Demon Diaries chp.1: Mothman
13:25, P-135 'Earth', UV: 6, Humidity: 30%
My name is └│┘└┐┘└┐[1], but the inhabitants of this planet I have crashed onto calls me the "Mothman". Apparently, that is due to my appearance bearing resemblance to a native species of animal that occurs on this planet. I supposedly look like what the inhabitants call a "moth". I am not certain just how alike to this "moth" I am, but I am quite certain I am, at any rate, superior to it, if the species classification of the inhabitants is anything to go by.
That is not to say that the inhabitants are inferior…at least, I cannot conclude that as of yet. Although it is very clear that inferiorities run rampant even within the inhabitants themselves. The inhabitants have quite a few deformities among them, yet they do not seem bothered in the least bit by it.
Unlike the ╖╝╬╚╓ [2], these "humans" (as the inhabitants have termed themselves) apparently exist in two versions as a result of a non-uniform genotype. I cannot fathom exactly why the humans have not tried to resolve this problem. A pure genotyped line would yield a more stable lineage, such as the ╖╝╬╚╓. There is little dispute among us where breeding is concerned, since every ╖╝╬╚╓ simply lays its eggs as their time approaches, watches over them until they hatch. At which point the hatchlings are taught the basic structural organization of our race, and within a planetary revolution, our time expires.
Humans, however, seem to differ in their habits. Are they unaware of their problem, or are they unable to solve it? As I have said, humans exist in two versions. One whose phenotype yields a level, sturdy body build. This is the phenotype that my host, who calls himself "Beld", has. The profile is a straight line. In terms of temperament, I cannot say anything definitive. There are many humans who come in this phenotype, but they seem much clearer in intent. My host appears to enjoy submerging himself in danger…either that or this planet is actually in a constant state of war. Recently, he has acquired some curious armor and weaponry. It is supposedly superior, but I cannot tell. My host simply defeats other creatures with a blow or so, I cannot tell gauge the efficacy of his weapons. At any rate, I enjoy the peaceful existence with him. However, most often I am summoned when that weird phenotyped human is around.
As I have said, the other yields a curvy phenotype instead. I believe this other weird human that my host often spends his time with (or so I believe, since I am not always summoned, but I do often see her when I am summoned) is of this curved phenotype. The humans refer to each other with "his" and "her" and the like, and since my host refers to himself as a "he", I suppose this weird one is a "her".
This other human looks distinctly different from Beld. She seems rather happy, perhaps even frenzied(?) when I am summoned. I cannot fathom why, though. Other humans do not act as she does, not even others of her phenotype…she must be an anomaly even amongst her own phenotype. She greets my host well enough, but she is quite loud, and emits high pitched cries when she sees me. I am not too certain what that means, but it is often followed by a series of rubbing on the top of my head. It rather interferes how my antennae receive information, I would like it if she stopped. This anomaly also seems to have labeled me as something entirely different from what other humans have labeled me as. She insists I am a "Fluffy", due to my fur, according to her. She also labels me as "cute". Though upon further research, the term "cute" is used freely amongst humans to describe things with an endearing trait, often because said endearing trait is reminiscent of the humans' fledglings.
I am quite sure I do not resemble any type of fledgling or young that inhabits this planet, so I do not see how it is possible that "Remy" (as my host and other humans call this anomaly) can apply that label to me. According to her, and my host, I am "interesting" and "entertaining" to watch. They are apparently interested in the "tilt" of my head which I do periodically to reset the fluid levels in my eardrums. Apparently, this is "cute" to them. Again, I do not see how any of myself, or my gestures, are reminiscent of their fledglings.
It is hard to fathom exactly why other humans put up with this anomaly. She has very little battle power, and I do not see much in terms of recovery. I note that she and my host share some similar traits: the ability to control elemental energy in the atmosphere (dubbed "use of Magic" by the humans), and a peculiar protrusion at the back of their heads. Are they perhaps related? Is "Remy" Beld's fledgling? Hatchling? There is much confusion about human social organization, that needs to be answered. I shall investigate more before I attempt a way back home.
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[1] └│┘└┐┘└┐ : Mothman's real name in his mother tongue. Indecipherable since it is not human language.
[2] ╖╝╬╚╓ : The name of the extraterrestrial race that the Mothman belongs to.