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The Nature of Predators - Becoming a Predator (4/10)
🕑 Added 2023-10-14 11:00:03 +0000 UTCMemory transcription subject: Narlem, Krakotl Exterminator Fleet Comms Technician
Date [standardized human time]: October 2, 2136
My goal had been to document the full extent of Terran instincts when I returned to the apartment, but I was exhausted from the emotional strain I’d placed on the body of a predator that wasn’t used to indulging feelings. The holopad needed to charge regardless, so I decided to attempt to get some sleep. It had been an evening’s slumber that morphed me into this creature, so perhaps I’d revert back to my Krakotl form if I could get some shut-eye. A combination of factors made it difficult to doze off. I was plagued by worries over whether this situation could be permanent, physical stimuli didn’t align with my mental conception of self, and worst of all, the loudening cries of my stomach rendered it impossible to fall into a restful state.
I tossed and turned for hours attempting to get comfortable, until darkness had taken the skies of Earth. When I finally directed my thoughts away from the unfortunate predator-body situation, they landed on the gaping chasm in my belly…which made it more uncomfortable. Couldn’t I have a few hours of reprieve from this reality, to refresh my willpower? At this point, it wasn’t just distracting; it was painful, and awful growling sounds cropped up on repeat. My hands tugged the blankets tighter over my head, and by some miracle, I eventually drifted into slumber.
That mercy was short-lived, as a stabbing pain in my gut woke me. I was quite disappointed to still look down at a human form with predator senses, rather than waking on my ship and laughing at a terrible nightmare. Judging by the color of the sky, the hunger pangs interrupted my sleep cycle after a few hours. My hand massaged my stomach with displeasure, and with a groan, I conceded defeat. There was no way I could fall back asleep in a timely fashion, plus the shut-eye I’d gotten was clearly low-quality. Wasn’t it enough that I was starving, without having to stumble around sleep-deprived too? No wonder these beasts couldn’t hold out against bloodlust for an entire lifetime.
These millions of humans don’t know anything other than this. I hate to go back on my promise not to give them any sympathy, but I feel a little bad for them. No sapient deserves to be born like this.
I supposed if I was this ravenous and worn down, it would be the perfect opportunity to document my experiences for Krakotl researchers. Coming up with a plan to craft a dossier, and getting them to trust what looked like predator-sourced information, was another story. Every herbivore knew that humans were deceivers, so it would be justified to assume that I had an ulterior motive for this painstakingly drafted research. My legs slung out of bed, with my maw parting in a yawn; the grogginess hadn’t vacated my system. I removed the holopad from the docking station, and waited as the camera scanned my horrific features.
“Okay. Now that you’re losing your mind to hunger, time to…look up pictures of prey animals, and then blood.” The nerves had my stomach somersaulting, as I found my way to the default search screen. “Need to write something down to ground myself, if the fog makes me dissociate into a…primal state of being.”
I found a blank sheet of paper, which would function as my notepad, assuming I could maintain control under a flood of blinding instincts drowning all sense and thoughts. I drew a terrified intake of breath, worried that Narlem could be lost forever in the fog. My hands penned out the harsh human lexicon of their own accord, rather the civilized Krakotl alphabet. Your name is Narlem. You are a Krakotl, not a predator. Killing living beings is reprehensible. You’re sticking dead carcasses, flesh from an animal, in your mouth—NOT FOOD. READ THIS, NOT FOOD. Those are innocent creatures that deserve to live their lives.
I set the pen down, and before I could talk myself out of completing my duty to my homeworld, I punched the words “pictures of prey animals” into the search box. My binocular eyes inspected the millions of results that cascaded down my screen, though I didn’t trust the signals they’d send to my brain. Several of the results had vicious predators chasing or pouncing on the innocent herbivores, though curiously, none were humans. A shudder rippled down my spine, but I didn’t feel a sudden urge to drink the animals’ blood from their appearance. Deciding to press my luck even further, I clicked on a single result of a tiny, floppy-eared creature with curved hindlegs; the subtext read “Rabbit.”
