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Adapa

Adapa is a semi-bipedal mammal, primate or rodent closely resembling a squirrel, tarsier or lemur. He is more genetically related to lorises and nagapies, but his sentience and sapience is more similar to hominids, neanderthals and modern homo sapiens.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Adapa

So begins...

Adapa's Story

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Within the Outer Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, deep within the Kos System on a remote planet called Bastion IV, some strange events had taken place, the likes of which involved some unknown tragedies and mysteries that still remain unsolved. Trantor starships and cruisers launched military and civilian patrols into the Multiverse from deep space amidst transporters from the Kos Bastion Research Center above the clouds as Mauhasian scientists conducted their own studies at Campa Taighde Bandrui in the Xamayos Wilds. But the Xamayos Wilds was a very dangerous place to outsiders. It hosted a vast swath of thick, dark, untamed wilderness, inhabited by many large beasts and predators unbowed by the yoke of training. To enter the Xamayos Wilds unprepared was to invite certain death, as one group of interstellar scientists had evidently learned the hard way, their abandoned research center left uninhabited and in ruins.

The Xamayos Wilds had reclaimed the facility, which had apparently been built a very long time ago, perhaps even centuries ago by an unknown agency, race or species which seemed to have disappeared or maybe even gone extinct some untold millennia ago. The buildings, offices, cafeterias, sick bays, corridors and laboratories were completely silent and empty, seemingly devoid of intelligent life even though there was an obvious evidence of wildlife crawling all around. Grasses, weeds, vines and tree roots grew up out of the old decaying tile floors and ceilings, plant life consuming every hall and opening like weaving wooden serpents taking back their homeland by planting and terra forming a natural indigenous landscape of poisonous leaves and flowers, providing a habitat for many native species. A few skeletons resembling homo sapiens had been picked clean and scattered about, along with the bones and remains of other animals. All of the terrariums, ant farms, cages and aquariums had been shattered or busted, but there was nothing inside of them but mold and decay. Outside the facility was a badly rusted, smashed up truck which had also been reclaimed by nature, with a large tree growing vertically out of the truck bed, having sprouted up from the ground and forced its way slowly through the rusting metal over a period of several years, probably even over the course of many decades.

Whatever logos, stickers, decals, names, numbers, written logs, computer data or information that had been associated with the facility was by now long gone, forgotten and destroyed. Was it a government coverup by some ancient foreign institution? If so, which one, as the Multiverse had been running rampant with space exploration projects and top secret warring agencies from countless galaxies and planetary civilizations for as long as anyone could remember. What had happened to the inhabitants that used to run this research center? Was there some kind of accident, perhaps some act of sabotage or unexpected breach in security? Why had no one ever made a report about the existence of this facility? Why had none of the known space nations come forward to re-claim it? Why was it not indicated on any maps or listed in any data bases, or even hinted at in military records? Whatever had happened in the Xamayos Wilds, it left without a trace. Perhaps if someone had discovered it sooner, then a light could be shed on the deep mysteries surrounding the ancient ruins. But alas, too much time had passed and so the facility had been forgotten, completely erased from history apart from the few scattered remains of what probably once existed in that deep dark wilderness.

The only clue to that mystery now came in the form of the most unlikely of creatures. It just so happened on that particular day that a small rodent had been scurrying around the abandoned research center, scavaging and collecting trinkets. The small furry creature appeared to be the size of a lemur, resembling the makings of a squirrel but with one peculiarity that made it very different. This animal was not just a primate, but it was semi-bipedal with opposable thumbs and appeared to have both sentience and sapience, seeing as it was carrying a walking stick and wearing some kind of backpack or basket over its tiny little shoulders. He was scrounging through a pile of shredded leaves and rotten garbage, bones and metal scraps, almost completely submersed in all of the junk and shattered glass. He appeared to be scurrying frantically and frolicking about as he talked to himself in a language that sounded very much like Galactic Common, sifting through the foliage and broken tiles for something he had lost.

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"Ohhh where is it, where is it? I know it's around here somewhere, what did I do with it?" he muttered to himself, before poking his head up out of the trash heap to look around for danger. He wiggled his nose and perked his ears up, listening for a moment silently before diving back down into the pile. "Ah hah! Found it!" he said after a moment of pushing and kicking things around. The small rodent-like creature crawled out of the trash heap on all fours before standing up on two legs, holding a bird feather between his teeth that was almost half the size as he was. He took the feather in both hands and placed it into the small wicker basket on his back, next to some other gizmos and gadgets he had collected including a metal soup spoon, a thimble, a rusted pen spring and an old chewed up wod of bubblegum, grabbing his walking stick and flicking his whiskers before heading back into the Xamayos Wilds, walking casually into the dense jungle.

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Treda broke through the thick and brush, not exactly hungry, no real goals in mind. The giant turtle had a pretty big meal yesterday and wouldn't need sustenance for at least another day. Treda casually snapped off a clump of berries from a bush in passing. To most, they were poisonous. To this carnivorous massive turtle-thing, they were a digestive aid.

After about an hour of slow moseying the big turtle came across what might have once been a human habitat. Treda would never know it, but once upon a time this was a research center. While Treda was contemplating whether or not to check it out closer, there was a movement. A scurry. Something small was coming right towards the big turtle.

Treda gave a massive, slow sniff as the fuzzy little thing carrying a basket came past, immediately followed by-
Oh gosh-
-what THE-
-Treda had never-
"HUUAANNNN CCCHEEOOOOOOPHOOPHOOPHOOPHOOOOOOOO"

A scattering of leaves and a couple flecks of berry carried on the blast of Treda's first sneeze, which was unfortunately aimed directly at the little squirrel-like being carrying a basket.

