#wonka 🍫 shimo ❄️ 001

[frcsttitan]

Willy....Wonka?

This species had a strange language, but she supposed she couldn't judge. Over the course of her endlessly long life, she had heard many languages, seen many forms of communication. Her own kind had their own way of speaking to one another that was, for all intents and purposes, vastly different from the way the small things did. Even with the strange way he was understanding her now, somehow.

Her maw opened, a cold breath slipping through her jagged teeth before it closed with a audible clack. She wanted to tell him her name, the one she had been born with. But that would be difficult to pass on in her tongue, so she had to rack her brain for the many other things she had been called over the centuries.

"Ones like you, from a far away land once called me Shimo. The daughter of frost."

Her great head cocked to the side, blue eyes shimmering with curiosity at his words. An apology? What for?

So much for reading minds.

The word factory was not exactly a part of her vocabulary.

But still, it was not lost on her that structure the tiny thing was referring to belonged to him. Was something he had staked his claim on. Some sort of territory, she supposed. And yet, she had intruded. Destroyed. Like the red king.

Shimo reared her massive head back slightly, clearly taken aback that the creature had understood her thoughts. But regret was quick to flash in icy blue eyes.

“I….am sorry. I did not mean to ruin your territory, small one.”

[frcsttitan]

The word factory was not exactly a part of her vocabulary.

But still, it was not lost on her that structure the tiny thing was referring to belonged to him. Was something he had staked his claim on. Some sort of territory, she supposed. And yet, she had intruded. Destroyed. Like the red king.

Shimo reared her massive head back slightly, clearly taken aback that the creature had understood her thoughts. But regret was quick to flash in icy blue eyes.

"I....am sorry. I did not mean to ruin your territory, small one."

Where her pointed tongue made contact with the flowing chocolate, the sweetness began to solidify and frost over— an unfortunate effect from being in such proximity to the elderly Titan. Her snout burrowed down into the hardened chocolate, uneven, jagged teeth making short work of the sugary snack.

And it was divine.

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[frcsttitan]

Where her pointed tongue made contact with the flowing chocolate, the sweetness began to solidify and frost over— an unfortunate effect from being in such proximity to the elderly Titan. Her snout burrowed down into the hardened chocolate, uneven, jagged teeth making short work of the sugary snack.

And it was divine.

She had never tasted anything as sweet as this, a sensation that tickled every tastebud and filled her with a rare, pleasant warmth. The kind of warmth she could feel when she thought of her son. The way his eyes sparkled when he discovered something new, the way he would grind his teeth when he was excited, the faint frost he would emit in a childish attempt to mimic her own icy breath.

It was the exact same nostalgic sweetness. The exact same.

For a brief moment, Shimo allowed her eyes to flutter shut as she soaked up the delightful feeling— until the faintest sound stirred her out of her trance. There was a small thing there, just beyond the ruins of the structure she had forced her way into. She could see it easily with how colorful it was, standing apart from the other fleeing members of its kind.

Shimo’s tongue curled against her upper jaw, licking away a stray drizzle of chocolate as she raised her head, crystalline spines glowing a faint, curious blue. The great Titan turned, taking only one step forward, for that was all she needed with her great stride to reach him, and lowered her head, turning it so a curious blue eye could assess this tiny being that smelled so strange and adorned itself in such eye catching attire.

She exhaled a cold breath, her gaze shining with that of an old intelligence, something higher than most animals had. For she was, for all intents and purposes, a deity. One of the first gods. And she had walked this earth before many others, even turned it to ice for many years.

Then came the voice.

Ancient, soft, feminine. Spoken not with the tongue, but of the mind.

“Curious little creature. Colored like the birds of the warm places, reeking of the sweet. You don’t even flee.”

She watched as the tiny things scrambled here and there beneath her clawed feet. They were still…a new thing to her. She predated them, existed before most things in this world, and had been trapped beneath the surface for many sunsets.

Shimo was not a malicious creature by nature. She wasn’t truly the terrible world ending beast the tyrant had forced her to be. But she would retaliate if the small creatures tried to test her might and harass her. They had before, but the two kings that had freed her assured her that the things- human beings - were not malevolent. That they were part of the Earth’s natural order, just as she was.

She had no choice now but to trust in them. Her white scales and ice like spines shimmered in the light of the glowing sun, a layer of frost spreading across the ground beneath her, creeping up the sides of crumbling buildings as she lumbered towards the smell that was so enticing.

It was Wonka’s factory and dwellings that she had been attracted too, lowering her snout beside the castle. With a low rumble and another exaggerated sniff, her head crashed through the glass panes and into the factory, a long blue tongue dipping curiously into the chocolate river.