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[Personal Field Notes of Orva]
8th of January, 4B
- I have to admit, today was rather short. But at least I got to experience the emotions of a tribesman from the Jawalawin group of peoples we were observing. It was rather confusing, but I tasted something like...Ecstasy from his thoughts.
29th of January, 4B - a long starry road
- Arousal. The taste of arousal filled my mind as I looked at her. Mating with her would have been disastrous, had I been overwhelmed.
Somewhere in February(?)
- Have I ever tasted emptiness? I'd rather not again. I won't forget his innocent, silent stare that bore horribly into my consciousness, a fact he knew not.
I must seek help from Makilanit.
March 5th, I feel better now
- The flavor of splendor is something I welcome, for I enjoyed the company of Mahulwa, a young Kawumang lady that somehow managed to track us and of whom Makilanit looked at her oddly.
17th of March
- I have to really admit, I did not want to ever taste the emotions of a descendant of a respected figure. It is funny how odd my thinking may appear to whoever is reading my logs.
Out of all the encounters my comrades and I have had, Kirragol was the most openly friendly to us.
27th of March - i still hear the sounds of distant war drums
- Bubonovus daemonium, or "Daemowls" as my species and I are commonly known, literally have no hearts. Yet, the way this well-dressed Buranowaya warrior, who calls himself Mabakal, made his calls caused me to feel a "heartbeat" in my core. I don't know whether it was enjoyable or not.
Another bird? Plus, coming home
- I swear to the infinite void that she was a demigod. A beautiful one at that. Her grace made my eyes dim in fascination.
Plus, this is my last entry since we're coming home anyway. Vodka and smoked bangus, here I come.
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*I vomit out my entire red core. I see a cockatoo sized...Gryphon-like alien pecking on my core in a futile attempt at cracking it open. I gently wrap my tentacles around the gryphon and pull him up as I swallow my core. I am curious at this turn of events.*
...What are you?
...What are you?
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