A Time of Concepts
Obiajulu felt himself leaving the ground, though he knew he wasn't flying. It was an unusual sensation. Although his senses informed him of an upward and forwards motion, he could still feel the subtle crush of gravity.
I am being carried.
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Existance in an insect shell was difficult at the best of times. Memory would play tricks, playing back scenes of happier days, making the present that much more bitter and painful. Obiajulu, in one of his less enlightened moments, allowed himself to be distracted by them and the emotions they aroused.
Instead of being mindful of his new body, of the need to remain hidden from predators - he had rashly flung himself out in to the open. What purpose did he have anymore? He could hardly remember his own name! He figured that he would be much more useful as compost. At least then, he would be contributing to the world.
When the mouse found him, he didn't fight back...at first. This was what he was after when he brashly allowed himself to be seen wasn't it? As it approached him he could see that her belly was swollen and lined with teets. By feeding her, he would be helping another generation of mice in to the world. That was good wasn't it?
But Obiajulu was not prepared for pain and death. When he first felt the smarting n** of the rodent he suddenly knew that he wanted to live. She was fast though, and doggedly pecked at him until he had no energy left to fly away.
When she bit down on his head, the world went black. He felt more than heard the sickening pop and crackle of his eyes being punctured. In that horrifying instant the Urge's consciousness flung itself at the mouse and for a split second was joined with hers.
So hungry she was thinking, and Obiajulu could feel her hunger too, but...he wanted to live. If only he could make her believe that he wasn't a meal.
I can do that, can't I?
What harmw as there in trying? He visualized himself in the rodent's mind, twisting her own thoughts on what she held firmly in her jaws. He was not a juicy insect as she thought...he was...a snake. So it was too, in her mind. She could even feel his cold hard muscles coiling in preparation of striking! She had not prey in her mouth but a horrible snake!
She had dropped Obiajulu then, and rather quickly too. The victory had gone to him, and wisdom too; but it had come at such a high price. Now...injured as he was, sightless, he would surely die.
There was a looming figure on the horizon that wafted the subtle fragrance of magnolia blossoms. The little urge thought it was a god, here to pass judgement. He could only think to plead for his life.
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He was somewhere warm now that smelled strongly of moss. Then, he heard a sound that spashed sunlight in the to agonizing darkness.
"Pai byr shysia, o eisi mari byrn"
The language was not one he knew, but he understood the tone of voice. He was safe now...he could rest.
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