Editing Primordial Evolution Game/Central Legends (section)

==The White Slizer==

Zorastrian hunters try to fish... but they were attacked by a big albino ocean Slizer. Most of them survived with light wounds, except for one, who lost a leg.

A gathering of Lem hunters surrounded their handicapped brother on the beach where he was put to recover. He knew as well as the rest of them what this meant. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back to rest in the sand. The others drew close and raised their spears. They fell on him to a chorus of crashing waves. They devoured him under a steely sky. They absorbed his memories as if they were breathing in salty air. He made them stronger, and they resolved to face this challenge the world had thrown at them. It would make them stronger too. They would eat this creature, use its body, and learn how to do it again. First they had to prepare.

The next few days, the hunters in the south spend many hours swimming. They've found that they can use their head-tails to help propel them sufficiently. They do not require breaks for resting or breathing at the surface. They are driven to prove themselves.

The little army of Ahabs are ready to search for the white Slizer that killed their brethren. One of them turns to the others, and roused this speech:

"Brothers! Split your lungs with blood and thunder, when you see the white slizer! Break your backs and crack your arms, if you wish to prevail! This memory is what propels me... Harpoons, thrust in the sky! Aim directly at its crooked brows, and look it straight in the eyes!"

His brothers chant their battle-cry...

WHITE SLIZER, HOLY GRAIL!

WHITE SLIZER, HOLY GRAIL!

Something old awoke within the genetic memory of every single warrior gathered on the beach. Something feral and unbridled. Something that had not made itself known in even the fiercest hunts of the past several generations. Something that sprung up from darker days when their only two states of being were 'hungry' and 'killing'.

Cries, screams, roars, bellows. A furious declaration in the face of the world. If this creature was holy then their quest was to make its ferocity a part of their own. This sacrament would be spoken of for all time, eternally perfect in the genetic memory of all. The battle chorus drives the warriors into the surf, and they begin their hunt.

The sea-hunters did not see any white slizer during this hunt, but they did come upon a lone slizer, which did not react to their presence. Taking advantage of this, the sea-hunters descended upon the unlucky slizer in their rage.

The hunters return with the spear-riddled carcass of the slizer, but this does not satiate their fury. For until they find the white slizer and kill it, they will keep returning to those shores.