"The King Neverwas!"

[misterhix]

It doesn't really look like anything but it is certainly there, a shape you know but don't see. The fluff is real, or more an idea of what fluff is. The teeth constantly grind giving the impression of "It" being stressed but then again that could only portray an idea, not proof. How would a thing like this even conceive of stress?
For all it knows it may not even exist.
The crown is real and yet it is transparent, like an image of a thing painted on glass. The illusion of a thing.
It is in the heart of the plaza, it is here, all can see it and soon a small group come to gaze at the sheer oddness of it's being.
It floats ten feet square and dripping a substance onto the floor from matted clumps of what can be imagined to be hair or fur.
The being itself is still but for the mild drifting up and down so methodically important to the illusion of floating that it might be doing it on purpose.
It is aware of the people and aware that they are aware of it. It has begun to realize itself and in the budding moments of it's first ever thought it feels an overpowering surge within itself, a driving force with no destination and no rudder.
What does a being that was not even aware it could be a moment ago say?
Without moving it's massive jaws the words carry on the very winds of consciousness to all who are near.

"BEHOLD. I AM!"

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[shardofwinter]

After the creature finishes giving a rather apt description of the bars, Reynard's all smiles and only partly sarcastic. "Yes, good fun all round."

The thing's preference of the wilds is a little surprising to him. It doesn't look natural to him, or perhaps it's natural but in an unusual form. Better to say it looks alien to him whereas nature is incredibly familiar. He looks the being up and down, unsure what to make of it, barely noticing the gust of wind while he tries to figure out the entity in front of him. "Good choice."

[misterhix]

At those words it collapses, the great pink square of mass hit the floor with a thud and broke into dozens of parts, wet shag, huge teeth, even the crown fell and hit the floor, a perfect 2 dimensional object, totally immovable from where it fell.
In the heart of the broken pile of matter there was a large egg that immediately fractures and from it sprang a mass of tendrils that weaved into a human form, though much taller than the average human. They incorporated pieces of the broken shell like armour, on the chest, pelvis and head, arms and legs. Accenting joints and such.
It's head was not wholly unhuman with the typical features marked by depressions and protrusions but all through it the red veins worked in and out of it. Knitting the being together.
It all happened in maybe a second and a half before it stood there in front of Reynard as if nothing peculiar had happened at all.
"CHOICE IS ALL, ACTION IS. GOOD IS IDEALS, MALLEABLE, SUBJECTIVE, YOU ASK A QUESTION IN IT. WHAT IS GOOD?"
Two answers would be better than one. The other timeline would grant this one perspective. It however did not perceive of this, it merely knew it had asked the same question twice and that it asked both at the same time to different people in different realities.