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Chapter II: Little Legs
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It was nearing sunrise, and the harsh winds within the mountains were still in full swing from the night before. The hatchlings snuggled with one another desperately to support their long necks and hold in warmth while their mother was away. And underneath all that storm and fluff hid our sentient rock adventurer.
“Well I’m glad that the slimy feeling is gone, but now it feels like I’m being smothered with a pillow, eh”
The rock tried its best to move in any way it could. It attempted to move by pushing with its new legs, yet it was a straining process that quickly became tiring; many attempts were made, some pushes to the left, some to the right, diagonally, and even a flip–none of them worked though. With one final try, the rock pushed straight up on its knees with everything.
“Yes! Finally, Woah-”
The mother soar bird arrived back from a night's hunt with a plump rat in her beak. Every little bird was jumping and flapping for breakfast, especially since yesterday's rations were so bleak.
“Man, I feel like I’m stuck in a rave or something.”
Like the first time, the mother bird moved around the rim of the nest, trying to decide where to place the food. She especially hesitated when she noticed one of her hatchling's heads was slouched with a single hanging eyeball from its socket.
"I'm going to fall over at this rate!"
*Plop*
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And suddenly all the chirping stopped and the void was suddenly replaced with the sounds of rendered flesh.
"It seems like this concert is over, thank God. Now, let's see if I can get a feel around here."
*Scratch* *Scratch*
You have slain a Rat
+20 Experience
Would you like to active Amalgamation? Y/N
"Sure, as long as it gives me arms."
You have obtained the ears of a Rat
Processing growth…
"Well it's not arms, but I'll take it."
*Peep* *Peep* *Peep* *Peep* *Peep* *Peep* *Peep*
"Why are they so loud?! I guess this concert isn't over yet…"
The mother bird watched intently as her young ripped her hard-earned meal to pieces. She even tried to nudge her runt over who couldn't quite find the food, yet it didn't seem to help. She kept trying to assist, but her patience was thin. So, with a loud caw, she signaled her leave and took off without another thought.
"Now that all the shoving it over, I can finally think straight for once. It appears I've been reborn as a bird… Hmm, that doesn't make sense though. And why is my mind so fuzzy?!"
The runt of the litter paced around the nest in circles. It kicked bone and detritus wherever it went out of frustration while the rest of the group picked ribbons of flesh off of a rat’s bones.
"What about that one display within the blue box? I think it said Amalga something?”
Your Race is Amalgaoriginem
“Ah yes, this must be latin for a species of bird. My species of bird… Yup, I’m ah just sleep this weird dream off and wake up fresh tomorrow.”
And so, all the chicks went to bed, including our rat-rock in a bird's skin.
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