This is what I do in my spare time.



I wrote this over two months ago.

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{The General Idea}


Nigel is out hunting with his mother, Chanda. Upon encountering a particular female "physical angel," he is ensnared by her laviscious tongue. She spares him for a moment, bringing him to her face to study him only a moment before she reels him in and swallows him deftly, shaking her lofty head about with an oddly "detatched" and passive look in her eyes that look forward complacently for more meals. But, after having swallowed him, she took a moment to close her eyes, feeling his small body squirm and struggle inside of her own as she actively guided him into and "AROUND" her innards. Naturally Chanda goes on the offensive and tries to take the creature down. However, the way she does it is rather odd and semi-erotic, where she - in her half-feral form - doesn't FIGHT the creature so much as she tries to PHYSICALLY GRATIFY it BEFORE slaying it. And afterwards, she tears its belly open, trying to get Nigel out of it. Uniquely enough, even though it is technically "dead," its stomach - that Nigel is inside of - physically holds onto his body tightly as though trying to digest him still. Chanda tears through the "sporadically squeezing" organ, and rescues Nigel.

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Having retrieved her crying son from the belly of the angel, she began to reassure him of his safety.


Chanda: Don't worry. She's dead now.


She collected her baby boy's body within the clutch of one thickly soled palm alone, his head falling between her fingers as he was unconscious.


Chanda: So you found immense peace within her?


She found herself bringing both her right and left pawhands together, enclosing them around his small body. Looking at them, she brought them to her belly, having fallen back to rest upon her rump while looking downward. Motioning him into her left palm, she brought the back of the long claw of her right hand's index finger to his neck, lifting his small head up a little. She lifted him to her large face, pouring her tongue out and warmly over his head. He awoke almost terrified.


Nigel: Momma! Help me!!!


Chanda: Shhh.


She brought the claw around to his back, tracing his frame before gently sliding it down through the short fur of his back, soothing him.


Chanda: It's alright now. I'm here.


Nigel: It almost ate me!


Chanda: She was a thoughtful one...


Nigel: Huh?


Chanda: Her desire to keep you was strong, even after I killed her.


Nigel: Keep?


Chanda: She particularly loved you...


Nigel: But she tried to eat me!


Chanda: To love with fondness. To love carnally. To some of them, there is no difference. Her desire to keep you remained strong, even in death.


She brought her son to her exposed chest, simply holding him close to herself, chuckling when he lifted a single large breast off of himself and clawed his way up to the back of her neck.


Chanda: Remnants of a world of former glory, cast down to walk amongst us as beasts of the soil. Most of them are broken, never knowing why they do what drives them. She was more considerate. I tried to bond with her soul. But what I found in her...was misery. She was a mother herself. And she only wanted to take you 'home...'


Nigel: What? B-but...it doesn't live with us!


Chanda: "Home, into Mother's depth."


Nigel: Huh?


Chanda: She supressed her own stomach fluids when she took you inside.


Nigel: But, how can she do that?


Chanda: She wanted to return; to beg Mother Creation for forgiveness of her past transgressions.


Nigel: But why'd she eat me?!


Chanda: She was like many others. Stripped of her young, exiled. She was starving to death. But she didn't want to kill you all the same.


Nigel: Um...


Chanda: She wanted her son back.


Nigel, none-the-wiser, embraced his arms around his mother's neck. He lay his head down upon the thickness of its fur, speaking in the honesty of his questioning voice.


Nigel: Momma...


Chanda: Hm?


Nigel: Why are the angels so sad?


Chanda breathed in deeply, standing on all fours as she exhaled just as heavily.










...Because They Just Want To Go Home...










Chanda: ...and they're willing to harm us all to express how they feel about why they can't.

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