Amiva is a courtesan of the
Court_Of_Predators. All prefs be there, yo.
"Hush hush hush, little hatchling. Look at you, so lost, so afraid, so helpless. Come to me, come to Mama Amiva. I'll nestle you close beneath me, I'll keep you safe from all this unfriendly, frightening world. I'll make sure you never fear anything again... except me."
Name: अमीवा कुक्कुटशावक (Sanskrit), pronounced Amiva Kuku Taz Avaka.
Age: 43
Species: Colossal, malevolently-born spirit hen
Occupation: Trickster, Commander of Spirits, and mercilessly maternal predator
Place of Origin: Muara Teweh, Indonesia.
Origins
Spirits are real.
This isn't very shocking, of course. In the big wide world, so are aliens, gods, demons, angels, and even living stars. By comparison, spirits are just half-formed currents of sentience, barely alive in the first place and unable to do more than ocasionally cause illnesses, possess people, and in general make a nuisance of themselves. They're not very impressive creatures.
But the important thing about this, Amiva will be delighted to tell you, is that because spirits are real, so are many of the ways for dealing with them. Throwing salt over your shoulder can ward them off, as with the European tradition. Banging drums and gongs during parades can frighten them away, as with the Japanese tradition. And, as with the Indonesian tradition, if you bring a chicken to the funeral of a relative, the bird will act as a channel for evil spirits to enter, and so all the people present will be safe. The chicken itself is then returned to its normal life, as there's not much evil spirits can do in a chicken's body, and they will soon leave.
Or so the superstition goes. And it's right, there isn't much spirits can do with a chicken, small, weak, and rather dim.
The egg growing inside it, on the other hand...
Amiva hatched from an coal-black egg the size of two clenched fists, and ate all her brother and sister chicks in the first two weeks of her life. Her poor mother and father followed a few months later, swallowed whole and digested by the ravenously hungry malevolence-chick. Amiva's owners were farmers, poor and uneducated, and while they mourned the loss of their best layer - assuming they'd been dragged off by hungry predators - they had high hopes for her only daughter. By the time she was a year old, Amiva stood three feet high, and the few hungry predators who hadn't been hunted down to fuel her gluttony stayed as far away from the farm as possible.
And yet, although she was fully intending to add her owners to her growing girth as soon as she grew big enough, Amiva couldn't help but find them fascinating. She listened to them, and snuggled up to them at night. She learned their language, and through that learned of a much bigger world outside of her territory, and all the other things - delicious, enjoyable,
breakable things - which lived in that world. She even learned a little about what she was, and was all the more delighted for it. Amiva decided then that she would travel the world, and learn everything she could about it, and herself. And if she could have some fun along the way, and perhaps a chick of her own, all the better. For her.
The next time Amiva's owners attended a funeral, it was with a towering, feathered monster in tow. Amiva had grown to the size of a horse, and was still growing. And although her owners had been mesmerised into noticing nothing unusual about the colossal, plump, thickly-fluffed hen... the other attendees did. Not that it saved them.
That day Amiva left her home forever, the remains of her old life screaming their last within her and jiggling gorgeously on her thighs. The world awaited. Since then, she has travelled across it as she pleases, making and taking hatchlings, exploring, inventing, and acting on her every malicious whim.
Description
Amiva is a curious creature. Her body was moulded while still in the egg, to act as the outlet for a colossal amount of dark spiritual energy. The resulting power pulses in her every feather, and is responsible for her enormous size and intelligence, and for her equally enormous appetite. A lot of energy is required to keep that conduit stable, after all.
Amiva stands a total of twelve feet and nine inches tall, and weighs nearly four tonnes. A good part of that colossal weight is made of her thick, gorgeously soft plumage, feathers fountaining from every inch of her, rich enough to bury a live person in and the tawny colour of a forest in autumn. An even greater part of her weight, however, is made of the remains of past meals, lives melted slowly away to pad her thighs, belly and undertail with soft, jiggling pudge. Amiva takes enormous pride in her appearance, and in every extra pound she carries.
Amiva's beak can fit around human-sized prey effortlessly, although she has stretched wide enough to accomodate dragons before. Her belly is capable of holding multiple such beakfuls, cradling them in its pillowy softness as its bubbling vat melts them away to fuel her colossal form. Heavy meals form a delightful sagging bulge between her legs, which Amiva takes no end of pleasure in grinding against her sex... and whoever's stuffed in there. Her rear is no less dangerous than her front, her nethers and her tailhole plump, pulsing, and greedily ready to slurp up whatever they can.
Personality
Amiva is everything which might be expected from a creature awash with whispering influences from the moment she hatched: inquisitive, playful, hedonistic, and totally, utterly amoral. For every moment of her life, she has heard the soft voices of her dear spirit friends, driving her to indulge every temptation. She is gentle and tender, but every action she takes is calculated to cause the maximum amount pleasure for her, and the maximum amount of misery for everyone else.
Although she is a horrific monster, Amiva is still, on some level, a mortal being, and so she is still a deeply maternal mother-hen. She considers her victims to be her hatchlings as well as her prey and future pudge, and treats them as such, brooding over their squirming forms protectively and gently directing them towards the worst depths of their terror. Amiva never raises her voice, always speaking in a soft, soothing churr totally at odds with her merciless actions. But to her, there is no distinction. She loves her little hatchlings, and that's why she wants to see them in the best place she could imagine: padding her gorgeous body.
Powers
Amiva's perverted, blackened soul is like a beehive for spirits, which nestle in every part of her, murmuring in her subconscious and fuelling her gluttonous, cruel, lustful desires. She is very fond of every one of them, and can command them with ease to perform all manner of magical acts. She can mesmerise her prey into adoring her, preserve their soul after death, (some say dozens of consciousnesses still jiggle, aware and helpless, on her plump belly) wipe her presence from the minds of others, twist plants and animals to her will, and much, much more. She is clever, charming, and utterly relentless when she knows what she wants. And even without her supernatural strength, she can crush a car just by sitting down on it. What will she do to you?
Say hello. Don't be afraid. Mama's going to give you everything a darling little slut like you deserves.