I focused my pupils on its defenseless form, and took inventory of what was going through my human bloodstream. There was an emotion that I didn’t recognize, causing a strange levity in the region of my heart; my gaze was drawn to the rabbit’s beady eyes. The intrusive thought leapt through my brain, wondering how soft its fur would be to my hands. The prey animal was stirring stronger assessments of cuteness than Krakotl hatchlings had before. It was difficult to think of anything other than the overwhelming emotion of how adorable the creature was, even distracting me from the hunger pangs for a moment. What the fuck was going on? This was some…totally out-of-proportion nurturing instinct?
“That’s not right, and it’s definitely not my holdover Krakotl feelings. Shit, I can’t write this down. How do I explain it, and who would believe it?” I hissed.
My fingers flew across the keyboard at lightning speed, typing a question in search of an answer. “Why do humans think animals are cute?” I queried. Multiple scientific articles stated the feeling of animal adorability as some ubiquitous trait across the hominid species, rather than a defect. The consensus seemed to be that Terrans had a powerful nurturing instinct toward their babies, and that certain animal features garnered that reaction due to generations of natural selection. I blinked in disbelief; I would’ve never even considered such an absurd statement about predators, had I not felt it beyond my cognition. Gavin might’ve been telling the truth, when he professed how deeply he loved his children? This just couldn’t be right.
When I imagined something awful happening to the rabbit, it definitely invoked involuntary sympathy. Maybe it was the sight of blood that flipped humans from nurturing mode to hunting mode. That made sense, allowing them to differentiate between pack bonding and brutal murder; how else could a feeling creature bash an animal’s skull in? Terrans had more emotions than I thought possible, but that must be what made them such convincing liars. They had another side. I punched in the word “predation”, as my stomach growled to remind me of its needs. My eyes were trained on the floor, while I spent several seconds repeating the mantra I’d penned out on the paper.
Dead carcasses. Not food.
My pupils jerked onto the screen, and I clenched my fist to ensure I could remain in control. One photograph of massive, non-sapient predators munching at the bloodied, hollowed-out carcass of an animal, caught my attention. The fact that such pictures had been recorded and plastered on the Terran internet for all to see made me disgusted, which led to confusion over why I wasn’t feeling bloodlust. I magnified the image, zooming in on the crimson interior of a ribcage. When I forced the thought of snacking on that blood, a sick taste swelled in my throat—likely a phantom memory of what flesh tasted like. It was so acidic that it burned like upcoming puke, leaving me feeling squeamish.
It certainly wasn’t setting off the happiness receptors in my brain like the cute rabbit had, which was confusing. Hadn’t my human form really wanted to eat? I was even more surprised when I recognized the torch climbing up my throat, and I barely leaned over the trash can in time. Yellow stomach acid spewed from within my empty belly, leaving me coughing out the nasty taste. The predator instincts hadn’t been dreaming about what meat tasted like at all; the mere sight of gore was enough to induce vomiting, even on the brink of starvation. I panted, trying to spit the lingering poison out of my mouth. These reactions didn’t compute with Terrans’ known behavior one bit.
“How can a fucking predator be repulsed by blood, when they need it?” I coughed.
Rebuffed in my attempts to document the worst Terran impulses, I was back to the drawing board. A lightbulb flashed in my head, punching in, “Human desire for Venlil flesh.” This would be the perfect way to at least find predators discussing those unforgivable feelings, and then figure out what triggered the brutish side of them that I knew was in there. Once I had that information in wing, I might be able to elicit the correct responses from myself. My face lit up in an involuntary happy snarl, showing my teeth reflexively. There was one repulsive instinct to document, but I had bigger fruits to pluck.