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Adapa had found the bird feather he was looking for and had started to return to his home in the jungle. The "shrouded claws" was a name given to the dangerous jungle deep in the Xamayos Wilds, which was home to some of the worst predators on land. It hardly seemed like a habitat for domesticated giant squirrely animals, but then again, maybe it was the perfect environment for primato-sapient creatures such as him. Standing at a height of 2 feet tall and weighing just over 3 pounds, Adapa was very small but quite large for a squirrel, lemur, proto-primate or whatever he was. His pace was rather slow and unique, as he sometimes walked on all fours, pausing and hopping from one place to another, pausing, and hopping again before walking upright on his two hind legs. Likewise, his 2.5 foot long tail added to his overall body length which sometimes moved around like a third arm, using his furry fox-like tail to grip his prized feather, basket or walking stick as he walked home, pushing aside large brush and leaves.

As he approached a natural checkpoint he was familiar with, entering a small rodent path through the winding tree roots and foliage, he glanced up at the towering large ferns overlooking an enormously large misshapen boulder in the place of where Adapa expected to find a path. He stopped for a moment and pondered, scratching his chin. "Now that's odd, there's supposed to be a --" Adapa was suddenly interrupted by the massive boulder's head movement which caught the tiny mammal completely by surprise. His jaw dropped, his squirrely eyes widening as his whiskers sank, his body frozen with fear for a brief second before the sound of the large Xamoyan turtle getting ready to sneeze provoked an almost instantaneous response, causing the squirrel-like sentient rodent to leap off the ground and dart into the air with remarkable springing action, losing some of his trinkets and other gear in the process as they were instantly left behind.

"HUUAANNNN-" the turtle's sudden sneeze would have caused Adapa to leap right out of his shoes, if he had been wearing any. Although the turtle's sneeze wasn't very loud, to the tiny primate, it sounded almost like an elephant's trumpet.

"CCCHEEOOOOOOPHOOPHOOPHOOPHOOOOOOOO" the turtle bellowed long and hard, letting out a horrendous sound as chunks of leaves and poisonous berries were shot out of its massive nostrils upon sneezing in the direction of the very place Adapa had been standing frozen only milliseconds before. The squirrely mammal was incredibly quick, however, instinctively having launched himself to the bark of a tree with all four hands only to run up the surface of the tree afterwards, climbing to the opposite side of the tree trunk before peeking around the corner at the giant Xamayos turtle, flicking his tail wildly behind his back while squeaking and chirping with distressful agitation, rage and fear, as if cursing Treda in some foreign language. "Tchs tch ckts ckts ckts tchs tch" Adapa barked, alerting the large turtle to watch what it's doing or be more cautious. At that moment, Adapa had reverted back to his baser instincts, seeming less like a hominid with sapience and moreso like a common arboreal rodent.

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Treda remembered it now, as the squirrel-like thing make clickity noises from much higher up than moments before. The giant xamoyan turtle had ingested one of these before. Kind of. This one... well, this one smelled different. It smelled kind of...

Bad. It smelled horrendous. It didn't smell at all delicious. The last squirrel was more a snack. Akin to those crunchy not-sticks that were also salty that those little short fleshy things on loud two-wheeled machines dropped sometimes. The fleshy things, too, were semi-undelicious. Treda remembered eating one once and blinked, hard, along with a swallow. Yuck.

Anyhow, there was something about this squirrel-thing that was less squirrel and more thing. Treda wasn't interested in eating it. Instead, the giant turtle-thing elected to have a sit. It was more of a sploot, and the great xamoyan turtle sighed. Treda didn't have much to contemplate usually. There was, however, something up with the food around these parts. Maybe this squirrel thing had an idea of what was going on.

If it didn't smell like food, Treda thought in their proportionately walnut-sized brain, maybe it was something akin to a cohabitant.

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Adapa was no stranger to the Xamayoan goliath tortoise as he peered angrily at the enormous turtle in front of him with heavily curved eyebrows, raising his fist in the air and shaking it. Adapa seemed to now be threatening the hard shell creature, which was somewhat comical seeing as Treda was about the size of a fully domed indoor colosseum compared to the tiny mammal, which was roughly the same size as Treda's foot by comparison.

Turtles in the Xamayos Wilds were a threat to Adapa's very existence, but in the jungle, so was everything else around you. Adapa was amazingly small compared to most of the other native wildlife, including even other Xamoyoan giant squirrels, if any still managed to survive in the thicket with carnivorous dinosaurs and flying reptiles, or even large goliath turtles such as the one which moved around slowly in front of him. Yet his smallness was not his weakness, but a strength which gave Adapa the advantage of running across very thin branches, vines and leaf stalks, being capable of great speed with the ability to crawl and hide in small holes or other tiny places where larger predators wouldn't be able to reach him. His greatest weapon, however, was his mind which enabled Adapa to outwit hungry carnivores, perhaps even turning his predators into prey.

Adapa observed Treda cautiously as he peaked around from behind the tree he was clinging on to, his fox-like bushy tail no longer twitching as he watched the giant monster start to crash, plopping down in the brush to rest mindlessly, oblivious to the squirrely rodent's threats as it seemed to be relaxing in peace with its surroundings. After a moment, Adapa turned around upside down and began climbing back down the trunk of the tree, pausing and peaking around the other side at Treda before crawling back to the ground and standing upright on his hind legs, looking up at her. His whiskers twitched as his ears perked up, his black and brown round eyes wide open as he kept his distance. After a moment, however, and no longer deeming Treda as an immediate threat like some of the other creatures in the wilderness, Adapa sniffed the air and looked around for all the junk he had just dropped only minutes ago, quietly hopping around the giant shell monster and crawling quickly along the ground on all fours, snatching and grabbing everything he had dropped, including a few new items he hadn't dropped like some random lizard bones and part of a fragmented skull that had shot out of Treda's giant slimy nostrils when she sneezed.

Apparently, this particular turtle had eaten squirrels and other small animals of similar size to the tiny proto-primate that invaded the monster's personal space, looking around her gigantic side shell for more treasures. Adapa was still cautious, pausing and staring silently without moving before sniffing around and moving again abruptly, his twitchy and sudden hops and motions having no methodical rhythm or pace. He avoided Treda's head for the most part, circling around behind her. He did stop in front of her at one point, standing up on his back legs and sniffing her enormous beak before hopping around her again, appearing less angry or intimidated by the giant shell monster who didn't really seem to bother him all of a sudden. Adapa picked up his bird feather, his thimble, his ballpoint pen spring and his dirty sticky chewed up ball of gum before placing the lizard skull on his head like a bone helmet that just so happened to fit him perfectly.

