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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 eventually.

She did return, with several strong-looking men at her back,…

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Becoming, Part XI

Becoming, Part X

I did not follow Rystala’s instructions to the letter. After she left, I finished the tea, pouring a new cup for myself from the kettle while I considered my next move. It seems that I was passable enough as a human, now, that she had not questioned leaving me alone in her home.

I decided that I wanted to know more about her home. I had never had the opportunity to see how human…

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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 it was larger, overall, than the first space into which she invited me. There was a wall at the opposite end…

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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 so that I didn’t stumble across them accidentally.

Exploring without a map and with only a vague…

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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 the oddity of multiple, vastly different perceptions and communications, all happening at…

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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 that I had finally lost.

For decades, and more, I slid across my territory, consuming whatever I wished with…

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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 I was specifically seeking to interact with humans in a capacity other than as food. I cleared the…

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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 of analysis conducted while dissolving and investigating so many living creatures. I imitated the…

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