Becoming, Part I Becoming, Part XIV Sometimes I still reflect back on that first meeting with Jorun, and I wonder whether it had more of an impact upon me that I first realized. He was the first human I had met who, upon seeing me for what I was, reacted not with fear, but with … Continue reading Becoming, Part XV
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Becoming, Part XIV
Becoming, Part XIII I once thought that I was invincible. I think you can see how I arrived at that conclusion. After all, nothing in the span of my years had ever presented a true threat to me: not my siblings, not animals I encountered in the woods, and not humans, who I had once … Continue reading Becoming, Part XIV
Becoming, Part XII
First Entry: Becoming, Part I Latest Entry: Becoming, Part XI The humans removed me from the village. Perhaps this should not have surprised me, but it did, at the time. Rystala stormed off after my proclamation, but I simply sat and waited for her, expecting that, as this was her home, she would be forced to return … Continue reading Becoming, Part XII
Becoming, Part X
Becoming, Part IX I followed Rystala inside the dwelling. I had never been inside a human home before. It was a new and interesting experience. I had no way of knowing whether or not Rystala kept a typical home. I knew, from the view of the dwelling I had taken in while we approached, that … Continue reading Becoming, Part X
Becoming, Part IX
I didn’t know which human to approach first, or even what proper protocol might be for approaching one of the humans. Instead, I began by walking straight down one of the paths that had been cut into the hillside. It wavered a bit from right to left as it travelled between the terraces, but at … Continue reading Becoming, Part IX
Becoming, Part VIII
Becoming, Part VII Finding humans was the first part of the new challenge I had set for myself. In my old territory, I’d had an idea of where I could find human settlements. I had never visited them, preferring to hunt isolated groups of humans instead, but I’d kept a mental note of their locations … Continue reading Becoming, Part VIII
Becoming, Part VII
Becoming, Part VI It is an odd thing, to exist in two places at once. It is a circumstance which I suspect the vast majority of beings do not ever have the opportunity to experience. I experience it often, now, and I have become accustomed to the difficulties of manipulating multiple bodies in tandem; of … Continue reading Becoming, Part VII
Becoming, Part VI
Becoming, Part V Though I would never have admitted at the time — indeed, I may have lacked the capacity to even realize it — that encounter shook me. I was not bothered by the death, of course, having become quite accustomed to the spectacle over the years. No, what shook me was the fact … Continue reading Becoming, Part VI
Becoming, Part IV
As I waited for the approach of the Roamers, I did two things. First, I collected food from my surroundings in a way that required little effort. I generally refrained from consuming anything that I considered to be of less value than a human meal, but I made an exception, since for the second time … Continue reading Becoming, Part IV
Becoming, Part III
Becoming, Part II The first thing I did was begin to circulate nutrients through the eye to keep it alive and functioning. I didn’t know the scientific terms for what I was doing, nor did I realize how complex and impressive my own actions were. I knew only what I had gleaned from my years … Continue reading Becoming, Part III
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