The wilderness was wild like that. It was unpredictable, as the same animals and monsters that lived at constant war with one another also sometimes co-existed in perfect harmony, even if only for brief periods of time. It was not uncommon in the swamps and rivers to see large birds and flying reptiles perched or sun-bathing on the snouts of careless giant floating crocodiles, or giant dragonflies nesting on the head of insectivorous titano frogs that don't even seem to mind, as they themselves are perched on the leaflets of sleeping man-eating plants. Nature was awesome and spooky, and fascinating to behold as for a moment, neither the turtle or Adapa felt threatened.

The lemur-sized squirrely proto-primate finished gathering his things and looked around, pulling out his map, which was actually just an old shredded bandaid he had used to write on. The drawings were small and difficult for humans to see, but Adapa could read the scribbly markings just fine. He glanced at the map for a moment, before rolling it up again and sticking it into his pouch. Afterwards, he picked up his walking stick and continued on his journey home, walking away from Treda and towards the shrouded claws, taking the new path that Treda's enormous reptilian shell body had ploughed out before him during the making of her natural turtle trail through the brush. Xamoyoan turtles crafted excellent highways, which Adapa had grown quite accustomed to using over time. It wasn't everyday he almost got blown away or ran over by a four-legged bulldozer, but traffic was always busy and terrible in the Xamayos Wilds, or at least it seemed that way from his tiny point of view as he walked casually into the dense jungle, into the area where the Xamayos Wilds slowly merges with the shrouded claws, becoming thicker and darker.

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Treda smelled the strange squirrel from earlier, and slowly began in that general direction.

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Treda lumbered from the brush, chewing the rest of a mouthful of those berries they had found in transit.

The giant turtle admittedly had nothing better to do than explore a new scent, so that's what they did.

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As the miniscule sized 2 foot tall squirrelly proto-primate with sapience hiked casually along the giant Xamoyoan turtle Treda's large tortoise trail through the Xamoyos Wilds, he entered the area between the wild forest and the thick dark jungle. Adapa pushed some large ferns aside which had leafy petals even bigger than himself and looked around at the clearing surrounded by what appeared to him to resemble a small rocky mountain range. Other more larger animals probably thought they were just giant pointy boulders or a strange C-shaped curving row of pointed sharp rocks. But to the tiny little sentient rodent, everything seemed massive and so his tiny yet intelligent brain interpreted everything disproportionately large and overly exaggerated by size comparison to bigger lifeforms.

Adapa was a unique specimen, although not the first of his kind or even the only creature of his species in existence. There were other rodents or lemurian primato-sapiens where he lived, here in this very oasis. The enormous row of pointed rocks was the gateway to Adapa's paradise, his beloved home and family in the jungle. Oh and by "paradise" we do mean this was an *incredibly* dangerous area, home to perhaps the largest and deadliest predators on the planet. This was Hell's uterus, the earthy womb that gave birth to your darkest nightmares. Alas, the squirrelly creature had ascertained the shrouded claws and reached his destination, traveling relatively safe this time as opposed to others. Of course, life and survival always involved minor detours here and there, but Adapa made it back again in one piece, as he had often done several times before on previous ventures into the jungle. He smiled, his incisors and bucky long teeth baring as his whiskers flinched, his black and brown round eyes beholding the monument in his sight.

The shrouded claws...

Unbeknownst to pretty much every normal-sized lifeform in the deathbourne jungle, that large enormous C-shaped row of tall pointed rocks was actually not a grove of boulders or cyclopean stones, and they certainly weren't anywhere near large enough to be rocky mountains as the lorises, nagapies and magpies perceived them to be. The shrouded claws were actually the remnants of fossil remains belonging to some ancient extinct creature. The bones from that creature, much like the lost ruins in the Xamayos Wilds where Adapa had just come from had long been reclaimed by the wilderness. It's skeleton had decomposed and no longer remained, apart from the shrouded claws, the name that had been given to the place by another species. Oddly enough, the rocks were not even the remnants of fossilized claws either, despite their iconic C-shaped arrangement as if cupping or gripping whatever had once been in the center. "The Whale's Belly." Adapa muttered to himself out loud.

Despite looking cute and comical, the tiny squirrelly rodent-like lemurian primato-sapien plesiadapis was not off the mark, or off his rocking chair. Adapa's species had come to perceive the pointed mountains in a different spectrum, associating the mountains with a cave that lemurian plesiadapiforms called "the belly of the whale." Well as it turns out, those C-shaped mountains are in fact a more accurately U-shaped stone formation and somehow Adapa's species has managed to preserve the fact that they are actually fossilized carnivorous extinct giant whale teeth sticking out of the earth, sprouting up from what appears to be the lower jaw of a now extinct marine reptile. And by "reptile" we mean Leviathan, an extinct prediluvian sea monster or whale that would probably eat a dragon if it thought it could stand a chance. The shrouded claws did not belong to a land beast or wind demon with legs, but to a finned sea monster with jaws that could bite a Xamayosauros Rex in half with one snap, and did regularly in days gone by, before the jungle dried up and the whale went extinct.

"Home!" the squirrelly lemur-like bipedal mammal with the walking stick, the woven wooden basket/backpack full of tinkers and gizmos, and the longer than usual foxy tail with equally long whiskers and happy ears with a bucktooth smile said with a grin. He quickly darted into the belly of the whale, running up to a very tall and familiar tree. We just would like to remind you that everything is monstrous and ridiculously large in the jungle encompassing the shrouded claws. We're not exactly sure what's going on, but this squirrel is dope as f*censored*(ssstttatticc). Adapa twitched his tail and flinched his whiskers, his ears pointing straight up as he froze before the great tree. He thought he could sense something approaching. Or maybe it was nothing. There was a frog skeleton on the ground nearby. Adapa wanted it's head, as it looked good for body armor. He scurried over to the mummified carcass and grabbed it, dragging it up the tree with his tail as he darted suddenly before pausing, looking over his shoulder before peaking around the corner to see if anything moves.

