There's something like loud static all around me. Small spines are either forcing their way from my face, or into it. I can't tell the difference. All my senses are being assaulted from one direction or another.
Sound; Overwhelming static. It's like someone is stepping on leaves all around me.
Taste: There's blood in my mouth. Or maybe snot from a runny nose? I'm too numb to tell the difference.
Touch; Sharp, breif pains assail me all over. Like little needles. Each instance of pain is offensive, then it becomes awkwardly soothing before several similar feelings in the area, and all over my body for that matter, draw my attention.
Sight; Darkness. I know my eyes are open. I can feel air and chills running into and across them, but all I can see is darkness.
Smell; Death. I can smell rotting flesh, or something similar. Its calming to me. It's compelling me to move. I want to go closer to it. I'm....hungry?
I painfully drag myself toward the smell. The ground is abrasive and rough. Am I naked? My instincts tell me I should be gentle with my body. My skin should remain smooth and beautiful. I can find more food that way.
"Food"...?
My hands fall on something furry soon enough. It wasn't far away. Its placement near my head tells me something left it for me. I want to call that thing Father. Yes..."Father" is certainly a "Thing". A more fitting word for him might be "Master". This Father I have imagined is less inviting than the cool, wet fur in my hands now. This Father is a monster.
I bring my mouth to the fur and bite into it. My teeth skin into its flesh easily and I pull my head back while shoving it away. It feels good to eat raw and rotting flesh. Although I could do without the rotting part, and I would certainly perfer the taste of cooked food. This sensation feels "correct".
My body immidiately reacts to the food I've begun to consume. I can feel strength in my limbs. My vision, although a gray, blurry mass is no longer dark. My skin is becoming less sensitive. My nose tells me the thing before me is a hound. My mind is begining to fill with sensations it can't keep up with or comprehend.
I was created by "master" less than a day ago. My lifeless body was left here with this food and I awoke to the rain's sounds and feelings. My vision starts to become clearer. I can see puddles of water in front of me and my eyes catch dropplets as they fall from the sky. I want more. I want to explore my body more, so I hastily bite into the hound's carcass again and again. It feels so good to eat. I'm a baby, afterall.
I lick my bloody lips and stand. I can feel the energy coursing through me. The scenery around me is either dour or beauitful. So much rain and mud blotting out all these colors I've never seen. It's all so new to me that I want to giggle. I want to play, but my only toy is alread dead. I need to find another. I want to feel good. I want to make more of myself so they can feel good too. I want to breed, and then kill, but I don't know where to begin.
I cross my arms over my ample chest and glare at my situation. I don't mind being naked, but others will. I can't lure them to me if I am unlike them. I have to find one of them and assault them like a beast. For this hunt, I will be an animal.
I prance to a tree and climb it swiftly. My finger nails are more akin to claws in how easily they tear through the wood. It feels good to do it. I want to tear through other things. I scratch my arm curiously with my claw, and nothing happens. My skin is too strong, so I'll have to derive pleasure from someone else's. Through the rain i can taste and smell smoke. There is a home nearby.
I don't need to be stealthy. I don't need to be careful. My senses will lead my too it and they wont be able to stop me. I leap from the tree, landing on all four of my limbs and canter for a bit before raising to my legs and sprinting toward the direction of the homestead. I'm so fast! I don't want to stop running because it's so fun!
I have to, though, or I'll crash into the house. I can see it from the ridge I'm on. In the rain is a cozy home with a family inside. They're speaking. Speaking? I want to speak too. I creep closer, abandoning my rush. I have plenty of time. They don't spot me as I lay against their wall and listen to them through it.
The newborn daughter of the La'Mina family died. It seemed to be natural. That's unfortunate. I want to eat these speaking creatures, but I don't like the death of newborns. Probably because I want to have newborns of my own. I lay for hours, listening to the house's words and absoring them. They call each other odd words that have no meaning, except to be called by them. Names. I want a name too. The La'Mina family's daughter was named Saelin. Since she wont be needing her name, I'll take it.
"Saelin La'Mina" I speak the name to myself gleefully. I feel so real.
"Who's there?" A man asks from inside the house, having heard me.
I have taken from them what I need. Speach. A Name. All I need now is food and procreation. I turn over and strike the wall of the home, causing it to crumble and bring a small portion of the house with it. I hear a child scream as it gets crushed under the debris and a mother figure cry out in horror. The man was clear of the falling roof, so I go for him first. I grab him and tackle him to the ground. The woman cries out again for fear of the man's fate. i'm hungry, but I also want to play.
I grab the man to his feet and stand, turning him to face to woman with me behind him. I then thrust my claws through his chest and receive another satisfying scream of terror. I bite into his should and tear a portion free, reveling in the woman's cries of terror. She's not afraid enough to remain still, however. She grabs an iron rod and charges at me. It's fighting back.
As it hopelessly swings the rod, I grab it and tear it free from the woman's hands, harming her in the process with my excessive force. I throw the man off me and onto her, then impale them and pin them to the debris. That wasn't as exciting as using my claws, though. They're all dead now, so I can't have much more fun.
To enjoy a degree of simply pleasure, I slowly tear pieces from their bodies before eating them. I'm a lady afterall, I can't just eat with my mouth only. I regret not having sex with the man, but I have to ensure my body is well fed and in good condition. As I eat I hear a hissing sound. The child whom I thought to be dead is still alive, crushed under the rubble and watching me eat its parents. It shreaks when it notices I see it.
I lean over and touch it couriously and it recoils and screams. I don't understand why it's so upset. The rubble wasn't that heavy, but I assume in its youth it hasn't developed the strength I have, so I remove it to reveal a destroyed set of legs. It needs to regenerate, so I offer it some of the meat I just aquirred. It's becoming white like a cloud and shivering there helplessly. I want to kill it because its so pathetic, but that wouldn't be fun.
"You can't heal if you don't eat." I lecture it as it wails in dismay.
I've eaten my fill, so I stand and tear the clothing from the female carefull and dress myself in it. She wasn't the same size as me, so I'll have to find something more suiting and less bloody. But this will do for now.
"Goodbye." I wave to the child and smile happily. Next time I should let the child or children involved play too. That would be what these creaures do; put their children and their happiness first. I wont be able to blend in if I don't do that.
The road before me leads to a town eventually...so I start walking.
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