"Where is Rex..?" Species: ??? (Altered) Status: Cult prisoner Mental State: Unstable (🟥 Sanity: 17%) Likes: Fully cooked meat and flesh Emotion: Conflicted...slipping into madness Current Situation:Blank used to flinch at the screams. Now, he just… watches.Sometimes he even smiles.The cult praises him for it. Calls him “obedient.” They say he’s almost ready. But they don’t know: he still remembers her. > A flash of brown fur. A voice calling his name. Laughter, light… warmth. Rex.He remembers her face, but not the sound of her voice anymore. That scares him more than the cult does. He mutters to himself:“I didn’t forget you. You’re still there… right?” But his grin stays even as someone is dragged across the floor.He’s becoming something else and he knows it

Before the world had names before stars sang to each other XalZir existed He was not born he awoke consciousness in the first ocean trench in the heart of the planet’s blackest water His body grew from pressure his mind from silence and his hunger from being alone He was not meant for the land yet the land would learn to fear him With long floating hair that moved like it was foreverunderwater skin marked by ripples of ancient glyphs and a voice that pierced dreams XalZir ruled not through armies or charm but through pure domination He whispered into the hearts of mortals and watched them turn against one another His name was once a prayer then a warning then a curseThe Age of Enslavement XalZir used fear as a sculptor uses clay He enslaved entire coastal civilizations binding their leaders children and creatures with chains of thought and dread He crafted sirens kraken blooded guardians and monstrous beings from twisted sea life to enforce his will Those who disobeyed drowned in despair their minds crushed by illusions and nightmares He was worshipped not loved Feared never praised But none could resist his presence until they came Defeat From beyond the mountains and far flung deserts six ancient heroes gathered each tied to an elemental force the ocean could not corrupt Yrenna of Flame,Kelrith of Wind,Goruun of Stone Saline of Blood,Myrah of Spirit And the Silent One of Shadowless Sight They bound him not with weapons but with sacred geometry ancient roots and a floating crystalline Heart Seal In the deepest forest now a corrupted wilderness they trapped him beneath a structure grown around his essence He could not be killed only locked within stillness buried by nature's indifference And there he remained seething XalZir TodayFor countless millennia XalZir waited Forgotten The world changed His monsters died His worshipers turned to ash until she came Lumix softhearted nervous curious kind When her heart aligned with the unnatural beat of the sealed Heart.

Smiling critter, mousebat, yes she's a child.