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Riku

I don't have fucking time for this. I'm too busy becoming a flying fucking snake. *Stentorian noise* {Session Terminated}

Carol

Forgive my asshole mate. He is too busy becoming a flying fucking snake. Dick. Whatever. And he also destroyed his display, sorry Sylvia.

Anyway my scouting report indicating likely nesting spots has been compiled along with the other adventurers. Together three dozen likely spots have been recorded inside a distance of 40 km within our point of origin. We had also made note of the number of prey animals per square kilometer. We, as in us adventurers, think that so far this is of sufficient number to sustain our present population. However, as our numbers swell (and ourselves as well) the distance between dens will increase at a proportional rate in order to keep a manageable population and keep the food sources sustainable.

On the other paw, well never mind I guess. It doesn't matter with the computers, the orbitals, and the uplink how far apart we spread. Data will still be relayed.

In other news my tail is now long enough to drag on the ground behind me. That is when it is not too busy responding to whatever my mental state is at the time. Most uncomfortably with the development of my tail my anatomy has shifted to share a hole on the underside of my tail between my hind legs. Alessandra tells me this is commonly referred to as a vent. To put it mildly toilets have become problematic for me. I have been reduced to using the assistance of the ambulatory worker units to dig slit trenches for me. Lovely. At least I'm not the only one returning to nature in this way.

My light green scales and yellow accents (I think they like very cool) have spread over the entirety of my back now including the upper half of both legs (rear legs?). They also have begun progressing up my neck to my hairline which has begun to recede from the new covering. Curiously I also have what I can only describe as a long continuous fin emerging near the end of my tail and keeping pace with my scales along the ridge of my backbone. I seem to also be more flexible as well, being able to curl in on myself to the point I can cover my face with my own tail.

Oh yeah getting back to the insanity of this "vent". It has not prevented me and Riku from having our own fun. But it does feel as if there are multiple paths down there now. That veterinarian from C den says he knows what's going on and tells me and any who asks that it shares some similarities with old terrestrial lizards however some things are still different.

So what does he know? Half the story, that's what he knows. He wants to do scans as well. I'd rather have my own den's healer do it. Especially as a suspicious swelling has begun just upwards (forwards?) from my opening.

Or... I can talk to Noctis but she might be a little preoccupied with her egg. Prodigious thing that it is, a meter long and 40 kg. Makes my nethers hurt just thinking about having to lay a few myself someday. She said it didn't hurt at all though just some pressure and a sense that it was time.

Alessandra

Well. I guess there's no denying at this point that I'm no longer human. My cycle was due to start a few days ago. But after the development of my own vent it seemed that the functions of my reproductive organs had already shifted. Scans confirm that configuration of my ovaries had already sped well ahead. Instead of having a set number of eggs, they instead now generate at the time of a newly developed "season".

Given the account of Noctis and by her own instruction we know that upon the completion of metamorphosis that if we are not already inseminated (Sylvia and recently Carol) there will be a window of two weeks before the opportunity closes. If the egg is not fertilized it will be broken down and reabsorbed in the womb instead of developing its impermeable shell.

Speaking of those already so endowed. There is the matter of Sylvia. Given that she is only one week behind laying much as Noctis had. Some of her mannerisms are to be expected. However some stem from her own innate aggression. I sincerely wish that Gregory can coerce her into practicing some calming techniques. She actually bit Riku then falling to all fours slammed her horns into his side and flung him over the matter of his display. The range of motion and strength of her neck is most impressive and growing as well.

The development of these instincts is very interesting as what we are becoming has no real precedence (other than Noctis). Therefor there are no progenitors to instill learned behaviors. All that aside, being among these expecting females does make me desire an egg myself more and more. Nat is more than willing to satisfy my approaches (hhhmmm, I haven't jumped him yet today now that I think of it) as I continue to watch for signs that we have productive issue.

Nathan

Oh this is so very exciting. To not only see a new species but to become it? It makes my wings flap in excitement every time I think of it. That is interesting itself. Who would have thought these large expanses of skin and bone can be so expressive? Showing emotions just like the others who've developed tails. I think it is becoming easier and easier for me to read how others feel based on the movement of those new appendages. Always responding to impulse and emotion. So very much to record with all the newfound attributes! The other historians and I are simply beside ourselves trying to document everything.

