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[Ninorra]

I am warm and powerful inside of this home. My former home fed me little. This new home feeds me so much more. As I grow, I feel at peace. My home is mother, and yet she did not make me. I came from heat and sorrow and screaming. Now I am in warmth and love and Light.

Light.

So much Light.

I am fed to fullness, and when I grow hungry again, mother gives me Light.

When she opened her mouth, I was far. I saw those perfect gums and the white of her teeth. They shone brilliantly, so inviting and tantilizing that I drifted towards her mouth and landed on her tongue. It felt wet and warm, but not so hot as I was used to. The geneoglossus muscle could not detect my presense, and she swallowed me allong with the usual assortment of saliva, mucus, and organisms that are carried on the wind. None of them are like me, and many die as we are swept down the esophogus. I can smell the acid of her stomach, waiting to kill me.

But I will not die.

Inside of her stomach, I feel a burning sensation. The acid within her gastric canal is trying to digest me, to use me for nutrients to feed her. There is bacteria here, begging for a piece of me. They all die as they touch me, and I am left unharmed. The acid merely warms my senses. Soon I am absorbed into her gastric folds, where I nestle imagine all of the lovely food that she will bring me. Not the chunks of nutrients that slide down her throat, as I did, but the mana that I felt within her when I first heard her sing.

Not just mana this one.. but Light! So much Light. She feeds from it, as I do, and it is intoxicating. I can not get enough. Were she like any other food source, I might be dormant. I might cause her to drain mana more and more, thus making us both more powerful. I might make her stronger with this intake. Instead, she drains Light with her mana, and I can feel myself growing. I do not let her have much of it. My mother may die, and if she does, I will eat what is left of her and come into the world. I will be different. I will not be tiny, and live within other creatures. I will be a parasite of the world, and I will feed.

I must feed. The Light is beautiful and delicious. I can hear it, as it approaches. I can feel it, when one of them touches her. How many sources? I have names, now. Vicailde, Saphiara, Szordrin. Take them all, mother. I am hungry.

I am growing.

[Cabriel]

((This is really chilling...nice work))

[Ninorra]

Evolving.

I can feel myself changing. My thoughts are thoughts that can not be expressed, but, I have seen them expressed with other creatures. They use their mouths, which is what they also use to feed. Interesting how they both feed and communicate from one place, then deficate and reproduce with the other. Reproduction is like defication to living creatures, it all comes out as filthy matter to be fed upon.

Once, I fed upon feces. It contained little to keep me satisfied.

Now, I am nestled so nicely inside of her. Mother grows weaker as I grow stronger, and so I must keep her living long enough to drain more. More and more I feel her approached by them; rich energy sources, ripe for her consumption. They are fed through her skin, which in turn flows to me.

I hope that when I am born, I will have a mouth.

When I hunger, and reach for my surroundings. I squirm. I can feel her contort in discomfort, her body aching for more power. I delight in the sounds that she makes, the pain that she feels, the weakness and eventual death that I will cause. Mother is so beautiful on the inside. She will be perfect in death, and I will be her greatest accomplishment.

Evolve.

[Ninorra]

Malethia.

I can feel the Light in her. It is tempting, and I would give anything for Mother to drain her of every bit that she has. When she is near, I can feel my insides churning, just as I can feel Mother's. I have been feeling myself grow larger. I can hear Mother worry over it, and I feel her hand over the flesh that encases me, as if trying to feel me.

Don't worry, Mother. You will see me. I am growing parts. I will have limbs, and a face. I will eat to my heart's content, and I will start with you.

[Cabriel]

Malethia.

I can feel the Light in her. It is tempting, and I would give anything for Mother to drain her of every bit that she has. When she is near, I can feel my insides churning, just as I can feel Mother's. I have been feeling myself grow larger. I can hear Mother worry over it, and I feel her hand over the flesh that encases me, as if trying to feel me.

Don't worry, Mother. You will see me. I am growing parts. I will have limbs, and a face. I will eat to my heart's content, and I will start with you.

((Perhaps Ninorra should not eat Cabriel's turtle filets...))

[Ninorra]

((lol!))

[Ninorra]

Mother... you twitch so gracelessly. The power you drain from that paladin is not enough. He gives me as much as he can, but I feel that any more may kill him, and you in your selfishness will not drain from any other. Damn you, mother. I am growing so quickly, now.

Limbs, I have two of each. I have a mouth. I have fingers, and toes, and organs. My organs house more of me. Soon, I will be a mother as well, despite the fact that my organs and shape label me as a male. I will be born, and I will give birth. Soon, mother. I can feel your flesh in my hands. I hunger for your death.

[opalexian]

((om nom nom? eeek! O_O why am I thinking 'Alien'?))

[Amoola]

((at least I'm not alone with the chest burster stuck in my head. O.o ))

[Ninorra]

I felt more, today. More than ever. People are so worried about Mother. The hold her, hug her, touch her. Their presence makes me stronger. It feels so good when they love her. A ranger kissed her. His magic was weak, but his love was strong. Maybe I can drain that as well? Light, love, mana.. I can take anything I need. Especially once I'm free.

Soon enough, I'll be rid of this prison. Soon enough, Mother's pain will end.