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A scream tears from my throat, swallowed by the cacophony of destruction. The ground, a muddled tapestry of color and form, hurtles toward me. Every muscle in my body tenses, coiled in futile preparation.
Then, at the last second, something fires from the pod’s underside, like hitting the brakes, jerking me forward as my descent is slowed.
Then, impact.
The collision is a brutal, merciless force.
I’m thrown violently, pain igniting across my body. And asquickly as it began, it ceases. The pod lies wrecked, its final resting place on the surface of this alien world.
Dazed and disoriented, I lie amidst the ruins, my scream echoing in my memory. Slowly, the realization dawns — I’ve somehow survived.
But now, I’m alone, wounded, stranded in a world unknown. Fear, my constant shadow, morphs into a steely resolve to endure, adapt, and survive against this new world’s unknown trials.
M’ijel
The moment my pod crashes into the alien terrain, a jarring shockwave reverberates through my transformed body.
I’m left lying there, momentarily stunned, engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations — the violent crash, searing pain, and disorienting aftermath merging into a singular, overpowering experience.
Slowly, the pod door creaks open, revealing the alien world that now lies before me.
I rise unsteadily, my newly transformed limbs feeling both foreign and mine. Covered in fur, with elongated limbs and newfound strength, my body is an uncanny fusion.
Stepping out into the maze of this alien landscape, I’m confronted by an array of bizarre plants and structures that challenge my understanding of physics and biology.
The air is dense with unfamiliar, complex scents, overwhelming my newly heightened senses and sending them into overdrive.
Amidst this alien cacophony, a familiar scent pierces through — the female from the pod room. Her aroma,imprinted in my memory, stands out as a clear beacon in the chaos. Driven by an instinct both bewildering and compelling, I set out to find her.
My consciousness feels split, torn between observer and participant. The transformation has birthed a duality within me — one part M’ijel, the rational soldier, and the other, a primal, instinct-driven creature.
Navigating this labyrinth of alien flora, my Zelthori memories now seem like distant echoes. Am I now a beast? A monster?
I run, and find my newfound agility propels me through the terrain, a nimbleness foreign to my Zelthori form. The fur covering my body reacts to every sensation, every subtle shift in the environment. My ears twitch, picking up sounds beyond my previous perception.
Periodically, I halt, lifting my head to discern the myriad scents in the air. Alien creatures and plants exude strong, sometimes intoxicating odors, but they are distractions from my actual goal — her scent, faint but unerring.
As I continue, a battle rages within me. The primal beast dominates, its instincts leading, while my Zelthori self struggles for understanding, for control. It’s a war of wills, and I’m uncertain which side I desire to triumph.
The environment shifts from dense vegetation to open, rocky expanses. Above the sky is a canvas of unfamiliar stars, a stark reminder of my distance from home.
Her scent grows stronger, pulling me with an urgency I cannot resist. My pace quickens, my heart pounding in sync with my strides.
At this moment, I am both M’ijel and the creature, fused by alien forces into a singular entity with a singular purpose — to find her, the constant in my tumultuous existence.
With her scent as my guide, I race through the alien night, embodying both Earth and the cosmos. The boundarybetween Zelthori and beast fades, and in this ambiguity, I discover a wild, unbridled freedom.
Her trail leads me onward, her scent growing ever more vital. I surge forward, the world around me reduced to a mere blur, a backdrop to my focused pursuit.
I am both predator and prey, lost yet searching. Ahead, in the heart of this alien world, lies the answer to my new reality. Her scent is my compass, my steadfast beacon in this strange new world.
And with every ounce of my being, I follow it, delving deeper into the unknown, the hunter in pursuit of understanding, of connection, in this vast, uncharted reality.
Zoey
As the pod ticks and hisses, cooling down from its fiery descent, I sit in stunned silence. It’s hard to believe I’m still alive.
The crash was violent, a tumultuous collision that should’ve been catastrophic. Yet, here I am, shaken but miraculously unscathed.