Now for the report.

At the present time of six weeks into this new life my body has continued to develop an abnormally elongated spine. So much so that my neck has begun to extend to disproportionate lengths.

And that is not the only alteration from my previous physical conformation. As at the base of my spine projecting down between my haunches is what can only be described as a tail. Overall my height has now been measured at roughly six meters. Impressive I say! Although soon enough that will become my length which is in fact rather much shorter than I am to become. I know the next changes are almost complete as I find it more and more difficult to hold myself upright and feel the twisting of the joints in all four of my legs. The feeling of my limbs actually growing further away from each is very curious as well from front to back as I lengthen and side to side as my girth steadily swells. My golden yellow scales now cover me from claw to the top of my neck and contrast well with my white underside.

Well. That is all for now as I must go find my dear Alessandra. I know she is trying very much to have a live egg. Her enthusiasm is most exquisitely enjoyable, I must say and we are eager to help give rise to a new generation. We look forward to having long lives knowing our offspring. Noctis tells us that we can expect to live three to four thousand solar turns. Imagine the possibilities!

Ah! There she is! "Hello dearmmpphh."

** Gregory**

I'm so excited and happy for us both. Sylvia has laid her egg. Oh love, the image of you wrapped protectively around our egg while gently nudging it warms my heart as I lie next to you both. The cave is just large enough for us both to fit comfortably in with the egg. I can't imagine a better, safer surrounding.

** Sylvia**

Looks too fucking small to me I thought, as I pushed it around the heated nest with my head.

Granted I'm no Noctis when I weigh only 2300kg. However she has told me that whatever deficiency in size the youngling has due to it being lain before my full growth will be made up if fed enough. So, you can fucking guarantee that I will drag down enough squid like wildlife to ensure my little one will have more than enough to eat. Oh yeah, Greg will help as well when he can finish fawning over me. I lick the side of his neck and trill as I wrap my own serpentine neck around his pulling him close. Hhhmmm.

Well since my mate is too busy prancing around like an overexcited puppy as if HE fucking did something. I, will record our dual assessment. Gives me something to do in between nosing and licking (which I've discovered makes my sense of smell far more acute) the egg to make sure it's temperature is just right because I'm sure as fuck not leaving it for anything other than the midden pit, food, and water.

I'll start with Sir HeadinAss. Greg walks on all fours now. I asked him if he wanted any clothing to cover himself. Then I told him no one would be able to see anything anyway! HAH! Burn mother fucker! (But seriously his dick is only visible when I flip him onto his back then slither on top of him. Shows right up it does, weird looking thing, nothing has been left unchanged.)

But other than that I still like the feel of him against me feeling his scales slide past my own making a comforting rustling noise, throwing his legs over me and pulling me close. Having him and the egg next to me makes me feel warmth inside like I've never known before.

Like I said Gregory is stuck on all fours now. (I have been myself since a few days before laying the egg.) With all that that entails now when we walk anywhere I get to use terms like canter, gallop, trot, prance, and pad to describe our movements. Kind of odd no? Just like saying things like nuzzle, muzzle, snout, and maw. All feel weird rolling off the fork of the tongue.

Ahem, back on track. After being relegated to getting by on four legs, he has begun to eschew clothing after the progression of the scaling left nothing to hide. His rust colored scales joined by a dull yellow underbelly plating.

Overall his length has increased to seven meters as his spine elongates his neck and extends his tail. We've been told before that my gravid state spurred us both to a rate of change faster than expected. At seven meters long and almost two meters tall if the proportion holds true he will be somewhat stocky. He also has begun to grow spikes along his spine along with a horn like growth on his tail tip. All the ossified spikes are a uniform black.

He has begun to grow his wings in as well with the membranes matching his belly. Not yet capable of flight as his air sacs have not grown in yet in addition to the wings underdevelopment.

The change has not reached the majority of his head yet. With the weird ass result of a kinda human head on the end of a one meter long neck. However oddly enough his eyes have changed already with slitted pupils surrounded by brilliant red irises and a pale yellow sclera.

