Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Xethrom
Grixellians make excellent diplomats. Despite our enormous stature, sentient beings of all varieties generally feel at ease in our presence. This is at least in part due to a tiny misunderstanding that we have never bothered to correct.
Our people are assumed to be herbivorous but we are in fact vegetarian. What's the difference, you might ask? Choice. Vegetarianism is part of our culture but physiologically we are omnivores in the truest sense of the word. We can safely consume all substances and extract nourishment from most of them.
As such, I have spent the last week of this journey consuming all of the parts of my ship that are not absolutely essential for life support, flight and navigation.
A much better known Grixellian trait would be our physiological adaptability. I cannot shapeshift in an instant but my appearance varies wildly based on my environment. Give me a week on an ice moon and I'll grow a full fur coat. On a waterworld I grow scales and gills. I once had to prematurely end a mission to a particularly mountainous planet when I grew feathers and my bones began to hollow.
But I can scarcely recognize this version of myself. As I gnaw on the sponge from my chair, my six inch incisors slice cleanly through the metal frame below. I am fully nude having long since eaten all of my clothing. I look like a nightmarish 7 foot tall naked mole rat and I am ashamed. I shudder to think of the impression I will make on the inhabitants of the planet I will soon be visiting.
And the spaceship is far from nutritious so I'll still be hungry when I arrive. I may forget my manners and eat someone. The incident report for such a mishap should be disincentive enough to keep such impulses at bay but I truly am not myself when I'm hungry.
Even so, the true target for my ire remains Jael. If I am to contemplate eating anyone, it should be him. So I spend the rest of the journey imagining recipes for my nemesis’ choicest cuts before eventually deciding that simplicity is best. I'll eat him raw. The bastard deserves no less.
If you've been reading my blog (hello!) you may have seen me mentioning my writer's block. It's real. The words are drying up ...EXCEPT when I'm writing this story. Who knows how these things work.
There's like 4 parts after this one already 80% complete or more so they're coming up, definitely eventually đŸ˜‰.