The Evolution of The Silenced

Chapter Six: The Time of Impulsion

Life is relentless, cold and mercilessly inflicting conflict upon the lives of all. Even the littlest of discomforts will pile up, slowly driving the weak to insanity, slowly driving the strong to their death. The Plant knew of these terrible truths through the constant trauma of its intricate predicament. Surrounded by inferior creatures, unable to have intelligent interactions, unfairly trapped within the earth, unable to expand and learn. 

The Plant truly hated "The Time of Impulsion", as it had come to call the recurring atrocity of instinctual reproduction. It had learnt of the term "impulsion" when observing the last moments of a dying traveler's life. He had stumbled into the clearing, showering the ground and plants with his lifeblood. His companion, a women clad with worry, was at his side seconds before he hit the ground, sprawling across the flora, deep red blood seeping from many wounds, from his mouth and nose. Another liquid stained his clothing, tears, falling in great amounts from trembling eyes. Not his eyes but his companions as she held him, muttering and sobbing about their many successes. They had their final conversation; he told her not to attempt any sort of vengeance upon the beast that had stripped him of long life. He told her that "it had been overcome with impulsion, its instincts made protecting its children it's number one priority, above its own life and all else." At first The Plant didn't understand the term but as he listened to their final exchange it began to comprehend the meaning behind the word. The traveler died soon after, his final breath spent screaming of how he had never discovered the new species of his dreams, he had never completed his purpose, his passion. 

The beast had acted on impulsion, fueled by instinct, which in turn was fueled by survival, just as the flora of the clearing did during The Time of Impulsion, relentlessly ignoring all rational thoughts. As if The Plant wasn't reminded of its lone intelligence and of being surrounded by the inferior every single moment of it's long-lasting life, it had to bare the repulsive actions of all those overcome by instinct for an entire moon. Over and over again, never ceasing, every twelve damned moons. Perhaps the flora were just too vacuous to comprehend the mindless atrocities they so often commit. The were completely and utterly overpowered, mere puppets of instinct. 

The plants of the clearing below the mountain apparently felt an irresistible urge, an overwhelming need to consume and conserve energy once every twelve moons, but The Plant had always felt nothing, no urge, no need. The Plant had compensated what this would mean. If it never reproduced a new seedling than when it died it's entire species would die with it, never to be seen or heard again. Nothing would ever be killed by them again, none would interact with The Plant's species again. But The Plant didn't  know any of this for sure, for it could not possibly know what the future held, it could be waiting to spring a lethal trap or grant The Plant's every desire. Thoughts surged through The Plants mind; what would become of it's complex species? Would they live on, would they perish?

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The Plant needed to consume, it needed to obtain as much energy as it could, from the earth, from its fellow plants, by any means necessary. It began to channel all its focus into absorbing every single particle of nutriment from the ground, from the rich earth around it. Suddenly it sensed it, a nearby plant attempting to drain the ground of nutriment, nutriment that it would keep for itself. No! The Plant would not let this detestable piece of flora get away with this sin, get away with the precious sustenance. The Plant blocked out everything, transferring all energy from its upper body down to its roots, draining literally everything, leaving the ground nothing more than void dirt. But it would not stop there, could not stop there. The Plant stretched its roots, which were far longer then its rival's, and plunged them into its enemies area, curling around its roots, strangling it while taking all sustenance for itself. Before long there was not a drop of nutriment left in the soil. But The Plant continued to consume, creating as much energy as possible.