There was a disclaimer at the top of the search, stating that safety parameters were being applied to the results. That explained the articles I’d read earlier, which must be fake publications trying to pretend beasts could be nurturers. I laughed at myself, almost falling for such a basic trick due to a few chemicals I couldn’t understand. They were clever beasts, concealing the truth from any prey who got access to their internet, but they had miscalculated thinking we couldn’t disable it. I clicked on the settings icon to remove the filters, then refreshed the page. This would show exactly what intentions humanity really had for the Ven…
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I screamed, nearly falling out of my chair. I scrambled to close the tab with a mortified expression, though it was too late to unsee the traumatizing images. “That is what they really want from them?! By Inatala, I’m never doing…research again.”
I considered writing that finding down on my notepad, given that the Venlil deserved some warning, but I didn’t want to dwell on that for a second longer. My biological responses had been quite lacking in the instincts department, which was reassuring for my ability to maintain personal agency. Somehow, the sight of blood and death wasn’t enough to morph me into a mindless hunter. Maybe I could beat this curse, and uphold my prey values to spite Gavin McLean. Tilting my head back in thought, I considered what to do about the stomach problem. Since I still had my prey mind inside this awful skull, and didn’t consider carcass-munching normal, perhaps I could make proper choices for nourishment…even as a human.
Despite having spewed my guts out mere minutes ago, that expulsion had only brought the hunger pangs back with a vengeance. With zero desire to seek out information stored on the Terran internet, I wandered over to what looked like a refrigerator. My hands tugged at the door, finally heeding my belly’s entreaties. I recalled how humans had mixed plants and flesh at the coffee shop, and searched for a fruit item that was definitely separate from any contaminants. My meaty palm closed around a carton of blackish-blue berries, which read “blackberries.” Popping off the lid with my nimble digits, I greedily shoveled a handful between the monster’s canines. The juices sang even on human taste buds, leaving me confused why they would ever turn to morbid cuisine.
I tilted my head back, pushing the berries to the back of my throat with my tongue and using gravity to assist my swallowing. My windpipe suddenly felt very restricted, like rocks were lodged in my throat; I pounded at my neck with a fist, and tried to push saliva down to move it along. Predators…or mammals in general couldn’t swallow like Krakotl, of course; the concept of chewing with teeth was alien to me. How could you tell when the knives implanted in your mouth mashed the food enough to be safe? Did you hold the food in place with your tongue, and which teeth did what? Once the discomfort eased from my throat, I started on the next round of berries.
It was beyond strange to hear a crunching sound within my own skull, and have to mash solid objects into a pulp-like texture. I imagined the damage these fangs could do on an animal’s throat, killing them in seconds. Under the present circumstances, it was a nuisance to go through laborious motions with every bite. Nothing could just be easy with human day-to-day life. I flew through the blackberries in spite of the challenges, finding that food had never been so delicious. I emptied the carton with a satisfied snarl, and allowed the human expression to linger.
This will fix my hunger once it reaches my stomach, without partaking in flesh consumption! I’m a genius!
Feeling my spirits lifted, I snagged the notepad from my desk, and used it to take inventory of the items in the fridge. There were a ton of items that were definitely the flesh of different animals. Nathan had been just as degenerate as any other human. It got worse after I inspected the unfamiliar items. Cheese required research on the internet, which I did with some apprehension; meanwhile, the eggs were baby birds, like our own hatchlings…or the supposed younglings that humans found cute! I stuffed the vile biohazards into a bag, and trotted it out to the trash chute in the hallway. Nathan, the predator, wouldn’t be needing this filth anymore.
Thanking Inatala for the novel approach I’d thought up, I retreated back to my bed with immeasurable relief. Once my hunger wore off and I got some sleep, I’d go find some more berries—however primates did that. I couldn’t wait for the overpowering need to stop hounding me. My hand nursed the epicenter of hunger pangs in my stomach, and waited for the purity of the fruit to cleanse its appetite. Maybe I could survive on Earth with a prey mindset after all.
