As some of you may know, I have become the keeper of a peculiar creature: a slug-flower abomination with a slimy flesh, and a flower that leaks liquid dust wherever it crawls. It whispers endlessly of its hunger for the vile, the disgusting, the wicked.. Though its appetite remains a mystery. I intend to discover what it is before it discovers what I am.

Here I will document it's growth. It's cravings.. Its evolutions.. The appetite.

Bring me your most vile appetizers. Tell me what you would feed it, or offer an actual item if you wish. I shall place your offering before the creature and observe its reaction. Will it swallow your gift with wet, shuddering delight, recoil as though offended, or whisper for something even more wretched?

Join me in witnessing its growth and strange evolution. Each offering may invoke another change. We may come closer to understanding this creature, though what it becomes, and what it may recognize as food, is beyond my knowledge for now.

Rewards are granted at my discretion, guided by the creature's reaction and my own judgment. You may receive no more than a word of thanks, or perhaps something far more extraordinary: one of its offspring, should any ever appear.

The First Feeding.. 

The Sapwrack Snailbloom stirs..

It's head.. or front part.. or.. whatever.. extends from beneath the shell, rearing up into the air as though tasting it. The creature inches toward the offering. A glistening trail of slime follows its sluggish advance.

It touches the sweat butter.

For a moment, nothing happens.

Then, the snail retracts halfway back into its shell, shuddering with what might be disgust.. or delight.. The mouth opens, the blob envelops the offering in front and closes, and opens again. It is greedily scraping the last greasy traces from the offering.

A faint, sour smell rises from its body. Somewhere deep within the shell, something gurgles.

It seems sated. For now.. 

The Second Feeding...

The Snail settles against the Grasan's enormous belly. Quickly, a thick translucent slime begins to ooze from beneath its body, spreading over the Grasan's skin in a glistening film. The snail seems in no hurry to eat. It simply stays where it is, allowing its foul secretions to do the work..

Soon after this, a rancid stench begins to rise. Tiny bubbles form in the slime, and the Grasan's flesh slowly softens beneath it, turning pale and mushy where it touches the slime. The process is painfully gradual. The slime creeps further across the creature's body, dissolving the outer layers into a foul, greasy sludge that the Snailbloom absorbs at its leisure.

Hours pass, and the Grasan remains far too large to be consumed in any quick sense. Yet where the slime has spread, its flesh has begun to lose its shape, sinking into a widening pool of disgust. 

The Snailbloom barely moves, occasionally extending slightly or shifting its weight to reach a fresh patch of flesh. Its shell glistens with moisture, and the stench grows stronger still.

The Third "Feeding"...

The Sapwrack Snailbloom seems to be in no hurry to finish its Grasan. The enormous creature is still slowly dissolving beneath its foul slime, and the stench suggests there is plenty of work left to do. When approached, the Snailbloom extends a feeler and seems to ask for a little warmth. 

Perhaps even a creature with such a dreadful appetite needs the occasional cuddle between meals.

(It just asked heat...)

The Fourth Feeding... A gift from the East: The Caretaker's Mould-Marked Cord

The Sapwrack Snailbloom extends its slimey body towards the Caretaker's Mould-Marked Cord. 

The moment its slime touches the rotting wood, a faint fizzing and sizzling begins, and the damp cellar stench surrounding the item grows considerably worse. 

It slowly envelops the cord, plaque and all, as though savoring each layer of decay. The shriveled ear disappears beneath a particularly juicy blob of slime. 

The Snail settles down contentedly. At last, a gift with some proper character.

The Fifth and Sixth feedings... Homecooking!

The Sapwrack Snailbloom eagerly extends its bodytowards the grey mash, seemingly delighted by its foul stench. Its house wiggles on its back out of excitement. Its glistening slime slowly spreads across the offering, and a faint bubbling rises from beneath its body. The creature settles down to digest, leaving behind little more than a greasy, grey residue. The smell, however, lingers long after the meal has disappeared.

When the second helping arrives two days later, the Snailbloom seems to recognize the familiar delicacy. It wastes no time enveloping the fresh portion in its digestive slime. Its body twitches contentedly as it settles in for another long feeding. Whatever went into this recipe, the Snailbloom appears quite fond of it.

Edited October 24Oct 24 by Marvolo

An interesting Adventure. And one I would like to give a gift to. Marvolo, would a 5 Year 7 Month Grasan Huvourer be adequate for your requirements? If ever youve been near when one makes Grasan Ferment... Well. I think it meets your vision. You tell me.

29 minutes ago, Fang Archbane said:

An interesting Adventure. And one I would like to give a gift to. Marvolo, would a 5 Year 7 Month Grasan Huvourer be adequate for your requirements? If ever youve been near when one makes Grasan Ferment... Well. I think it meets your vision. You tell me.

Sound like quite a snack. If you are willing to part with it, I will offer it on a platter.

A new feeding has been documented in the initial post.

The third "feeding" has been documented.

Three more feedings were documented.