My own state of affairs can be summed up by saying I'm largely complete. The only exceptions being continued growth and my wings. But I am currently at 11 m long and just under four meters tall. (That makes Greg the little spoon, hahaha.)

With my own brilliant scale coloration of flame red and black under scales I strike an imposing picture if I do say so myself.

My own spikes trail up and down my spine in two parallel rows. Along with the six on my head they all are a nice white coloration.

One thing I've noticed is that more and more my behavior is changing. Although I probably would have fucked Riku up for the loss of his display regardless of my form. Picking him up and throwing him surprised me as much as him.

Although, the son of a bitch deserved it. That'll teach him to enhance his fucking calm in the future. I don't care what his beef is, he can take it out on something that we don't only have one set of, for the sake of the fucking all-father. I can repair them but not when somebody with a two meter long neck and a head weighing 40kg whips it into the plasma film screen. "asshole".

Another example was my selection of where, and what I wanted my nest to be. Mine is even different from Noctis' as I demanded an increase in the heat and humidity within as opposed to her drier and relatively cooler chamber. And as hers was underground near the village. I however felt compelled to burrow at a nearby hot spring and used the work units to dig a cave out of the cliff about 15m from the ground.

Curious. I'll have to watch if anyone else is experiencing change.

Well that's where we're at after six and a half weeks. This is Sylvia telling you to piss off till next time.

** Noctis**

Sniffing around my dear, dear egg. I thought; you, my little one will be the first of many, oh how I look forward to knowing you. As I ruminated I also listened in to the others making their daily log entries. Sneaky yes, but the only way for me to keep tabs on what is not brought to my attention directly. I will leave only for the latrine pits or to take food and water. And even then only when I have one of the healers to watch over my child.

The monthly assessment is at hand and it now falls to me to deliver it, as this is now among my duties.

As noted recently by a number of the colony the mental changes now become more and more prevalent with the physical winding down. We are now at week eight. All changes but growth will finish by the next assessment.

*BEGIN REPORT: WEEK 8*

1. Riku

The recalcitrant soldier hasn't been quite as aggressive in avoiding me as he is to the others who communicate through the sphere. Instead he has taken more of a wait and see attitude to my presence.

His current physical dimensions have reached that of seven meters in height and some 25 meters in length. He and Carol are both complete in their changes except for growth. This is likely due to her gravid condition spurring the change on.

She has taken to showing him how to hunt with the new anatomy they've developed. And they are both well beyond meeting their enhanced caloric needs of 350,000 for Riku. And 500,000 for Carol.

Now that their physical changes are complete for now it easier to see the change in behavior. The aggressive tendency he has to protect those close to him for which he was chosen has increased more and more as Carol's time nears. He has begun to neglect his other duties while protecting her as she readies for the egg's laying.

This is not necessary as the females are going to be larger than the males by 15-20%. A fact repeatedly illustrated when he is rammed off the ledge of their shared cave by a frustrated and hissing Carol as she snarls to fuck off and do his job as she can fend for herself until the egg is there. This is typically followed by his startled bellowing roars when he finds himself unexpectedly airborne.

1. Carol

Her time to lay the egg is expected within the next week or so. She herself is aware of the time approaching as she made several requests of Gregory. These were to ensure enough padding was provided in which to line the depression she made in the cave. This being done by ripping the stone floor apart with her claws then stomping and rubbing it smooth. When asked if she even considered using a worker unit she simply responded "I'd never trust this task to anyone else. It has to be done right the first time and who knows better than a mother?"

The curious choice she made in selecting an opening in a cliff overlooking the sea makes sense given her and Riku's demonstrated preference for fish as a source of food. This is in accordance with the somewhat different forms the both of them attained during their rebirth.

Both of them are much longer and more agile than the others who have a stockier appearance. And instead of vertebral spines have developed fins on their backs, tails, and legs. Her dimensions have lately been estimated at nine meters in height and 30 meters in length. Quite sizeable in other words. I estimate she is at 40% of her growth. They both bid well to outgrow myself by a substantial margin.

