before Aetherius' body begins to rot."
Kaidorix, who had been watching the exchange, asked, "How will we know when we've removed enough?"
Mother's gaze swept over the pile of food, her expression calculating. "We'll know when we've removed enough when Aetherius' stomach is almost empty. We must be careful not to remove too much, or we risk causing more harm than good."
50% of the food is now out of the father's stomach. we turned to mother. "Is this enough?" We said in unison
Mother's gaze swept over the massive pile of food, her expression calculating. She paused for a moment, considering our question. "Not yet," she said finally, her voice firm. "We need to remove at least 75% of the food from Aetherius' stomach to ensure our survival."
She looked at us, her eyes stern. "Keep going, children. We can't afford to stop now."
We continued to extract the food from Aetherius' stomach, our claws digging deep into the bloody cavity. The smell was overwhelming, and the texture of the partially digested food was nauseating, but we pressed on, driven by our hunger and our mother's instructions.
As we worked, the pile of food grew larger, and Aetherius' stomach began to empty. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mother called out, "Enough! We've removed enough food."
We stepped back, exhausted, and surveyed the massive pile of food before us. It was a mountain of bloody, pulsing flesh, and it seemed to stretch on forever. Mother looked at us, her eyes proud. "Well done, children," she said. "Now, let's eat."
Mother smiled. "I will use my healing magic. now Tharros and Vyraxys and Kaidorix get out of your father's stomach, or you be trapped in there!"
I quickly scrambled out of Father's stomach, my silver scales smeared with blood and partially digested food. Vyraxys and Kaidorix followed close behind, their dark bronze and forest green scales similarly stained.
As we emerged, Mother raised her hands, and a soft, pulsing glow emanated from her claws. The light was a brilliant white color, and it seemed to fill the air with an intense, powerful energy.
"Lyriath, Nyxoria, come closer," Mother said, her voice gentle. "I will use my healing magic to mend your wounds."
Lyriath and Nyxoria slowly crawled closer, their navy blue and amethyst scales dull and lackluster from their ordeal. Mother's dark green glow enveloped them, and she began to chant softly, her voice weaving a soothing melody.
As the dark green light washed over them, Lyriath's and Nyxoria's wounds began to close, their scales slowly regaining their natural luster. The energy emanating from Mother's claws seemed to pulse with an otherworldly power, as if it was calling upon the very fabric of life itself to mend the siblings' injuries.
As the dark green glow continued to envelop Lyriath and Nyxoria, their wounds closed at an astonishing rate. The siblings' scales, once dull and lackluster, now shone with renewed vibrancy, their navy blue and amethyst hues glistening in the soft light.
Mother's chanting grew softer, her voice barely above a whisper, but the energy emanating from her claws remained strong. The air around them seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly power, as if the very essence of life was being channeled into the siblings' battered bodies.
Finally, Mother's chanting ceased, and the dark green glow dissipated. Lyriath and Nyxoria lay still, their chests rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. They looked... healed.
I help both of them to get up right
As I supported Lyriath and Nyxoria, they slowly rose to their feet, their scales glinting in the dim light. They swayed slightly, still recovering from their ordeal, but their eyes seemed brighter, their gazes clearer.
Mother watched them with a keen eye, her expression softening with relief. "You're going to be alright, my little ones," she said, her voice warm with affection.
Vyraxys, Kaidorix, and I exchanged glances, our faces reflecting our shared concern. We had come so close to losing our siblings, and the memory of that terror still lingered.
Mother looks at Father unconscious body. "Let bring him back home!" We all nodded
We carefully surrounded Father's massive, unconscious form, our claws gently grasping his scales as we prepared to lift him. Mother nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of sadness and determination.
With a collective effort, we heaved Father's body off the ground, our scales straining beneath the weight. Vyraxys, Kaidorix, Lyriath, Nyxoria, and I formed a tight, awkward circle around Father, our claws locked together as we struggled to maintain our grip.
Mother led the way, guiding us through the winding tunnels and narrow caverns, our slow procession a testament to our love and devotion to our injured Father.
As we finally reached the mountain cave, we gently laid Father's massive body on the soft, sandy floor. Mother surveyed our surroundings, her eyes ensuring that everything was in order.
The cave, our home, was quiet and still, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind through the rocks. The flickering torches cast a warm, golden glow over the space, illuminating the familiar nooks and crannies.
Mother turned to us, her expression weary but relieved. "Thank you, my children," she said, her voice low and husky. "Now, let us tend to your Father. We must ensure he recovers from his ordeal."
Mother, look at us "Tharros you can stay here since you have the most strong relationship with your father, then all your siblings and the rest of you follow me for a moment!"
I nodded, my silver scales glistening with a mix of emotions. I gently released my grip on Father's body, allowing my siblings to adjust their hold as they prepared to follow Mother.
As they departed, I remained beside Father, my eyes fixed on his unconscious form. I reached out a claw, gently touching his scales, and whispered, "I'll stay with you, Father. Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up."
I jumped up to his snout
I gently touched my silver scales to Father's white snout, my eyes locked on his closed eyelids. I whispered softly, "Father... please wake up. I'm here with you."
