He comes to my call as if reeled in upon an unseen tether; who dare makes use of soul bonds when one is so wrapped up as Jumanji? The pleasure of his near immediate presence is soon eclipsed by the delectable aroma of rank meat upon his breath. He returns with the mangled carcass dropped before his massive paws and with a ferocious hunger she rises to her paws to devour what he has left for her alone. ”You have very much to learn…” I speak between two consumed chunks of muscle and flesh. Abyssal eyes search upward for him as jaws of stygian tones drips slowly with the fresh blood.

The cries of the two whelps behind me urge my instinctual side to return to them and yet I must eat if they wish to keep me around for longer than this. My strength is already waning and I assume that I will not fare well if Jumanji cannot continue to feed us at this rate. My petite jaws rip and shred at the most tender of areas upon the corpse until I am sure that I can no longer ingest any more. Only then do I return to our children.

I circle around them, nudging each with a blood soaked maw before stretching out behind them and sighing heavily. ”Have I ever told you of where I hail from?” It is a simple enough question and yet I do not recall if the subject has come up in our whirlwind of a romance. Whether or not he answers as I had expected, I continue on with my thoughts. ”I have much history among those of the divine type – cast from my seat within Heaven for my… carnal sins,” I continue with emphasis given upon the word ‘carnal’ along with a knowing look toward him.

”Anyway… our children in regards their names. My previous offspring were promised to be plagues upon the earth by none other than the god himself yet none have lived up to my expectations,” A sigh is given between sentences. ”Perhaps these will offer a bit more promise if they were to be deemed suitable names,” I look down to them, nudging each of the two as I contemplate what they must be called.