It was and is my intent for these two to help diversify the physical traits of the den and with the others adapted in such a way the overall group as well. Their offspring will intermingle with the others while learning the future roles assigned to each by me. And mated pairs will begin to form after some 30-40 solar turns. Raindrops in an open ocean given the vast expected life spans that we will enjoy.

As a significant portion of this world is covered in salt water having a number adapted for aquatic life only makes sense.

They cannot breathe underwater however, their elongated frames give considerable more room for the growth of interconnected air sacs. I estimate that they can remain underwater for a minimum of three hours at a time. It follows that they are able to also seal off their nasal passages and ear canals while submerged and finally have a specially developed membrane for their aquatic domain as opposed to the one I and the others developed to help while in flight. The fins originating from their thickly muscled tails will aid in propulsion. The smaller growths on the back of their legs and necks providing direction. Finally they are also able to wrap their wings tightly about them making for a much sleeker body contour.

That being said they can and do still fly (as shown by the reluctant demonstration of Riku). However their overall makeup is much more comfortable when immersed in water given their dietary preferences. They both can be seen frolicking in the water with their sinuous lengths weaving in and out of the water like mythical beasts of old.

It is most helpful indeed that they take to the water as they do. I cannot imagine feeding them the amounts they need on land. The local population of prey would be driven to catastrophic scarcity. Their preferred targets being instead something that looks approximately like a walrus with eight eyes. Many large fish like creatures can also be seen they've said.

Interestingly enough the larger and more numerous air bladders that they have grown coupled with their serpentine lengths makes them a great deal more maneuverable while in the air. This was all the more apparent in the daily aerial acrobatics that Riku arranged for all that can fly to keep up a sense of unity within and among the dens.

I estimate that they will both be at the very least one and a half times the size of the others with Carol waxing even greater than Riku by my own design. With their lifespan (which I may have nudged quite a bit further down the road than the rest) and their soon to be titanic size. They may very well become a type of guardian for the great seas of this world. Protector and Seeker, yin and yang. I hope for them to help shepherd the nascent society in the ages to come.

1. Gregory

Ah, the long suffering Gregory. He will always have more than a match in the fire that is Sylvia. But the love the two share is undeniable.

At present he has a length of 18m and a height of six meters. His blocky snout has grown in with a tiny spike on the tip of his nose measuring no more than 10cm. On top of his head he also has two pairs of horns growing in a splayed manner between the expressive fins his ears have become.

He has a head length of two, neck length of four, body of five meters, and finally a tail of seven. His legs are two meters tall with his torso adding another three. His girth reaching just over nine meters.

With his wings reaching their intended size he is now complete and needs to gain in size and weight like much of the others. His yellow under and rust covered scales are indicative of the last surprise he will receive upon reaching his full growth.

As I have noted with the others he has become much more expressive in his body language. A nod or shake of the head now involves a good portion of the neck. Certain wing and head movements are now seen as aggressive, except between mates. Tails are now also utilized in performing certain tasks. The appendages are more than strong enough to lift objects weighing up to 200kg even in their immature forms. To make arable land in order to raise livestock for slaughter. It would be easy with their prodigious size and strength.

His physical behaviors in particular involve a good deal of snaking himself around Sylvia whenever they are both in a relaxed state around the nest. Wing and tail tips, along with the snout itself have been used to point and indicate things. A flick or toss of the head now seems to mean dismissal or disbelief. Embarrassment or shame is an arching of the neck tucking the head in towards the sternum.

I have also heard a number of audible but non-verbal noises from them and others.

Several of these noises sound like low rumblings, felt more than heard. A few others somewhat higher in pitch including trills, chirps, and yelps. Also observed is as I predicted the rock avalanche of our laughter. Huffing noises of frustration. Snarls and roars of rage. Whimpers of woe and comforting coos. All have been documented within all the dens.

I had not noticed these audible noises myself when I was alone. As I had no one to "talk" to and these sounds only seem to have meaning to the others as the worker units make no response unless commanded in Standard or wirelessly. Nor has the Overseer or his staff made any sense of them when they make their periodic contact with us.

Perhaps we are seeing the development of a new language? One in addition to our spoken Standard. But also being separate from the wireless relations we maintain between our minds. Very interesting.

