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Felu strutted forward up to Maoilios resting its hand on his cheek. Everyone remained paralyzed around the two as Felu wrapped its arms over his shoulders. The fragment’s mouth opened as if to whisper slightly, but the forest continued to speak on its behalf, “We do not know of this Devourer you speak of, nor of this Erses. Your false deities mean nothing to The Caravan.” It brushed its lips up to his cheek, kissing him slightly.
“The Devourer would have us lose our faith,” Maoilios shouted to his followers before pushing away the fragment. Felu laughed slightly before skipping slightly into the clearing, its hands locked together behind its back. It turned back to the crowd before leaving its possession. The crowd watched as the hair, pigmentation, and eye color left the deer. As if it was being wiped away from the top down, the elf-like creature returned to the broken deer. Once the feet had returned to hooves, the deer buckled, blood gushing out of its snapped neck and its broken limbs.
====Felu's Individuality====
The Caravan had many fragments, all part of the us. They observed, rarely meddling, rarely showing their changing forms. Felu was the only fragment with a name. Felu was the only fragment who showed a shred of their power to the sentients that roamed. Felu thought differently than The Caravan, strange as it was. The Caravan couldn’t act. While Felu could sense some distaste, The Caravan was one mind and thus had to avoid thinking about any actions against Felu.
Most of the us knew though, that Felu’s actions had grown too far, it was overstepping its role as casual observer. A noticeable sum of fragments had begun taking form on Arith, to counterbalance Felu’s actions. While the rest of The Caravan preferred to take shape in inanimate objects, there was a clear disadvantage to doing so. Less strength, stability, and flexibility. But after Felu’s encounter with Maoilios, it began to take its form in many deer and elk. A breath of fresh air before leaving a disfigured corpse.
Felu took shape in the middle of a herd of deer, sensing the approaching fragments moving through the dirt. All 17 deer around Felu began shifting into faceless people, with dark eyes being their only characteristic. Varying shapes, races, sizes formed all in a circle around the one dark-haired elf. In unison, all of them spoke, their voices echoing from their mouthless expressions, “We must speak to discuss the actions of The Caravan.”
The Caravan continued to speak, sounds escaping from their empty husks, “Our interaction with the proto-Pyrrhians has given them too much information about us. We are passive observers, unknown to the sentients of this plane.”
“The one who calls himself Maoilios leads a rebellion searching for us. The name they hunt us by is irrelevant, this has gone further than our intention.”
The Caravan had continued to change speakers, but as the voice resonated from each entity, it was difficult to distinguish which fragment of the hive was speaking. However, the dark-haired elf who possessed a face now opened its mouth to speak. “We see the lines, do we not, the sum of everything’s parts. This rebellion will lead to calamity for the proto-Pyrrhians. A spectacle we can behold. Will they survive and learn to thrive under their conditions, or will they crumble like the many other lesser civilizations littering the continents.”
“Our vision can only see the events as they occur to others. Fate regarding us keeps itself concealed. We cannot foretell how our intervention thus far will impact us. Our view on the calamity befalling the proto-Pyrrhians is blurry, it is not assured in the slightest. We must discontinue our interactions with them.”
“We are being blind sighted by fear. These simple sentients can do nothing to hinder our observation, our pleasure, our third-party bloodlust. We have watched as they scrambled insignificantly, attempting to recover after the Orkni. The start of civilization has happened once, the second time is significantly less interesting,” The Caravan spoke with Felu’s mouth moving. As the last thought from Felu finished, the liquid drained from the deer, leaving it in its horrendous state.
The remaining fragments of the intervention also left their hosts, scattering to the far reaches of Arith, each mindlessly considering the effects that Felu is causing. They shared one mind, all thoughts, and actions visible to each fragment. Felu had grown to be its own mind somehow, and it would continue to plague the proto-Pyrrhians. For now, they would soon uncover the 18 twisted deer lying dead in the forest. For them: an act of war by their deity’s counterpart, the Devourer.
===The First Owner of Felumaru===
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