He was frozen in place...

His head and body never flinched. But his tail kept twitching and flirting wildly back and forth. He thought he smelled something, and bolted around the whole entire tree like it was a hamster wheel. But upon returning to his original place, he crinkled his nose and climbed up to a branch high above any of the larger predators and threats in the jungle, not because he felt endangered but because that's where *home* was located. Adapa's species was sentient and sapient, having not only the expression of emotion and pain, but also the impression of devotion and intelligence. The entrance to Adapa's realm was high up in the giant jungle tree. Luckily for him, the sacred ancient tree was in all actuality the root of the root system that had partially spread and serpentined its way out over the Xamayos Wilds, and provided a sanctuary for his kind, for the tree itself was poisonous and dangerous to most predators, itself having some strange and mysterious connection to the squirrellish rodential hominid that sat atop it's highest branches, looking up at the skies while thinking about his family.

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Treda slowly trudged to the tree that was more than a tree. Treda hadn't ever noticed things were living in this. Hunkering down a slight distance, the large turtle creature took to watching.

Then, suddenly, the squirrel thing was bolting around the tree faster than the turtlething eye's could track! It almost made Treda dizzy, so they blinked long and hard.

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Adapa looked right. His eyes bolted left. He looked up, he looked down. His vision gazed everything diagonally in all four directions. This was merely the beginning of his assessment. However, Adapa was a rodent with a long snout and two eyes. His eyes were not in the front of his skull like a human, they were in the sides of his skull, allowing the squirrelly rodent to see quite clearly in many directions without even moving. To the unobservant witness, Adapa never even moved. His head remained frozen as a statue.

It was only when he tilted his head slightly to peer over his shoulder that Adapa even seemed to flinch. Otherwise, his eyes appeared wide open and his body perfectly still as he assessed the surroundings. He watched as the large Xamoyoan turtle approached the poisonous tree he was perched in, her large size and slow bulldozing loud tread through the high brush being his que to freeze. The species itself was rare, ancient, and timeless of age. As a natural instinct, Adapa froze, perhaps hoping that the ancient gigantic Xamoyoan turtle wouldn't see him high up in the tree. Apparently, the small mammal had already forgotten their previous encounter, having still the mindset of a primeval prehistoric primate which was ingenious compared to Treda, but like a certain blue surgeon fish named Dory compared to other species, Adapa was still squirrelly with a very short attention span.

His mind wandered at what workings he might invent to domesticate and tame such an enormous predator. Luckily for the enormous small-dino eating turtle, Treda had more than just a shell. Her immune system and diet was such that Adapa's home tree, poisonous to most other predators, was not a threat at all to the semi-marine reptile who often dug holes and crafted turtle nests in its root system. Adapa was not a stranger to the beasts which fed on his kind. On contrary, he was a neighbor to many a carnivorous species in the remote vast jungle, including even scarier and more dangerous reptiles which hunted and preyed on Xamoyoan turtles. Or more accurately, upon turtle eggs. But life was never easy in the jungle amongst dinosaurs and other large predators, at least not for Adapa or his arboreal family.

His tail twitched.

This wasn't exactly a fear reflex. It was a survival tactic, not meant for the giants of the earth, but moreso to confuse the giants of the sky, like giant owls and carnivorous birds of prey which might be watching Adapa as he was watching Treda, their sinister minds hellbent on hunting and capturing an easy target. Adapa was intentionally standing still, his tail waving side to side in order to make it appear as though his tail was actually his head. Apart from this very subtle offbeat motion, Adapa remained motionless like a tree pod, his brown and black and white and grey shades of fur blending in almost perfectly with the tree bark he was clung to. Xamoyoan turtles were absolutely massive compared to the 2 foot tall sapien, but they couldn't climb up that tall thick tree like other carnivores such as snakes and wildcats, which the tiny little rat-like plesiadapis dealt with regularly.

After a moment of hesitation, Adapa climbed up the tree again for several more branches before reaching a small perfectly round hole in the tree trunk about 2 inches in diameter. Given the creature's size of nearly 4.5 feet long, it didn't even seem possible at first. But given the small rodent's internal skeletal structure and dexterity, Adapa somehow managed to squeeze himself into the tiny hollow bark of the otherwise seemingly impenetrable tree and disappeared into it's interior, as if stretching himself like a common ferret and making his plump little body much thinner. Alas, the primato-sapien rat seemed to be safe, as he left the dangerous jungle behind him and entered a whole new world which seemed very alien and different opposed to the dangerous dog-eat-dog world outside in the shrouded claws, in that sacred place his species referred to as "the belly of the whale".

Just then, and without warning, Adapa passed wind. It was not planned or expected, and in a slight jest of humor, his own flatulence seemed to startle him and trigger a completely frozen response. His ears perked, his eyes widened, turning to confront the horrible odor that suddenly attacked his behind without warning. Wtf was that?! he thought to himself, his whiskers flinching as he raised his tail to investigate. But there was nothing there, no explanation for the vibration which rattled him so deeply. It didn't take long for Adapa to sniff around and realize that nothing was amiss, apart from the smell of whatever that was that left his body. But that was momentarily, and very soon he was gasping for air at the sight which lay before him.

Home...

It was beyond words...

A somewhat subterranean abode, at least from the mammal's perspective, entirely hollowed out and carved of wood, from the inside out or so it would seem, equivalent to some kind of ancient Hindu stone temple in the mountains or some ancient Krymménos city made of primitive lost technology, as if the rodential gods themselves had crafted the remote interterranian, cyclopean architectural design of the hollowed out tree, a megalopolis city or kingdom which stretched throughout the large banyan-like flora that stood not exactly in the center of the whale's belly, 50 feet in diameter and over 300 feet tall like some kind of prehistoric relic. It's hollows and cave-like infrastructure strongly resembled the behavioral making of carpenter ants or termites, or even tree-dwelling Apoidea, but this was not a haven for insects or arthropods. It was a spider trap for such critters, as Adapa's species was intelligent and had already discovered ways of surviving in the shrouded claws by preying on such creatures despite their enormous size. This included dragonflies, centipedes, tarantulas and millipedes, wasps, small outwitted reptiles and other species that happened to be unfortunate enough to enter the wormhole of Adapa's paradise, a place inhabited by hundreds of rodent-like primates exactly like himself in sentience and sapience. Every indigenous lifeform in the shrouded claws was both predator and prey, and the very cute squirrel-like rodent, nagapie, lorise, lemur, mouse or hominid was not even as unique as it seemed in such a foreshadowing atmosphere.


