!LzFfkxZBAY 10/16/09(Fri)16:08 No.6300216|
You awaken. You're used to it by now. This time, the shell doesn't slowly crackle as you struggle break free. It shatters as you burst out with a roar.
Your mouth. No longer do you have a pair of mandibles - they appears to have reformed into a set of needle-like teeth in a gaping maw. Not quite the impressive gnashers that your son possessed - but still, quite intimidating. Your eight eyes have merged into four, bulbous, hooded eyes. Your harpoon appears to have grown back with a strong, muscular tongue. Your body is now rather slimy, its chitin having been weakened - it has regressed back towards a rough hide. Your body structure is like that of a bulldog - you have a large, heavy body but four squat, powerful legs, each of them tipped with lethal looking claws connected by webbing. You used to have six legs, however, and the central pair have shrunk, having folded in towards your chest - practically useless at this rate. Your spinnerets have also increased in size, along with you, although it's no longer in a position where you can throw webbing - only weave. Finally, your white hue finally seems to be changing - you're becoming a meaty pink colour and beneath your skin, you feel... bones. Proper bones.
The situation is, almost unfortunately, just like how you left. Your three children that you have designated soldiers - Zovut, Menya and Shnur are their names - are struggling to escape from their cocoons, while your seven other children gaze at you in awe. Hm. It seems like two died in your absense.
What action do you wish to take?