Etchings in the fabric of time - First entry.
I'm (concept of stale earth, rotted soil, fresh breezes, weakness) of Clan (stellar bodies, supernovas, ideas, rebirth), but it's easier to call me Bitsy...
Not long ago I found a temporal manifold unmarked as claimed by the High Council of Meals.
((Bitsy is four feet, five inches tall. It's got overly-large, pointed ears and six completely biological arms, all prehensile. It walks on two legs, is upright, and has a rather large sensory organ on a tail that reaches up behind it like a kind of scorpion's. Bitsy has what appears to be chitinous, furred plating across most of its torso; its tail and arms are leathery and very dry. Its legs are built for long-distance jumping and short-range rapid closing.))
The High Council of Meals is responsible for dividing regions of space
to the Clans... They haven't been very organized since (concepts of
spinal mountains, small family units being a good thing, tight-knit
homes, and patience) of Clan (concept of energy, heat, motion,
destruction and new beginnings) was killed by some of the local food
supply...
In the chaos, they never did mark ownership a section of time known as Patchwork Earth to its inhabitants until after I claimed it.
I holed up in the underpinnings of the reality, snatching at any DNA I could grab, only managing about fifteen individual lifeforms.
And then everything changed...
I do not know what I should do with my life. With my freedom from incessant hunger.
I shall find new purpose. I shall grow strong enough to defend myself against even the largest of Other, as is my creation-right...
Do I share this gift with my people? Do I simply lay down and die?
My people have always been driven by their desires. I do not wish to lay down and die, so I shall not. I know what I shall not do.
But what about what I shall?
Not long ago I found a temporal manifold unmarked as claimed by the High Council of Meals.
((Bitsy is four feet, five inches tall. It's got overly-large, pointed ears and six completely biological arms, all prehensile. It walks on two legs, is upright, and has a rather large sensory organ on a tail that reaches up behind it like a kind of scorpion's. Bitsy has what appears to be chitinous, furred plating across most of its torso; its tail and arms are leathery and very dry. Its legs are built for long-distance jumping and short-range rapid closing.))
The High Council of Meals is responsible for dividing regions of space
to the Clans... They haven't been very organized since (concepts of
spinal mountains, small family units being a good thing, tight-knit
homes, and patience) of Clan (concept of energy, heat, motion,
destruction and new beginnings) was killed by some of the local food
supply...
In the chaos, they never did mark ownership a section of time known as Patchwork Earth to its inhabitants until after I claimed it.
I holed up in the underpinnings of the reality, snatching at any DNA I could grab, only managing about fifteen individual lifeforms.
And then everything changed...
I do not know what I should do with my life. With my freedom from incessant hunger.
I shall find new purpose. I shall grow strong enough to defend myself against even the largest of Other, as is my creation-right...
Do I share this gift with my people? Do I simply lay down and die?
My people have always been driven by their desires. I do not wish to lay down and die, so I shall not. I know what I shall not do.
But what about what I shall?