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A large white room was spread before her, one wall was transparent and outside she could see the creatures that brought her here. They stood on two legs, relatively little fur on them aside from their heads, and they draped much of their bodies in in non-natural coverings. Some of their coverings were white, and these tended to observe her intensively as they do something with small objects in their hands in response to every behavior she exhibited. They others, fewer in number, wore more elaborate coverings, wielding what she had observed to be weapons they used on the more aggressive creatures who gnash with teeth and claw. She had those too, but didn't use them, she didn't want to attack, she had no reason to. She knew they were studying her, she studied them too, watched them watch her. She wanted to be here, she chose to be here. She felt wanted, needed. They found that strange, but to her, she was strange anyways. There was no others like her, she was alone, but now she had other creatures who thought and felt and that gave... comfort.

"If it is artificially made then it isn't one of ours," one of the creatures in white utters as an assembly of complex sounds, she didn't understand but his tone was frustrated. "And there is no match against any known native species. At first appearance it had morphological similarities to Didelphis virginiana, but that is clearly not the case anymore. It is mammalian, anatomy isn't too strange, but it... changes, adapts? I'm not sure what to call it, but it isn't random."

"Whatever it is, it is too smart, look at it, it feels like we are the ones under the microscope. I mean, it didn't even put up a struggle, that is not normal. Are we even sure this cell is enough to contain it? It is more than capable of killing us, you saw what it did," another speaks, this one's voice sounded... scared. Poor thing.

They had given her a small box that rotated with different colors on each side. They were testing her smarts, she did this so many times before, she knew she had to match the colors but she was bored of that. It was too simple, she had to reach out or she would just be cheating them. Maybe this would offer comfort, that she appreciated them? She began to take the box apart with her claws piece-by-piece, assembling the pieces on the floor.

"Wait, what is it- what is it doing?" uttered one that had been close to the transparent wall.

All eyes were now on her, it made her... happy. With hushed voices they watched her as she made her picture out of the smarts box. What she had made was a recreation of the pattern they wore on their coverings. The one near the transparent wall leaned in, placing his smooth claw upon it, she felt it appropriate to respond, placing her own against it, matching his.

"I- I think it just said 'hello'," he uttered in a hushed voice.

Her tail tapped against the soft floor, she felt bliss, it seemed to have worked.


She awoke to the hard dirt floor of her den, only softened by leaves and down she had collected. She had dreamt of a time she longed for, of a warm clean place with those that she could bond with. She knew now she was little more than research, but that didn't mean she had no connection to them, but now they were gone. They were long gone and she had felt an emptiness since. The creatures here were mostly driven by simpler things, eat or be eaten, it is too base, too simple. Simply put, she needed something that thought through something deeper than its stomach. Perhaps it was time to try again?

She went to a small pit in her den where she had placed some plants together that smelled nice. It helped in somewhat masking herself from annoyances, but more than that... she felt it made for a good impression. The other smart ones would use a similar method, she just adapted it. She dropped herself into into the pit, wading in the herbs and flowers, before pulling herself out and shake off the excess. She exited her dark den to greet the outside. Not too many of the predators bothered her, but she was also quite large, they didn't seem to like bothering other creatures with lots of teeth and sharp claws... that and eating them made a statement that even their rather simplistic brains could comprehend.

She stretched, and set out on the prowl for something interesting. She didn't have too high of hopes, but who knows? Today may surprise her.

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Adapa was not the first of his kind, or even the only one from his species in existence. Adapa was actually the 147th generation, he himself having never been born in a laboratory, but born naturally out in the wild after the time of his great ancestors who originated from the stars and were brought as slaves to the continent around 3,500 years ago in tiny cages to be used as lab rats in sapien genetic experiments. The true origin of Adapa's species was obscure, but they spoke Galactic Common and learned to preserve their history through oral myths and legends, albeit not entirely historically accurate as the stories seemed to evolve and change for 147 generations afterwards. Adapa knew the stories, but his adaptation of the mythology left more questions than answers, for his version of the Creation Myth started not in a science lab or a great banyan-like tree, but with a very simple cosmic egg.

Or rather, an acorn...

One day an acorn fell from a tree and was split open. From out of the acorn emerged the first therianthrope, the ancestor of plesiadapis and all other mammals including primates, lemurians, koalas, nagapies, lorises, squirrels, possums, mice, armadillos, platypuses, raccoons, rabbits and all other rodential creatures. At first they lived in harmony, until the giants came down from heaven and destroyed their world, using science to enslave them and torture them, wiping out entire species and habitats as they abducted and murdered everything, doing all sorts of evil experiments and even forcing them to interbreed. This episode continued for over 500 years until one day, there was a great flood that forced some land-walking reptiles into their territory. A great war ensued, but the aliens used superior advanced technology to suppress the giant lizards and continue their operations.

Soon the monsters were mixing reptile DNA with mammal DNA, along with their own sapien genomes to create artificially inseminated eggs which hatched chimaeras and hybrid life forms in their creepy white laboratories. The first slave race was invented and kept in glass containers for observation. There were many glass tanks and cages, but it wasn't Adapa's species that triggered the events that freed them all from enslavement. It was the Great Goddess, a reptile far more predatorial and intelligent than any squirrel or rodent. The bipedal raptor had figured out how to observe and communicate. It was even slightly capable of mimicking other species with its unique vocal adaptations, and had managed to sabotage the facility where it was contained by aliens who were trying to study its intelligence.

