[Title is subject to change]



This is meant to be the submission description for a future poem. Some of it is currently incomprehensible, since the poem doesn't exist just yet.

The gist of the poem is this: A young human girl approaches Chanda (Nigel's monstrous mother) and offers her a flower. The poem comes directly from Chanda, and details her most immediate thoughts and viewpoints concerning this random girl.



The submission commentary was more of a task than the actual poem... XD



Enjoy! =3

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[Not the actual beginning of the submission commentary]



You have this monstrous, horrifically massive and feral beast who is sitting up straight, and minding her own business. By mere chance she happens to percieve this girl's infintestimal presence, and thus she leans down to look down upon her.

A tiny, wholly unnoticed occurance that happened in the thick of this moment is this: When Chanda's monstrous gaze became transfixed upon the girl, she developed the tiniest inclination of thought. And then deep in the back of her mouth, between the clumped clench of her throat tissue, a lone, small portion of her tongue flesh had curled inward a bit, its subtle motion undulating backwards along the tongue and against her throat, where it is then quote "swallowed out evenly," meaning that it rippled its way into her throat, ever downward along the back of her tongue, and was reflexively "gulped upon" - "Swallowed over," pressed down to even out the flatness of the thickness of the reaches of her tongue deeper down in her gullet. It was a tiny reflexive result of the very inclination of thought that crossed her mind, which was to swallow the poor girl whole. It was only a fragment of thought, which popped into her mind upon noticing how very tiny this girl was. It was the thought of bullying bearing the passive disposition of "Oh look, more comes to me. Shall I swallow this one without thought?"

Though not always on her mind, the thought of swallowing a human alive is among the most comforting of Chanda's thoughts. She entertains the idea by consciously considering mankind and the ways of its meekness, even in such a way as to regard mankind with a substantially positive outlook. But she only does this with a passively cruel malevolence of heart, where her considerations of mankind only exist to bolster the comfort she feels about fully realizing who she is, what she is, and what she is capable of. It's like the mindset of a cruel, capricious god figure, where all of the elements of positive and pure intent are there, except...she does not love you in the slightest, yet would shower and perhaps even overwhelm you with a profound sense of love that would effectively cause you to respect her, maybe even fear her, but most definitely revere her anyway. It's on par with someone actually trying to establish, maintain, and even nurture a deeply intimate bond with Lucifer himself, where you have every tangible and 'valid' reason to know, understand, and wholeheartedly believe that you have entered into an affair that promises nothing but the most beautiful, most endearing, absolute form of love you have ever and will ever know to be unmistakenly unshakable, and all encompassing...

...until the moment of truth finally comes, and you never, ever realize that you were being existentially soul raped until it is far too late, and then you are treated to a single brief and insurmountably horrific sight that will very well be the last thing you'll ever see in this life...

That's the beauty of Chanda's monstrous heart. In everything done that involves her you are signing your life away, and whether or not you live to tell of your experience is wholly dependent on either her mercy, or simply her disinterest in you. Once you are in her presence you have already been swallowed alive figuratively, and will only survive as per her whimsey, if not simply by the 'saving grace'...of sheer chance...



I HOPE THAT ANSWERS YOUR QUESTIONS ON WHY I NEVER RP AS HER. XD



No? Okay then, here's a summary:



Brief Analysis of Chanda

SHE ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK...



...BUT, if she were bored out of her skull, might very well inquire of you the details of your youngest child's life JUST to wet her palate...



In so many words, Chanda is essentially saying: "Why do you come to me? Your peace offering is amusing, but you are a child. You are but human, small and weak, and I will still swallow you whole." However, this is where her logic fails.

It wasn't a peace offering. It was merely a peaceful gesture, meant to promote happiness of spirit. But Chanda is too accustomed to being worshipped, so much so that she is prone to undermine anyone; any being she feels is less significant than herself. The point was missed. But the little girl was simply chipper.

What we can all consider as RL, human beings is that the creatures of this world that we revere and respect do not in any way conform to our standards of thinking. I like to think that in an animal's mind, there can be an absolute lack of all the elements that a human being would attribute to a "moral compass." I say this because animals are not most commonly concerned with the many things that encompass a human's very definition of what a moral compass quote 'would' entail. One thing this could suggest...is that within any moment in time, an animal, when in contact with a human or other form of sentient life, could passively think of what a human could describe as some of the most cruel, most sadistic thoughts a being could think to themself. And in this lies the misinterpretation that is "a soulless beast."

Should an animal ever think a thought relevant to the idea of killing another being, it can't honestly be attributed to the animal as having been a "cruel, soulless thought," because the mind of an animal exists in a distinctly different world than the mind of a human. In all actuality, the unpercieved thought of, say, a tiger that simply thought to lick your leg and then sink its teeth into your flesh...could be attributed to the tiger as having been a PLAYFUL thought more than anything. What this portends for you...is irrelevant.

It was a meeting of two minds possessed of radically different concerns. Simply put, an innocent, optimistic human girl met a brooding, dangerous monster. And the naivete of this girl served to momentarily confound Chanda's mind.

It's a quaint little thing where the true beauty of it all lies in the raw uncertainty that cannot be percieved. To further break it down, one could ask "Why WOULD Chanda devour this poor, defenseless girl, who means her no harm?" And when you consider the past-tense absolute that she didn't, you catch but a glimpse of what may could be labeled as "a soft spot" in Chanda's heart...

Chanda is © to  guzzlemuzzle9460

Mainly inspired by my own understanding of Chanda's mind. But an inspiration relevant to this would be a certain work of visual art that was included in the "Gallery" of the original "Soul Calibur," of the Sega Dreamcast.

It was a picture of a little girl offering a flower to Asteroth...

Final Note

The size difference between Chanda (in her feral form) and this young girl is on a godly scale. Chanda could crush the girl with a single foredigit. But the girl didn't seem to mind staring up at a mountain of a draconic feline who's figure blots out the sun and sky when towering above, leaning over to observe her...

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The poem would generally be of a very forthcoming nature, since that is naturally how Chanda talks. It would "dabble in the throes of innocence" only so much as to convey something of a monster's viewpoint concerning a little girl.



But don't let that make you believe that ultimately, she had everything BUT a "D'aww factor" going on when she saw the girl, underneath all that fluff and stank and heavy breathing...