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My herbivorous meal didn’t so much as take the edge off my appetite, no matter how long I waited. The hunger persisted without refrain, and I found myself crying in my bed as I tried to sleep through the pain. Despite being filled with nutritious fruits, the predator’s stomach wouldn’t accept that it had been fed; it didn’t feel the least bit full. It was addicted to flesh, and I finally gleaned that humans hunted prey because they had no choice to survive. That meant I had no choice, if I wanted to live through the next few cycles. The fact that I’d derived zero sustenance from that carton showed that Ambassador Noah had lied, when that deceiver claimed that some Terrans ate only vegetables.
That poor Noah had to live on vegetables for twenty-plus days to sell that lie on Aafa, and likely more around the Venlil. Must’ve been going crazy; I don’t know how he could bear the bloodlust agony.
Dawn was beginning to show on the horizon, and the hunger contractions had returned on their hourly schedule. Hopeless whimpers trailed from my throat, as I lamented the fact that I’d thrown away Nathan’s share of the pack’s hunting. All I had were vegetables that wouldn’t sate the beast’s intrinsic needs without carcass scraps. If I wanted to end this suffering, I’d have to hunt. My eyes stared up at the ceiling, contemplating my options. Was the ethical choice to terminate myself, rather than partake in such practices? My gaze drifted over to the research notes I’d set aside, back when my sole purpose was detailing the human condition in its actuality for prey researchers.
With a depressed sigh, I ambled over to the desk and jotted down the simple, “Creature has terrible stomach pains without flesh. Tried feeding self with fruit, to no avail.” It was then that I weighed how Houston was supposed to be a non-existent city, in my timeline; that meant I only had to press on until the extermination fleet arrived at Earth. New resolve entered my veins, as I considered how useful any information could be for Krakotl generals. Any insight that I could convince them of might help recruit more allies. Any tactical advantage I could impart may result in less prey lives lost, meaning worthy people would live for my sacrifice.
That meant I needed to hunt, in the hopes of retaining my sanity. I drew a shuddering breath, knowing that my father would never see his son’s greatest act of heroism for his people. My sins would be unthinkable, but I was going to die in this coil with the other Houston-based predators soon anyway. The animals were going to perish during the bombing, so it wouldn’t make a difference if I chose not to eat them. My fleshy cheeks burned with shame, but I resigned myself to learning how to hunt nonetheless.
“Okay. We have to do this, Narlem.” I pressed my hands to my scalp, and racked my brain for how predators hunted. I didn’t have the slightest clue where to start, while my inability to spark my instincts meant I couldn’t glean any hardwired pointers. “First, we crouch for stealth and avoiding detection, right? Then, pounce and strangle. Should be simple. Maybe the human’s muscles will remember it, like with walking.”
I brought myself as low to the ground as I could on bent knees, determining angles to lean my body not to fall. My arms were held raised, with open palms so I could strangle whatever I came in contact with. I pushed off the ground, propelling myself forward with as much power as these lanky legs could muster. My hands snapped shut around phantom prey, and I pretended to squeeze the very air from its throat. This was a graphic and violent process, but I seemed to be getting the hang of it enough to catch something small like a pigeon. Terrans were apex predators, so it couldn’t be that hard in the wild, right?
Once the sun was fully raised in the sky, I resigned myself to set off into the streets of Houston to find my first predator meal.
A/N - Part 4! Determined to gather intelligence that'll help the Krakotl kill humanity, a starving Narlem sets out to gauge the famed predator instincts; and instead finds out that bunnies are cute, gore makes us retch, and that humans have very different ideas about the Venlil than he thought. Our narrator gets the great idea to throw out all of Nathan's "predator food", but after a single carton of fruit doesn't help, decides he has to go hunting in Houston to squash his hunger.
Do you think what Narlem has learned so far has changed his mind? How will trying to kill and eat the first animal he sees go over in the middle of a big city?
As always, thank you for reading and supporting!
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I subscribed to knowledge fight on 11-1-2023 let's see how long it takes
Narlem discovers the NoP fandom (2136, Memory Transcript, colorized)
Some Lvm
The Algorithm just floated for me a rear footage of human krakotl interaction at the beach: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/rktq44Cuqjw?feature=share
sticksnstones
As someone who just BIT the inside of his cheek while eating an orange, I need the bird to experience this. You know not the privilege of a beak that can't rip into your own stupid fleshy cheeks!
