Day 8! Not exactly gore but it’s still spooky. But! this chara actually has a story to go along with him bc I kinda sorta love the idea behind him…

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“Urgh…” Nodus groaned as he leaned his body against the rocky wall of his cave. He could feel his headaches returning as the bridge of his muzzle scrunched. This usually happened, and even if he was tired of them, Nodus couldn’t help but admit that it was part of his daily life now, ever since he had fled from the Hive years ago. He pressed a hoof full of holes to his forehead, closing his eyes as he thought back to why he even left. He remembered being horrified when his kind, the Changelings, attacked Canterlot- watching as his brothers and sisters mercilessly fed off the love the ponies possessed naturally. It was sickening, and to this day it still makes him uneasy to remember it. He decided to leave the Hive so he wouldn’t have to see it or be part of that any longer… or so he thought.

Bending to a new way to survive was… hard to say the least. No matter what he ate, he could never feel content, and as he thought this he looked to his pile of food. Berries, mushrooms, moss, and dried fish lay neatly aligned in their own piles… but nothing helped. Nothing could fill him like love could- and that fact scared him. Nodus didn’t want to, that was the issue. He wasn’t truly a regular Changeling with a hard exoskeleton and an even harder heart, he was just a kindhearted grub… a weakling as Chrysalis called him… He wished there was another way… then maybe everyone could get along…

The pain in his head grew, and he reeled backwards, his other front hoof anchoring against his temple. This is the worst it’s felt ever, and it only grew more severe. Nodus slammed his hooves back down on the ground, his entire being trembling. It wasn’t just his head that hurt… everything hurt! Tears stung his eyes and his lips quivered, sucking in shaky breaths. It hurts to breathe…

“Please… Please stop…!” He could hear himself begging, gritting his teeth. This feeling… and being… this… was truly a curse. His stomach- which seemed to grow thinner by the day- let off a loud, ravenous groan, making Nodus’ ears twitch. The skin under his exterior armor felt almost nonexistent as the flesh on his abdomen hugged tightly against his ribcage, more growls echoing through the cave. Nodus gasped for air as he kept his legs from buckling underneath him. Was this… death…? No- it couldn’t be! He couldn’t die now! He wanted to see so much, why did he have to die from simply being different?

And that’s when he felt it. A familiar tingling on his back hooves as they began to change. The sensation slowly travelled up his hind legs and tail as his body transformed. Saliva pooled in his mouth before escaping past his lower lip, dripping off his chin as his back hunched in agony. He knew what was happening, and he couldn’t stop it any longer. He closed his eyes as the tingling reached the tip of his nose then stopped, the transformation complete. His mind, although still the same, had new thoughts enter, and he had one thing he thought to do at that very moment.

Feed.