It may be that I can convince a linguist to have all they've known stripped from them in order to have a chance at being something truly great. As well as contributing a seminal work to their field (a much more likely selling point I'm sure).

1. Sylvia

Now we come to the embodiment of the dancing flame herself, Sylvia.

Much like Gregory she has a surprise in store for when she reaches her full growth. At least that was my intention anyway. My hope being that she would have matured and grown into her body. At that her body is well underway in its growth. At present she is 24m long and 8m tall. And with her flame colored scales and black belly makes for an intimidating presence when her orange eyes and slitted pupils are visible. Not to mention the defensive armament grown from her tail tip to the crown of her head in the manner of white spike like projections. A real walking siege engine. She will need the protection and abilities when we begin to explore into the danger zones.

The reality is that she has learned for herself what it is to be. Her instinctive need to ingest the minerals surrounding the hot spring were her first clue. The smoke drifting from her narrow but cavernous nostrils and the heat blossoming in her chest were the last. Seeking me out, she had demanded explanations amongst spitting demonstrations of her fiery personality and ability. While Gregory, who was blissfully unaware, watched the egg. I, in turn, gave her the truth.

Although not until after I had smothered the burning trees outside my nest and then whipped around and began stalking towards her with my head low and scales bristling. HOW DARE SHE BRING DESTRUCTION ANYWHERE NEAR MY EGG!

I snarled, growled, and bit at her so savagely that she let out a piercing shriek of terror while scrambling backwards tripping over her own paws and tail falling on to her back. The sight of her before me curled around her head and belly attempting to shield herself with her bristling spikes snapped me out of it. Once the haze of my rage over my nest and egg cleared I came back to the realization that I was still more than twice her size. I felt disgustingly like a bully.

In shame I realized the control I thought I had over this body is not as complete as I'd like. We need to be above these savage impulses.

It is past time I had Gregory assist me in leading the others in relaxing mediation. I have given us bodies that have their own needs and desires. We must come to terms with our new impulses.

After waiting for her to realize the attack had ceased and to cautiously unwind herself I then began my apologies. I tenderly licked her broken scales and bruised throat as well as her snout to reassure her while crooning gently. She has learned her lesson, no need to traumatize her, I felt. Thankfully she accepted the gesture. After her spikes had drooped back into a relaxed position she returned my attempts at reconciliation by pushing her snout under my lower jaw and whimpered her own apologies to me and my egg.

"I just don't like being kept in the dark about what we are becoming"; she muttered.

"You have done as you felt right"; I returned. "You are not afraid to challenge when you feel it is necessary. In time you will know better when it is, a necessity. As you just learned, what you did was not acceptable. You have just laid your own egg. Would you accept behavior like yours from Riku?"

"I would gut him like this morning's catch." She hissed, horns bristling and smoke billowing from her nostrils.

"I'm glad you have learned, then."

Following this I had to explained to the others drawn by the sound and mental anguish of our encounter and dismiss them (which included both of us calming the radiating broadcast of Gregory's panicked questions), I returned to Sylvia and brought her over to my egg to show my trust and curled around them both with wings extended as I explained.

"The ability to generate fire will be an abundantly useful tool in the development of the world to come. Not having to rely on external sources of combustion in order to create and destroy new materials will help to prevent falling into one of the traps that our ancestors fell into on Earth 1. You and Gregory will be the first, but by no means the last with this gift. That the mated pair in charge of the den's repairs and construction were given this blessing was no coincidence."

"You have no doubt noticed your similarities in appearance"; I asked her. Mutely she bobbed her head in agreement. "The fire like coloring you both have are indicators of your new birthright. Use them well I told her, for you and Gregory have a responsibility much like Riku and Carol."

She brought her head around to look at me with one glowing eye. "Please tell me"; she said.

"As they are to be guardians of the sea you and Gregory will be those of the land."

"But it's a whole world"; she cried. "Do you know how much longer it takes to fix things than break them?"

"Yours is to make sure they don't break in the first place."

You will not be alone in these duties I told her. In time those that you and others raise will take up this mantle and spend many many turns sharing with you in the responsibilities. Even now there are guardians in every den ready to take this heavy burden. As you said; "it's a whole world". I said this as I gave her another caress of her neck with my snout while she hooded her eyes and hummed appreciatively.