Bbobsillypants
His family is gonna look up his web history to see what going wrong with him. And then preceed to get more concerned
Bbobsillypants
Its even funnier from a meta perspective cause in the NOP cannon presumably a xeno is writing this story about humans and knows exactly what they were about. I Wonder how long the UN managed to keep this aspect of humanity under wraps.
Yannis Morris
Federation thinking: The first conclusion is always correct (unless it’s anything positive about “predators” in which case it’s never correct)
Overwatch_the_protogen
Looks like someone found E6. hehe.
Mo no
I know alot of cop (expensively) in bigger cities have a lot of work dealing with crack heads vs mental issues. I don't think it's gonna end worse than a taser unless he has a weapon. I know Huston has almost as many cop involved shootings as Vegas but if he's doing squats in his apartment to prepare he ain't gonna have a weapon
Arkeilam
he's gonna get arrested for being a psycho in public, if he's lucky
Lapis Kelinia
How can he? Humans are blood thirsty monsters. Why would they try to organize information in a searchable manner?
Youre a swedekisser arent you
He may also be in the future, which is arguably even worse as he would've woken up to seeing his home town be bombed to oblivion. On the plus side he could very easily take down the ship from the inside, saving more lives. Unless... Maybe this book explains that Houston still exists by having Narlem contact Nathan in his old body and getting him to destroy the ship from the inside!
Legion
Space paladin ! Does that mean that the poor guy that tried to end it is now in a ship full of space racist birds ????
Mo no
I know this is scifi but All I can think is this poor guy is gonna go out in the hot ass Texas sun with only a few berries in his belly very little water after vomiting and taking a shit ton of sleeping pills which your body will try to filter it out of you by using even more fluids on top of that hes sleep deprived. He's gonna be a heat casualty in at least 30 minutes after stepping outside.
GeneralLDS
NAH. DUDE JUST GOOGLE IT
Apogee
Perhaps, deep down, he wants to see what it’s like. Be the hunter for once, instead of the one in constant fear of a grey busting down the door
EliasArt2Life
Considering Nathan attempted suicide, and downed a whole bottle of pills, I’m not discounting starvation.
Amanda Chowning
I still don’t understand why he doesn’t dig that stuff he threw away out of the trash. Seems easier than hunting. I understand why he might be extra hesitant to eat eggs, but you’d think he’d rather eat trash can cheese than have to kill and eat a bloody animal (from a grossness, cultural, ease of access, etc. standpoint). Heck he probably didn’t figure out where to move the trash yet, and it’s probably still in his apartment trash can and everything.
Tazeell
You could look it up and find out right now in great detail :P
Reptani
Gonna be honest, if I was walking down the street and saw someone try to catch and eat pigeons with their bare hands, I'd just walk away faster and assume they were on drugs. Or mentally ill. Or both. Which is unfortunately not uncommon. But it'll definitely be a problem if the police try to confront him, since in the US they're armed. Also, imagine how grossed out he'd be if he actually gets to the point where he tries to chew on a pigeon - or like someone's dog - and realizes how utterly disgusting it tastes?
Tazeell
Hahaha him finding the Venlil porn got me so bad! Oh so very real too! Curious if ravenous crazy man will end up dragged to some sort of soup kitchen or homeless feeding place if he doesn't try to eat someone's pet first. Really needs to learn how to research stuff the dumby. I do find the hunger pains a bit excessive though, unless the body had already been not eating for awhile it's just a day. Easy to go a whole day without eating and not even feel a hint of hunger. He'd never have made it poor with that appetite.
unknown_stranger
Funny take: Narlem actually *wants* to eat meat. How else can someone be so oblivious as to how nutrition works? Even for the feds, that's quite an achievement. I think it's the same fascination some people get when they look down from great heights. Y'know it's an absolutely dumb idea, but there is this secret wondering... a longing, for the taste of the forbidden fruit...
