Mnemosyne
Your name is Enigma (at least you think it is) , and you've been wading through thigh high blue grass under a gentle green sky for what truly couldn't be more than a handful of hours, yet it feels like it's been days. All your memories are on the tip of your tongue and yet you cannot think of things you cannot see. You can remember...the concept of plants yet you know none save for grass. You think grass shouldn't normally be this tall, or this color at all... but you can't remember. The same applies to the sky, with its twin red suns, almost too bright to look at, but neither quite there. It feels like something is holding onto your memories, giving them to you piece by piece, that is, when it is satisfied with your progress.
The words for things only come back after you've seen them. You can imagine things, such as a refreshing liquid the color of the sky...what is it? A question that burned like the dual suns until you eventually found a break in the azure grass, and in the center, it's there. You hadn't realized you craved it until you found it. A large pool of mint colored water. You rush over to it, and by some instinct, starting to catch some in your hands, bringing it to your mouth and drinking as though you were an empty jug that needed filling. Finally having your thirst sated, you lean back, and notice that you see something in the water. It causes you to jump back a little, hissing for some reason primal. For a tense moment, you glare at the water, waiting for something to attack, until you realize nothing might happen. You crawl back towards the water's edge, and stare at the thing in the water again. You poke it, observing the ripples carefully and realize... it's your reflection. You decide to spend a few minutes studying your appearance.
You can't remember any standard of what you used to look like, nor what you're supposed to look like. You aren't sure what normal is supposed to like, but should your lips be so thin and long? You seem to be stricken with a wicked set of teeth as well. You have a nagging feeling that perhaps your maw should not be so big when you open it fully. Your maw isn't even the worst of it though. Your fingers are long, slender, texture a mixture of porcelain and good leather, this isn't even mentioning the serrated, yet flat...fingernails? They were all at least half an inch long, each fingernail acute like a razor tooth.
You stood up, which gave you a good look at your unclothed body. Your body was peculiar to say for the least. Your skin looked like liquid porcelain had been poured onto raw, lean muscle. It had the slightest sheen to it, the molten porcelain skin almost too tight to hold your innards. Almost. All the more strange, a hairline crack from the center of your chest down to just where your hips met was all that marked your body.
Out of nowhere, the crack began to split further, leading you to panic until you realized...You had done that. It was under your control and you could fix it. For a little bit, you experimented, making it wiggle and widen but you dared not test to see how far it would open. You traced your finger along the crack gingerly, After a while, you decided to be daring, opening it wider and wider, until you realized there was just more white, except this white was ivory, like bone. Teeth? An entire second mouth?
A bit wider, and oh god it felt like your skin was finally fitting right, no longer so dreadfully tight, it felt so sweet. The mouth was an oval, with no lips. The teeth were all small, but sharp, and they fit together like a zipper almost. To sate further curiosity, you opened further, so the teeth parted and showed a fleshy, concave opening. Truly, another mouth, a stomach, both? And then you realized each side had three, peculiar tentacle-esque tongues. None could go more than a few inches out of your gaping maw, but you got back onto your knees cautiously, and used the tongues to drink more of the water.
After a few minutes of drinking, you felt waterlogged, but you also felt a different kind of thirst gnaw at your lower gut. However, you couldn't resist a fresh, primal urge to collapse into the softer, shorter grass. You curled up on your back, and you were sure you could feel water leaking from your lower maw, for some reason. You were too tired to investigate further, or even give it a second thought, and within minutes, you fell into a quiet, dreamless sleep.
(END CHAPTER 1: An Enigmatic Introduction)
Your name is Enigma, and you have just been startled awake by a monster. Pale flesh with freckles, it couldn't have been more than six feet tall, so it stood a few inches below you. It had a short but puffy black mane atop its head alone, though its claws were not threatening. However, it carried a long steel talon, bound with leather at the base as so not to cut it's hand. A sword. In these very moments you were processing all this, being attacked, a flow of words returned to you. Human. Sword. Clothes. Fight. Death. Some of those you knew the concept of but had no word, the way you needed water to live but had no name for it nor knew what it was until you saw it.
The monster was called a human, and it used clothes to protect its weak skin, armed with a sword. You aren't quite sure why this rather weak creature was attacking something bigger such as you, but you didn't exactly have time to ponder it before instincts kicked in. The human had awoken you by swinging his sword over his head and bringing it down upon your back, which cracked your peculiar, molten-esque chassis. There was a pressurized hiss coming from the crack, making you shriek and get on all fours. You hastily got to your feet, opening your facial maw, arms thrown back as you let out a shrill howl.
Your chassis had caused the human to stumble back, and the awful noise you made caused the human to flinch. Within moments ruled by instinct, you had tackled the human, tore away the cloth armor, and your lower maw began to devour, tongues lashing and getting every drop of blood. It felt as though you were watching it happen through somebody else's eyes, the feeling orgasmic as you consumed the still squirming and screaming human. Your lower maw had gone for the human's gut first. The human weakly tried to drive you off by bashing you with the hilt of the sword, to very little avail. Eventually, the squealing and dull banging of the sword hilt on your skin faded, the only noise left being the wind rustling softly through the tall grass, and the wonderfully grotesque wet sounds of life being torn apart.
Eventually, you came back to your senses, hard liquid skin covered in blood, and gore. You weren't sure how long you had been eating, but sometime after the human died, you blacked out in ecstasy from a hunger fulfilled, your instincts guiding your hungry jaws and claws. But now you felt heavy, no longer feather light and swift like a well oiled machine. Now, you lumbered, red, dripping, and sticky over to the water, and as you leaned over the pool of water, the crack on your back let out a wretched hiss, and you shrieked in pain. That shriek rung out across the plains, through the tall blue grass, and you dropped to all fours, using your hands in an attempt to at least wash the clumps of gore off. This, you managed to do cautiously yet successfully. Frankly, you had to give it to the human, they seemed to have left you with an injury that could prove permanent. The blood came off your skin rather easily.