"Now back to your egg, little firecracker, I'm sure it longs to feel your warmth once again. And tell all to your mate. Tell him as he lies next to you in your nest."

As she trotted out, head held high and tail swinging I thought I heard her say "Nothing, that is what I keep from my Greg."

A good choice indeed for protector and guardian, I thought. I couldn't stop one last needling comment from escaping my snout however.

"You know, I haven't heard you spout profanities once since you've arrived today."

"THE FUCK YOU SAY! Goddamned overgrown maniac shit-lizard! Why, if I was that fucking big and strong I would stick your.......then wrap.....hellfire...... then back through......fucking.....pineapple!.....mumble."

1. Nathan

Nathan, whose excitability for documenting this world and the new forms he and the others possess has certainly not declined. Between him and the other historians nothing is missed. And for what they don't understand they are quick to ask me or whomever specializes in the subject at paw.

It is always amusing I thought, to see Nathan's tail disappear into a blur when excited as well as the eager flapping of his wings and the twisting of his neck. Seriously though, if you see him around and he appears to be missing his tail. Do not investigate, it is still there. I've witnessed him snapping tree trunks with it. He has also been winning quite often in the aerial contests held twice a week, showing a superior innate speed and agility.

He is definitely not one to be shy with his emotions. As also demonstrated by his open adoration of Alessandra. His crooning when near her is so intense it often causes small objects to vibrate off flat surfaces. The helixes that their tails become when with each other make me wonder how they are able to move at all. When Alessandra told him of the fertilization of her egg he jittered so rapidly that I witnessed a static discharge arc from him to a nearby tree limb.

Neither he nor Alessandra will be developing any type of unique physiological deviations (other than the preternatural speed and energy he's always had apparently). The distribution of these traits has been spread evenly amongst the specialties in the other dens. We don't want any one type or group to gain more influence than any others. The longevity I've blessed us with will help to maintain stability, balance, and continuity. Especially important when the next generation takes over. No one would like it if the colony devolved into some type of caste system.

1. Alessandra

Just this past week she has reported the fertilization of her extant egg. With the above mentioned explosion from Nathan.

At present she currently measures roughly 22m long and seven and a quarter meters tall. Just a couple of meters longer than her mate Nathan and of a slightly taller height.

She has become physically complete and only has growth to look forward to for development. The darker shading of her scales seeming much like what you would see on a forest floor. Her relatively modest size seems to be of a well formed demeanor. The skills she shows in surviving and adapting to new environments will be of an importance greater than she realizes at present.

But not only does she show commendable resiliency to change and challenge. Of equal import it should be noted is the respect she shows to her environment. And like wise promising, are the strides she has made in gathering the others on board. Largely due to everyone's acknowledgment of her desire to heal.

I have decided to teach her what she would need know to breed replacement life forms for the new world. As well intentioned as we are to avoid past mistakes. We and I recognize that despite our best efforts we have to be ready to repair the damage we inflict. With her natural affinity for life she has a good stable mindset to be given such a powerful responsibility. Especially so if she continues her communications with Carol and myself. This knowledge coupled with her internal link will give a degree of control of her biome that will seem magical.

As indicated by my own experiences as well as the data collected from the others it is well known what will follow while she prepares to lay. Namely a building desire to find somewhere safe and that can for a lack of a better term "feel right".

This is coupled with the distended underbelly region. Not as severe as the mammals we were. But a much more general bloating instead centered just forward of the ventral outlet.

Although for each mated pair where the dam is driven to nest is by no means consistent. This was not a response I anticipated. However, the variation is of long term benefit in diversifying nesting locations. With a widespread footprint the likelihood of local exhaustion of resources or a termination event sharply decrease.

In regards to her communal role as healer. As the biology of everyone has shifted to forms greatly altered and hardened. Her priorities of work have altered as well. As physical injury has decreased (barring notable events of some taking leave of their minds) she has spent more and more of her time with Carol, her mate, myself, and other healers in seeking to advance what they know about our new lives and bodies.

*END REPORT*