Byron Ritchie
HumanxVenlil porn is canon! I probably shouldn’t be exited about that… However…
Aured
I laughed so hard at the "venlil flesh" search. What's that called, rule 34 or something. Poor guy is going to be traumatized. He'll have a completely different warning to give his people back home
Greyfus Gymir
She found venlil smut. I feel so bad. What would she say in her report?
Noah Stroik
Well that depends. I don’t know if it was said how big the krakotl are compared to us so they may just need less food than we do
Pyroraptor
Narlem, we need more than just a couple of berries per day. Thanks for the chapter!
Greg Gougeon
He vastly underestimated how much food a human needs to eat. He ate what like 150 200 calories. After not eating for 24hours? He did not think maybe I just need more food. Or are his caloric needs far far less than a humans.
Neu5Ac
I suspect the latter option is the one we're going to get. I doubt any other characters are going to be introduced, so there needs to be a reason for Caleb to return before a week has passed (because seeing him forget how to dress himself and hearing him say he downed an entire bottle of sleeping pills wasn't enough, apparently). Having him come back to bail Nathan out of jail would be a sound reason. Also, don't forget they're in Houston, Texas. He might try catching a roadrunner or an armadillo instead. In the former case, good luck lmao, and in the latter, hope he likes the flavor of leprosy.
Byne
"A combination of factors made it difficult to doze off." taking an unhealthy amount of sleeping meds and still being unable to sleep is the most relatable he's been yet.
Sci-fi reader
And Onlyfans, xeno edition.
Sci-fi reader
He is going get arrested and put under psych evaluation.
RaptorRed
He is gonna be one unhappy bird brain in a human body
RaptorRed
You can't just eat all those berries like that. pretty sure not long before he needs the toilet. Narlem is going to mess around and find out... A lot of stuff.
EliasArt2Life
*Sigh* Narlem, Narlem, Narlem. He can’t sleep from hunger pains, and the first thing he does is LOOK UP PREY ANIMALS?!? He needs to get his priorities in order. The first thing he should have done was look up what he could eat. Also, did he seriously eat a Krakotl portion of berries, find that he was still hungry, and come to the conclusion that human appetites for flesh are insatiable? And he doesn’t even look up HUMAN HUNTING STRATEGIES! I feel SO sorry for this kid. The worst part is that there was probably some RICE in the cupboards there, which would have been much better at sating his appetite. Someone had better let him know what WORKS for a vegetarian diet (i.e. NOT just berries that are primarily sugar) If he wasn’t in so much pain from hunger, and so traumatized, I sit back and laugh when he tries to catch a pigeon, only for it to never let him QUITE get close enough. The Krakotl is about to discover why we are so envious of birds’ ability to fly.
Alicja
Everyone’s gonna think he’s such a weirdo when he jumps around trying to catch pigeons. I know from expierince that it’s really hard to catch one, but if this guy does manage to catch one and starts eating it, he’s gonn end up in the psych ward
Mr. Walker
He should be glad that he didn't find the Arxur x Krakotl erotica it might be what finally completely broke his mind.
Cat rice
So all right two things are probably gonna happen. (i’m assuming he’s going to try hunting a rat) Either people are gonna call health services because seeing a guy eating a rat would make anyone concerned. Or he’s going to realize how absolutely pathetic our fingers and teeth are to killing small ‘pray’. Also, a couple of berries, really, get that they are still used to their alien body. Which was smaller, but I think they should’ve noticed how tall they are by now. Dude gonna have a lot of bloody fingers after this. But hopefully learn the wonders of cooking.
The Magician
This only ends with him in a psych ward eating oatmeal
Jay Scott Raymond
Narlem discovers rule 34.
Mr. Walker
I get he is hangrey, but he comes off as a lazy researcher. Searching, "Humans eating without flesh," might get him to go down a vegan or vegetarian rabbit hole.
