11-29-2015, 01:32 PM
I am awakened from a slumber far deeper than expected by an intrusion into my mind. It makes human noises in my mind. I have never before encountered such an oddity. Unfortunately for it, its noises were hostile. If it plans to poke me with its race's unfortunate substitute for claws and fire, it will be dealt with quickly and painfully.
Then again, there was also caution in its tone. Fear. An emotion I know well how to spot, but never one that had been transmitted to me so directly. This is intriguing. I decide not to kill it before at least playing with it for a while.
My eyes snap open. This would have surely been intimidating, had it not been for the fact that the human's preferred method of communication didn't give me any indication of its location. I narrow my eyes, glaring in all directions around me with slow neck movements. The rest of my body remains perfectly still, poised to strike. I do not find it, in the end, with my eyes. I smell the thing - Well, maybe it isn't human. It certainly doesn't reek in quite the same fashion as those I've become accustomed to. But this still doesn't help me find it, as this place has no wind, and the scent is equivalent regardless of the positioning of my head.
I feel its presence, still, in my mind. Like that of the white one, but hostile, ready to fling itself to its death at my maw. Though, it seems to not understand its powerlessness against me. This is unusual among the human race, but for the dullest few - relatively speaking, of course.
I know not how to communicate with this one, though that seems to be its wish. Perhaps, sharing not a language, visual and emotive images are the only way. I implore it to show itself, forcing towards its presence a picture, wreathed in an growingly-hostile fog, of a human stepping from behind a concealing wall. Then, that same wall with the human cowering behind it, wreathed in flame and burning to a crisp.
Surely, my intent is clear. I impatiently continue to scan the area, lifting myself to my feet as I wait for a sign that it has received my message.
Then again, there was also caution in its tone. Fear. An emotion I know well how to spot, but never one that had been transmitted to me so directly. This is intriguing. I decide not to kill it before at least playing with it for a while.
My eyes snap open. This would have surely been intimidating, had it not been for the fact that the human's preferred method of communication didn't give me any indication of its location. I narrow my eyes, glaring in all directions around me with slow neck movements. The rest of my body remains perfectly still, poised to strike. I do not find it, in the end, with my eyes. I smell the thing - Well, maybe it isn't human. It certainly doesn't reek in quite the same fashion as those I've become accustomed to. But this still doesn't help me find it, as this place has no wind, and the scent is equivalent regardless of the positioning of my head.
I feel its presence, still, in my mind. Like that of the white one, but hostile, ready to fling itself to its death at my maw. Though, it seems to not understand its powerlessness against me. This is unusual among the human race, but for the dullest few - relatively speaking, of course.
I know not how to communicate with this one, though that seems to be its wish. Perhaps, sharing not a language, visual and emotive images are the only way. I implore it to show itself, forcing towards its presence a picture, wreathed in an growingly-hostile fog, of a human stepping from behind a concealing wall. Then, that same wall with the human cowering behind it, wreathed in flame and burning to a crisp.
Surely, my intent is clear. I impatiently continue to scan the area, lifting myself to my feet as I wait for a sign that it has received my message.
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