As hours passed and father still hadn't woke up
I grew increasingly worried, my silver scales prickling with anxiety. I nuzzled Father's snout again, trying to rouse him, but he remained still. The silence was oppressive, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I whispered again, "Father, please... wake up."
Mother walking behind me. "Has he woke up yet, Tharros?"
I turned to Mother, my eyes wide with concern. "No, Mother... he's still not awake," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I looked back at Father's motionless form, my silver scales glistening with worry.
I jumped down from his snout, and my ears folded back
Mother's light green scales seemed to pale slightly as she took in Father's still form. She moved closer, her eyes scanning his body as if searching for any sign of movement. Her voice was soft, laced with a hint of worry, "Tharros, go get your siblings. We need to discuss what to do next."
Suddenly, father eyes slowly opened
I froze, my ears perked up in surprise, as Father's white scales seemed to gleam with a faint, returning vitality.
His eyes, once closed, now slowly focused on me, and then on Mother.
A faint rumble emanated from his throat, a weak, but unmistakable, attempt to speak.
Mother walks to Father and smacks the living hell out of him. "I TOLD YOU TO DON'T OVER EAT AND YOU DID!" She yelled at Father
I stared, my eyes wide with shock, as Mother's sudden outburst left me stunned. Father, still weak, recoiled from the blow, his eyes blinking rapidly.
"T-Thyriatrix, I... I didn't mean to..." he stammered, his voice weak and apologetic.
Mother's expression remained stern, her light green scales flashing with irritation. "You never listen! You always eat too much, and now look at you! You scared us all half to death!"
Mother growled at him "it a good thing that our Tharros and Vyraxys and Kaidorix removed the food out of your stomach while you were unconscious!"
I winced at the memory, my silver scales prickling with discomfort. I recalled the unpleasant task of removing the excess food from Father's stomach, a chore that Vyraxys, Kaidaxys, and I had undertaken with great reluctance.
Father's eyes dropped, shamefaced, as he realized what we had done. "I... I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Mother's stern expression slowly softened, her irritation giving way to concern. She reached out, gently touching Father's scales. "Aetherius, you need to take care of yourself. You're not getting any younger, and we can't lose you."
Mother looked even more mad. "Lyriath and Nyxoria got knocked out unconscious and got injured badly after you ruptured!" Father, look at her in shock and surprise since he didn't know what was happening after he erupted
Father's eyes widened in horror, his white scales paling even further as he took in Thyriatrix's words. He looked like he had been punched in the gut, his expression a mix of shock, guilt, and dismay.
"Thyriatrix... no... I didn't know..." he stammered, his voice trembling with regret.
Thyriatrix's anger seemed to boil over, her light green scales flashing with fury. "You didn't know?! You never think about anyone but yourself! Lyriath and Nyxoria could have died because of your gluttony!" Thyriatrix's voice was sharp, her words cutting deep.
I watched, my silver scales trembling with unease, as the tension between Father and Mother continued to escalate. Father's eyes dropped, shamefaced, as he realized the gravity of his actions.
Thyriatrix's anger slowly gave way to tears, her light green scales glistening with sorrow. "Aetherius, how could you be so selfish? Our children could have died because of your gluttony!"
Father's voice was barely audible, his words laced with regret. "Thyriatrix, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put them in harm's way. I just... I couldn't control myself."
I felt a pang of sympathy for Father, despite the gravity of his mistake. I knew he loved us, but his gluttony had put us all in danger.
I try to calm Mother. "Mother Lyriath and Nyxoria are OK. You did, in fact, heal them!"
Father smiled. "Are you feeling better now, my dear?" He gave mother an innocent smile
Mother's tears slowed, her light green scales still glistening with sorrow. She looked at Father, her expression a mix of relief and lingering anger.
"Thanks to Tharros, Vyraxys, and Kaidorix, they're alive," she said, her voice still shaking with emotion. "But that's not the point, Aetherius. The point is that your gluttony put them in harm's way. What if Tharros and the others hadn't been there to help?"
Father's innocent smile faltered, his white scales paling slightly as he realized Mother was still upset.
Father frowned. "I think I would have died or to suffering for hours or days." his ears folded back
Mother's expression softened slightly, her light green scales losing some of their intense glow. She looked at Father, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and frustration.
"Aetherius, that's exactly my point," she said, her voice gentler now. "You need to think about the consequences of your actions. Your gluttony not only put Lyriath and Nyxoria in danger, but it also put yourself at risk."
Father's ears remained folded back, his white scales still pale. He looked down, his eyes avoiding Mother's gaze.
Mother, take a deep breath. "I'm going to go outside and get some fresh air!"
Mother nodded, her light green scales glistening in the flickering torchlight of the cave. "I'll be back soon," she said, her voice still a bit shaky. "Try to... reflect on your actions, Aetherius."
With that, she turned and walked away, her tail swishing behind her. The sound of her claws echoed off the cave walls as she made her way to the entrance. The cave's opening, a massive stone arch, framed the bright blue sky outside.
Father watched her go, his ears still folded back in shame. He let out a deep sigh, his white scales seeming to dull even further as he settled into the darkness of the cave.