The creature paced around, barely hovering over a pit of lava...or, rather, the mouth of a volcano that could erupt at any given moment.
But he was not afraid.
Though he had never touched magma before, he knew it couldn't hurt him.
The entire planet around him was completely barren, except for several volcanoes protruding from the surface.
Surely the only things here could not hurt him...?
Leaving his spot and wandering off, he already knew he wasn't going to find anything, or anyone.
He was the only person here, he could sense it.
...Where was he? Why was he the only one here?
The place felt unbearably lonely...
Wouldn't anyone come to a barren rock like this? Even if it was just to come take him away from this place...or to lecture the appearance.
Any contact would be nice.
...Was there anyone alive, besides him? Was there anything beyond this land he was circling?
He surely couldn't be all alone in creation?
His belly growled, interrupting his thoughts.
He put a hand on it, confused. Why did it make that noise? Why did it feel funny now?
He glanced around, ears perked curiously.
A river of lava was leaking down the side of a nearby volcano...
...that appeared to really be the only thing here.
Maybe that's what possessed him to go over, cup some lava into his hands...and try to drink it.
He had underestimated how hot the liquid would be, or how difficult it'd be to swallow.
Trying to do so easily began to clog his throat, and made his eyes water.
...yet, he managed.
Not only that, but he felt brave enough to do it multiple times, until he felt full.
Once he was done, he curled up on the warm ground, and drifted off to sleep, ignoring how his throat burned.
...and that became a pattern. A routine, of sorts, though he didn't know what that was.
He'd wake up every day, go wandering, eat, then fall back asleep, with a belly full of molten rock.
There wasn't really much else to do here...
He was all alone...
And he easily adjusted to that fact; as much as he hated, he was the only thing alive on this world. There was simply no one else, and no way to leave.
...How many days passed like that? How long was he alone?
Long enough that he stopped thinking, and became numb to it.
There was no point in letting his mind wander, no one was coming, ever.
No one...