All hell broke loose as soon as the door locks were opened. Despite all of their intelligence and advanced technology, the monsters were not expecting the Xamoyoan raptors to escape and sabotage the scientific research center. They went after the largest and easiest prey at first, which included the aliens who had been experimenting on them. But once these sapiens were hunted to extinction and food became scarce, they started looking for ways to break through the metal cages and glass tanks that harvested other smaller life forms. Of course, Adapa's version of the story was slightly different. But it still contained elements of actual truth, for the small rodent-like survivor had been taught a mythology which reflected somewhat of an accurate history, based on very ancient events that did in fact happen 3,500 years ago and for which there remained certain evidence, albeit very scarce, located precisely in the Xamoyos Wilds where such events were said to have taken place. Adapa's species had survived, but how they managed to escape was left entirely up to the imagination.

Home sweet home...

3,500 years later after 147 generations of tiny loris-like rodents that managed to survive in the jungle, Adapa beheld a remote and secluded metropolis of hollow-tree architecture, the inner makings of a tiny city or kingdom that he himself had helped to create using tiny little teeth. Like a badger or woodchuck, his species possessed the inbourne skill of lumber jacking, woodworking, carpentry and interior design. Adapa was an architect, sort of. It was all much more crudely built and probably more exaggerated in his tiny little brain than others might imagine. But the squirrelly hominid was nevertheless impressed by his own opposable involvement in such a humongous project. This hollow oasis was the center of Adapa's animal kingdom, the very capital and birthplace of his immediate family. It was the only true place in the entire jungle, the entire continent, the entire planet, perhaps even the entire universe or Multiverse that gave the little guy any sense of security and feeling of any comfort. This was the Tree, the heart of the jungle, the belly of the whale. It was the only place he felt safe, and even then, he only felt a little bit safe.

Adapa still recalled his old neighbors, a pair of plesiadapiform-like squirrelish rodents much like himself who had fashioned a rabbit-skin canoe and ventured out into the murky marshlands in search of adventure. Hoping to discover new lands and return home as famous adventurers, they instead found remnants of a lost civilization. Perhaps it belonged to the same aliens who created Adapa's species, or maybe to someone else. But they stumbled across some kind of decomposing battery or broken nuclear device that had been chewed upon and ditched into the swamp, and which the pair of travellers had coincidentally stumbled upon. Their fate remains a mystery, but it is believed that they may have died, possibly drowning in the mucky water or being eaten by a large predator. Remnants of their broken canoe had been found, along with a monologue of their adventures and discoveries, but no bodies were ever recovered. Instead, the rescuers encountered a small tribe of viscous green goblins which were very aggressive and caused them to abandon their rescue mission.

Adapa still travelled to the swamps from time to time, despite warnings to stay away. He never saw a goblin before, or a gnome, but he had often heard warnings about their existence. All of these tales were Native Xamoyos legends, ancient oral stories designed to frighten adolescent rodents as far as he was concerned. He understood the moral and ethical implications and life lessons concealed in the mythology, but it never occurred to Adapa that such stories might be based in truth. Adapa sniffed the air again and suddenly jolted, as if some unplanned body spasm had caused him to leap unexpectedly from one wall to another, in an unnecessarily acrobatic half-cartwheel spin kickflip. He didn't smell or sense anything. But instead, it was as if he had been spooked by his own shadow. Adapa's impulsive trigger motion was not the result of some primeval fear or survival mechanism. In fact it was much worse. Much much worse.

Adapa was genetically created...

He scratched and batted at the wall, and vigorously stomped his hind leg several times impulsively, tapping his foot on the wooden floor rapidly and making many light thud sounds in rapid succession. This strange abnormal behavior seemed to represent signs of excitement and climatic impulse in animals with his sort of intelligence. Almost as if he was experiencing some kind of nerve response, Adapa started chirping and barking unexpectedly, almost appearing to squeak comically at the interior wooden surface in front of him. A dormant wooden surface that had not said or done anything to merit such a response from the boxing animal, which suddenly cussed at the blank wall in front of him as he touched it with his nose.

"Tchs tchs chs cht tchs! Ssst!"

Adapa hissed and stared at the blank wooden wall, his eyes widened as he sniffed the surface. Did it just move? That was the question his mind conjured up at the moment. But no. Inanimate objects don't generally do anything at all unless physically moved around by some intelligent life force. The simple fact of the matter was that Adapa was hallucinating, imagining or reacting to something that didn't even actually exist. He forgot instantly, however, and proceeded to unpack his things before running back up to the surface, poking his tiny little head out of the entrance to his kingdom to look around again.

Adapa was not even the king, or ruler of his domain. In fact, he was only one of several hundred commoners which inhabited the banyan-like tall tree which grew in the shrouded claws. He did stem from nobility, but so did everyone else from his innumerable family, as he glanced around before stepping back outside on to the thick long tree branch that partially concealed the tiny hole to his domain. He bolted down the tree vertically, hopping from branch to branch, running upside down it would seem with his head below his tail on all fours. Adapa noticed that despite all the swift and major events that had happened, the large Xamoyoan turtle named Treda had barely moved. She was still at the base of the tree, processing thoughts in her head as Adapa descended from the bark of the tree and froze stiffly upon seeing her.

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As she made her rounds she scratched a mark and a symbol on rocks and trees along the way with the very last plate near the tip of her tail. It was a habit she had acquired from the upright walking ones. It helped her keep track of her home and where she had been. A big part of her had hoped to see complex markings that weren't hers, some sign of higher thinking.

She was smart, a different smart than most other creatures across Xamoyos. She had the introspective to realize she doesn't know any others of her kind, and never knowing the manner in which she came to be. She liked to think that like everything else she was born. She liked to think that she was loved, that the reason she was abandoned wasn't intentional. Even with that thought she found no comfort. The simple fact was, she was abandoned, and was left to grieve all that was lost, both from the facility and thag of her own conception, of that which she may never know and the loneliness of it all. It felt... empty.

As she had began to mull over her thoughts, she saw a peculiar sight, a large turtle standing by a tree looking absolutely entranced by something up a tree. She squinted, tracing the focus of its attention, noticing a small furred animal with a bushy tail darting about. Did the turtle intend to eat it? No, that didn't seem right, not like ot could climb the tree. The little critter itself seemed to move with intent. She hunkered down and began to make an approach to get a better look.

