Mannequins moving, my mind barely understands...
It had been seen. Somehow, recently, it had been seen. That should not have happened, there should have been nothing that could have seen it but it had been seen nonetheless. And then it had found it, a place it could not reach, a single place where it was barred from entering. Much time had passed while it searched but it soon found what it needed, a simple crack, a small break where it could enter. It had done so, formless and dark, it had dripped into this place where once it had been barred and crept beneath the place.
Now it felt something on itself and knew it was light. That should not have been. It must know more. It would know more.
But it needed a shape. One that would be seen but not seen, a small one. Many small ones.
It segmented itself further, splitting into smaller parts and then it began. Bits and pieces were selected and assigned their place in the forms. As the shapes began to take form it felt something: pain, it identified. It chose the appropriate reaction and a dozen tiny voices shrieked in agony all as one. Wings, claws, feathers, eyes... the eyes were difficult, always wrong. Windows to the soul. It was impossible to make them not look empty.
The shapes were done, the pain ended and the voices ceased their screams and all stood as one. It was time to see. It was time to know.
Somewhere in Attleton, a flock of sparrows took to the air and scattered over the sector.
[OOC: Something has appeared in Genessia and is stalking the typically normal streets of Attleton. It seems like it's just stopping in to look around for the moment but who knows what might happen if your character should come across it.]
Now it felt something on itself and knew it was light. That should not have been. It must know more. It would know more.
But it needed a shape. One that would be seen but not seen, a small one. Many small ones.
It segmented itself further, splitting into smaller parts and then it began. Bits and pieces were selected and assigned their place in the forms. As the shapes began to take form it felt something: pain, it identified. It chose the appropriate reaction and a dozen tiny voices shrieked in agony all as one. Wings, claws, feathers, eyes... the eyes were difficult, always wrong. Windows to the soul. It was impossible to make them not look empty.
The shapes were done, the pain ended and the voices ceased their screams and all stood as one. It was time to see. It was time to know.
Somewhere in Attleton, a flock of sparrows took to the air and scattered over the sector.
[OOC: Something has appeared in Genessia and is stalking the typically normal streets of Attleton. It seems like it's just stopping in to look around for the moment but who knows what might happen if your character should come across it.]