Mr. Walker
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I screamed, nearly falling out of my chair. I scrambled to close the tab with a mortified expression, though it was too late to unsee the traumatizing images. “That is what they really want from them?! By Inatala, I’m never doing…research again.” . . . Yep, one of the things primates are known for is being weirdly horny animals.
Some Lvm
How will hunting pigeons in the middle of Huston go? No idea really, never been to the US, but I have a distinct feeling people will just walk away pretending to have seen nothing. If he goes for someone's pet on the other hand, well Huston is in Texas right? And from the TV I learned people in Texas strongly believe in the 2nd amendment... Also: Narlem - googles "Venlil flesh" - "Ha, a picture of ambassador Noah, makes sense, he must have been the first human to taste Venlil flesh." Narlem - clicks on picture, it is linked to 34.com Narlem - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".
Apogee
Well, he won’t catch a bird, and when he goes after a pet(he seems like he would rather ‘hunt’ a predator animal) then God help his fool self
S1nsational
Ok, what is MSG supposed to mean in this context? I'm guessing Monster Sex Game, which could only mean F95, but if so, I've never heard it referred to like that
sticksnstones
Now that's some powerful bird brain! "I will NOT be needing this!" Two minutes later... "Oh shit I might have actually needed that!"
S1nsational
I agree, someone should really warn Tarva that her boyfriend wants to have sex with her!!
Wickerwood
He is right about one thing. Someone should warn the venlil.
Wickerwood
Sex jokes are timeless
Pineapplepilot
Some poor late night/early morning walker is gonna watch this moron try to strangle a squirrel, and that only ends in one of two ways: he fails and gets some weird looks, or he succeeds and gets the cops called on him.
Wickerwood
Better to take the blood off bloodlust.
S1nsational
You know, it's so easy to forget the context for this side story, which is it's a popular novel set in the past of our current timeline but published in the future of our timeline. So the vast majority of the people reading this, especially those who have become adults in and around the time of publishing, are going to have completely different perspectives on all of this than even the current population. Learning how humans want to fuck nearly every alien species would probably still be shocking to many aliens in our real timeline, but in the time in which this book was actual published, mixed species relationships and marriages are probably a lot more common especially between humans and venil, and humans and yotul. Which makes the scene here where Narlem freaks out about humans wanting to fuck venil a comedic scene both for us and the readers of the time in which the book is published
Roscuro
What did he see of the venlil, Paladin? Tell us.
PS1 Hagrid
Average day in Houston
S1nsational
I am incredibly pro alien fucking, Noah got pretty lucky.
Youre a swedekisser arent you
Oh dear, this dumb bird is going to try to gank a dog or cat or something, isn't he? Whatever he's about to try to go after, it won't be something we usually munch on, nor will it be with the proper tools. People are gonna think he'd deranged. Also amazing to see him find out that humans are not hungry for aliens, but horny for them. Absolutely hilarious! I hope Caleb goes through his search history and thinks "Nathan" is some kind of xenophile now. That would be truly hilarious to see! As always, great job wordsmith!
BigSneppy
Hunger induced brain fog plus bird brain
BigSneppy
Narlem found the MSG website
Ondram05
I hope he doesnt think all humans are horny shits who want to do... THAT to venlil forever...
pogman
Not enough ngl
DrewTheHobo
What an idiot, why not just google “food” or something? And why does he think we hunt food when he saw people ordering it from the coffee shop?
Anemoia
Now I'm picturing him crouch-walking down the street with his palms out in "rawr" stance toward a group of pigeons, just for some dude to be like "bro are you okay?"
jervictor jer
I can already see the conga line, of police officers, health services, asylum workers, and many more waiting to detain and stop him. heck, I can already see that he tries to eat a cat or dog, only for the owner or the animal to beat him to a pulp, and then he screams at the top of his lungs that he doesn't want to be put down while the police eventually arrest him.
S1nsational
Narlem is redefining the term birdbrain. Getting exposed to humans wanting to fuck Venil is the least of what he deserves
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