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The little 4.5 foot long, 3.2 pound omnivorous carnivore whose bushy brownish naturally colored tail was half a foot longer than it's whole entire body was running in circles and darting down the tree before he became suddenly frozen stiff again, his roughly 6 inch skull with bulging round black eyes, elongated snout, pointy whiskers and long protruding bucktoothed incisors gazing down, nearly upside down with his head cocked back at the squirrel-eating carnivorous giant turtle whose shell must have been at least 9 feet long and 5 feet tall, not even including her fully extended height or her overall body length with its large head, legs, long neck and tail which Adapa perceived to make her appear even larger, being himself roughly the same size as the turtle's foot. Adapa played the staring contest with Treda again, as if the first to blink or move would lose the game. But from his perch up on the side of the large banyan-like 50 foot round tree, posted just above Treda's head about 10 feet off the ground, Adapa noticed another animal walking through the jungle, approaching their location.

Adapa didn't move, however, his nose still pointed directly at Treda, but his tiny skull or cranium was already shaped and adapted in such a way as to allow the primato-sapient rodent to have excellent eyesight, not only forward at the large mindless turtle he gazed upon directly, but also through his sideview or peripheral as he noticed Belle LeTroix out of the corner of his eye when she hunkered down to approach after the therianthropic lorisidae plesiadapis stopped his descent down the tree. Adapa remained as frozen as a statue, his body never flinching a muscle apart from his wildly foxy tail which twitched side to side randomly. He was watching Belle, but he wasn't making any noises or really doing anything at all apart from staring at the giant turtle, trying to determine if Treda was a predator, or just an enormous rock. He had forgotten their previous encounter already, but he didn't remember that enormous dome-like boulder being there before he climbed the tree. Or was it already there? He remembered seeing something from earlier that reminded him of a boulder. Or was it a mountain? He couldn't recall exactly, but something seemed different. It was at that moment that Adapa remembered the turtle. He flinched his whiskers and sniffed at the air again. He could smell Belle's approach now, his scent being almost as good as his eyesight. This made up for his lack of ability in other senses such as his hearing and taste.

Of course, Adapa's ears were small and open, pointed upwards so that his hearing was still 2.5 times better than humans. Loud noises and high frequencies sometimes drove him nuts, causing the squirrelly rodent-like primate to act crazy and spontaneous at times. He was still diurnal and had better eyesight during the day than at night, but that isn't to say he couldn't see in the dark once his eyes adjusted to less light. The thickness and shade of the jungle canopy had already caused his eyes to adapt as he contemplated whether to start barking and chirping, or whether to just stay motionless and silent. By now he was fully aware of the presence of both creatures, as well as the large nocturnal rodent-eating Xamoyoan owl which had perched in some higher branches above, but luckily was sleeping. Adapa remained still and motionless for a few minutes before slowly and cautiously inching further down the tree trunk, stopping abruptly after about a foot and a half down from where he had first stopped moving, turning his body slightly sideways as he continued to stare at Treda, waiting for her to make her move.


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Belle tilted her head and got crawled closer, the very scene seeming utterly bizarre to her. What had Treda so captivated with this... squirrel-like creature? It seemed far too small for its consideration, much too fast to catch even. She had been noticed at this point by the squirrely Adapa at least, she was certain his eyes at least acknowledged her existence. It wasn't like she even tried to be sneaky, just not distract... whatever it was that they were doing. It was a courtesy. She may as well let herself be known at this point.

Her tail raised up and then flopped down on the dirt, and up she lifted onto her hind legs and stood, around nine feet in height. She tried to do this without appearing aggressive, but get their attention. Maybe it wasn't the best choice but she wasn't exactly taught etiquette to that extent. She interlocked her forepaws in front of her face with a thoughtful look, her eyes shifting between the two as her tail tapped against the ground in an alternating pattern. Tap, tap-tap, tap, tap-tap.

"How do I test if either of these creatures have any comprehension?" she thought to herself as she scratched her chin. Her eyes glazed over as she became entranced by her own rhythmic tapping.

Her thoughts went back to a time when she was at the facility, one of the upright walking ones in white stood in front of the clear wall, and he held up his hand and waved. She waved back. This had become a routine between them at this point. Then after that, he held up one finger, one tap on the glass. Two fingers, two taps. It continued to five. She responded in kind. He seemed happy. Was he happy for her? She liked seeing him happy, but the others looked... concerned? They talked quietly amongst themselves, she could barely hear them, but thought she read the words "too smart," upon their lips. Did she do something wrong?

She snapped back to the present, letting out a light sigh. It was time to make yet another attempt to communicate. She held out her right paw and, with outstretched fingers, waved.

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Treda the large elephant sized squirrel-eating turtle did not move. Adapa the small tree-clinging xamoyoadapis did not move. Treda looked to be smiling obliviously with her gaze tilting up at the giant banyan-like megatree while the squirrelly rodential primate stared back down at her, unblinking and frozen with caution. Curious as to what the funny staring contest was all about, and eager to meet others in her search for someone as intelligent as herself, Belle stood up on her hind legs and made herself known by tapping her tail on the ground lightly in some distinctly alternate pattern, stopping to think before holding her hand up and waving to both Adapa and Treda.

Adapa never flinched, never blinked, never moved even one millimeter from his position. But just then, the ferns and bushes began to rattle and shake in different places randomly, as if someone or something was moving through the grass very rapidly. It wasn't obvious what it was, but there appeared to be more than one of something closing in on the area where the light tail tapping sounds had originated from. From her vantage point, Belle could see over the tall grass and notice several small trails heading directly for her position at the moment they were being made, as if something small was pushing the grass down as it ran through the foliage and leafy plant life on the jungle floor. Was it a pack of hungry felines? Or maybe worse, a pack of Xamoyoan raptors.

