The stars shone don upon the planet, speckling the smothering blanket of black that was the beautiful night sky. Looking out upon the sky, beholding the lands beyond the atmosphere, The Plant gazed at the world in which it lived. The sounds of sleeping plants drifted threw the air, disturbing its train of thought. The Plant listened, deciding to stop pondering the ways of the world for a while, to just take in its surroundings, be one with its own kind.
It watched over the plants as they dozed, sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world, not the slightest hint of stress, strain or confusion. Knowing nothing of the horrors that life could mercilessly bestow upon your soul and how the world could laugh long and loud as you struggled to survive. To them the earth was a perfect place, nothing was ever worth stressing about. Without any burden to bare these creatures could live their lives in peace and serenity, not needing to worry yet unaware of the truth. Sometimes The Plant wished that it to could b free of the responsibility and torture that came with sentience and intelligence. Never could it truly rest without uncertainty; questioning the ways of the world, wondering how it could change it's own fate. Every now and then there was a moment in time inwhich The Plant desired a moment of naivety. At times it lusted oblivion.
But not all the flora that patterned the opening were resting below the stars; a fully grown plant was making a small waving motion towards a large round monstrosity of vegetation. One of the human beings most common form of greeting is to wave their open metacarpus in a horizontal blur, a sign that meant "hello". By making the waving motion with it's body the plant was not signing a greeting but scanning the vibes that the dome like flora was releasing. Though it seemed like a somewhat intelligent feat The Plant was not in the least surprised or remotely interested. That particular species of plant was well known for being extremely wary and constantly checking for any threats to its survival. Though it was a wise decision; to scan the large bulb as they are particularly dangerous towards small groups of plants when the sun was down. The buried root-like tendrils of the bulb would burrow through the earth, bursting out of the ground near concentrations of small-scale vegetation. Surreptitiously slithering towards the sleeping plants, they would bore and drill into the body of the unsuspecting plant. Proceeding to inhale the plants entrails, through an opening at the end of the appendage, transporting them back to the bulb where it would be used as fertilizer for the murderous plant.
All of these thoughts began to stir a familiar feeling of hunger inside the The Plant, taking all of its attention away from the other flora and redirecting it towards a new goal; consuming another to nourish it's own anatomy. This was not something The Plant participated in often, as it was intelligent enough to know to savoir it's aliment so as not to overindulge or terminate to many of a kind. But the current supply of nutriment had run out of stock and it was time to commit murder in the name of survival.
The Plant had more control of it's appendages than any other plant life it knew of. And it had many, sprouting off of the main body they spread out, some reaching for the sky, others sweeping the ground; sensing any nearby lifeforms. The Plant channeled all of its energy into those low protuberances, focusing on sensing any plant life within range of its longest limb-like structures. Blocking out the rest of the world, The Plant scanned the area for the signs of life; motion, heat, sound and vibrations. After a long wait, that would have tested the patience of any man, The Plant finally sensed a small, runt of a plant that fit all the requirements. Stretching out its longest appendages, The Plant reached around a newborn tree and seized a hold of it's victim, wrapping around the body. Using all of its might and strength it pulled on the flora, willing its roots to loosen out of surprise. The weak plant did not stand a chance in a battle of strength and it wasn't long before the roots were seconds away from splintering. The unfortunate flora was now considerably closer to The Plant and it could sense the victims specifics. Sensing the minuscule details of prey, The Plant found something it didn't like. This weakling was more than it seemed.
The Plant tried, in vain, to throw the deceitful flora from it's limb but it was to late. Spicules erupted from miniature holes that covered the entirety of the small plant, piercing The Plant, slicing gashes through it's helpless appendage. The spikes ejected a purple liquid that expeditiously seeped into The Plant's appendage. It was a lethal venom, a deadly poison that would instantly eliminate any unwary plant once it reached the main body. Recognizing the murderous intentions of the venom, The Plant immediately knew what it had to do if it wanted to survive this petrifying, violent nightmare. The poison was slowly turning the appendage a sickly shade of purple but it had not reached the vital area, the body of The Plant, yet. Using the Spicules to its own advantage, The Plant violently thrust the horrendously sharp spikes, of the viscous plant, into to the point where the appendage met the body, in an attempt to sever the limb, stopping the acidic venom from reaching the body. Back and forth, The Plant swung the flailing flora into the now half-destroyed limb, creating larger and larger gashes every time. The Plant endured wild spasms as the pain became almost unbearable. Finally the last of the appendage gave way and the limb, along with the mendacious plant, fell to the ground, twitching as it lay slowly dying, helpless and alone.
The Plant contracted as much as it could, desperately trying not to think of the unbearable pain that was surging through it's entire body. Terrified at how close it had come to death itself, The Plant was motionless, not daring to make a sound. It knew that, for the moment, there was no more danger but it was truly shaken. Time would heal its wounds and a new protuberance would grow, replacing the fallen, but The Plant was to disturbed to even try for the slightest morsel of food. Tonight, it would go hungry.
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The Evolution of The Silenced
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