Atlas log 3

The smell of fuel.
 Boat fuel..
 It pollutes my nose, in a curiously satisfying way.  What's more, it comes carrying people and food. An odd vibration coming out of this one, and I recognize the passengers.. the old man and his eldest child.

Strange though, it's so very early, and already they're trailing their prey... I can't tell anything from the taste of the blood in the water. It makes no sense, when these people catch their food it doesn't bleed out as much as these fish are.
And this blood isn't fresh either. What would Ogos say?

Time to get close up, without being seen.

Lots of blood in the water.. old blood, but still sweet. Almost satisfying, it's pulling me in for more and more and more...

Oh fuck.

It seems as though I've been caught.

Ogopogo!

Help!

Atlas blog 01

Lots of things in my head today. The inability to put together my own existence...
The knowledge that if I don't the rest of the world will suffer..

Ogopogo is aloof.
He has no care for the things that are important to me. He has no idea of how his actions affect the world that I want to exist in.
It's time for me to leave.
But I know in my heart, that I can't leave him yet. There are still lessons that I have to learn. Actions that will preserve myself that only the Ogos can teach me.

But if I don't go soon..  I will destroy him


Powerful or not. He knows.



I'm a force he can't control

Atlas log 2

My mind is growing

There are thoughts that I can't control...
The people, the girl... Mads...

Hate and care blend together in a sort of double edged tooth. Neither will win, they'll both just eat each other until one of them caves into the other.

And the worst part is,  I don't know which one I'd rather side with.

And that's why it's time to go.

Ogos doesn't understand. How could he? He hasn't eaten a human in ions. His disconnection from their world is synonymous with his incomprehension towards mine.

My  father... my  real father...
That's my first target.

If I find him, maybe i'll understand just what it is that I am

Chapter II: ATLAS

Geese.
Tons of tasty geese.

Just hangin' out on a lake, no care for the fishes.

Nor fear of the fishes.


Until something sharp points out of the lake, and doom slips on in.

But something catches its attention, something he's smelled before, but never so freshly...
Blood.

More to the point, dogs blood.


He swims up to the side of the lake, and circles the scent.

Not sure of what kind of creature it is, Atlas swims behind some brush and takes a hunting observation.
Some kind of bird?  No.
One of the 'people' the Ogopogo talked so much about, maybe?

No...
 Atlas turned it over in his mind,

They were supposed to look more like me, he concluded.

Whatever it is, it's irresistible.  And with one injured leg,
 it's basically dinner.

In a clumsy jump, he propels himself from the water and onto the injured mut, sinking his teeth quickly around the leg, taking it all with him.  The dog begins to yelp, while Atlas can only smell blood.
Unaware of the deep set instincts in his genetic makeup, he can only think to devour the rest of the writhing animal.
With eyes bigger than his stomach, Atlas unhinges his jaw and pounces upon the head of the dog, taking the head in one clean bite.

But Atlas is still small.  Not much bigger than the terrier, he fills quickly, and finds himself bloated before his meal is finished.

Then another sound, a strange one.
Two of them.

Atlas, bloated and stuffed, flops back into the lake and swims into cover to watch the two creatures, slightly taller than Atlas himself, wail and cry over the scraps of his dinner.

But out of the corner of its eye, one of these  two legged people creatures notices Atlas' fin, and they scream, turn tail, and run.


After several minutes pass Atlas returns to the leftover carcass and takes it with him, back to his lair, to show his guardian.