The jungle was a dangerous place, and the shrouded claws were even more dangerous. There were gasogators, giant spiders, sky rats, sawquitos, flizards, dinosaurs, xamatopithecus, death bellies, gigantopedes and all sorts of other bizarre and strange monsters or creatures living in the jungle, many of them having yet to even be discovered. But as the mysterious animals closed in rapidly, surrounding Belle on both sides of the turtle trail, it soon became very apparent at what this hidden potentially dangerous threat was. They seemed to make their appearance all at once, about 10 of the tiniest cutest furriest squirrel-like rodents anyone had ever seen. They were standing on their hind legs, holding tiny pointed wooden spears and makeshift bows with little arrows the size of pencil sticks. Some of them were wearing adorable facial war paint or funny caps, belts and fish-skin pelts, or small makeshift pieces of armor made from tiny bones. But apart from these very basic tools, they were completely naked and barefoot, having only their own natural body fur as any sort of covering. These were of course, the xamoyoadapiformes.

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The tiny little 2 foot tall lemurian primates surrounded the 9 foot tall giant opossum in a circle of spears, pointing their weapons directly at Belle within striking or prodding distance. "Icky baka mui chichi! Baka mui! Apada, adapa! Machi!" one of the tribal looking squirrelly monsters chirped, barking commands up at the opossum before poking her gently with his bone-tipped spear, which had been fashioned to the small wooden shaft using hardened tree sap. It was difficult to tell whether he was being angry and serious or ticklish and playful, for his words were fast and squeaky like that of a small chipmunk.

But one thing was definitely clear about this sudden unexpected encounter with the arboreal proto-lorises. Belle had apparently distracted them from their hunt. Unbeknownst to anyone before that, the lemurian primate up in the tree was only causing a distraction. The other squirrelly rodential primates had been sneaking around the bushes slowly and quietly, circling around Treda, the large turtle focused on their home tree in a hilariously crazy attempt to capture her with ropes. They were going to ambush the enormous Xamoyos turtle, that is, until they suddenly heard Belle's approach and completely forgot what they were doing, focusing now on her instead.

"Ahhh, ha ha, adapa kapa. Biggy chupa." One of the xamoyoadapiforms giggled, pointing his arrow at Belle while drawing back his bowstring and narrowing his eyebrows. "Kibi kibi? Looky looky, adapa toesy fingy pinky!" another one chimed, pointing excitedly as the others looked in awe down at Belle's hands with open jaws. "Oooo!" all 10 of them seemed to marvel at once. It was obvious they were communicating with one another as they stopped and huddled together, whispering for a moment amongst themselves before turning all at once and looking back up at Belle, this time with funny bucktoothed smiles on their whiskery faces as they became less adamant about fighting.

"Okie dokie, follow me." The original adapis that poked Belle with his spear said, this time in a more friendlier manner using Galactic Common to speak as he turned and started walking back into the high grass. Soon, the other nine xamoyoadapises lowered their weapons at ease and started to follow behind the first one, who must have been the leader of their small little hunting party as they too began to disappear back into the ferns and tall grasses from whence they had arrived. If she looked back, Belle would notice that the one lonesome squirrel-like watchman up in the tree had still not moved an inch. Adapa was still having his showdown, locked in a staring contest with Treda.

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Belle's attention was broken from her curious encounter with one more curious. Surrounded by more of the strange little squirrel-like creatures, with painted faces and armed with crude weapons! One poking her, though it didn't hurt. Her ears twitched when they began to make very purposeful sounds that became gradually more familiar. She actually began to understand them, wiggling her fingers as they seemed in awe of them.

As much as they had all attention on her, she had full attention on them, shifting her gaze between each of them as they moved and chattered among themselves. They were little like the smart beings at the facility, at least physically, but they had the ability to speak and make tools, to express emotion and communicate in complex motions and expressions not too unlike them... and her. She felt kinship with them.

The apparent leader clearly said to follow him. After the group left, and before she too would follow, she took one last look at Adapa and Treda, who didn't even flinch during the whole encounter. She raised a brow in momentary disbelief, was this some kind of strange ritual? She shrugged, and then got back down on all fours and followed the hunting party, catching up with them and matching their pace.

As she followed a slight physical change began to occur without even her conscious intention. It is said that some creatures had developed mimicry as a means of survival, to deceive predators, or as a lure by predators. For Belle, it was something else entirely. As she followed these xamoyoadapises, a rippling wave ran across her fur, followed by another, her shape, but not patterns, changing bit-by-bit to resemble them, even her tail began to resemble theirs as it began to have fur, but the black and white pattern made it resemble more closely to a ringtail lemur.

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The dray of 10 xamoyoadapiformes marched off into the high grass, led by their largest and oldest member Apada, and followed by their nine-foot-tall companion Belle who had taken to all fours and assumed a form more similar to that of their own, albeit with some slight differences. Whereas all of the other xamoyoadapises were quite small, averaging 3.5 to 4.5 feet long from snout to tail, Belle had shrunk only minorly to match and was still considerably longer than all of them by comparison. The scurry of squirrel-like primates were also more brownish red in color, having yellowish white bellies whereas Belle appeared to retain her natural greyish, black and white color with a banded tail resembling that of a ring-tailed cat squirrel or Bassariscus astutus, yet still very different from her original form.

The xamoyoadapiforms were also mostly naked, although some were partially clothed or wearing bits of armor and war paint, carrying very small crudely fashioned Bone Age weapons, whereas Belle was completely natural and unclothed, wearing nothing but her furry coat while carrying no weapons or luggage at all as she followed the rest of the dray to a small clearing in the jungle, where the rest of the tribe waited for her to catch up. Once in the clearing, Belle would notice another stranger who was standing beside a small fallen seed pod, looking at the rest of the gathering as they huddled around the coconut sized pod, chirping and barking amongst themselves. A fight broke out as the much larger, fatter rodential primate got into a domestic dispute with Apada, forcing him to back down and give up his role as the band's tribal leader within a matter of seconds as the fatter competitor chased him up a tree before approaching the dray. This very chubby squirrel-like comical character was Fat Guss, another member of their tribe who was just a little bit rounder and cheekier than the others. Fat Guss was Apada's cousin, one of the slower, lazier, more gluttonous bullies of the family who was still nevertheless very cute.

As the xamoyoadapiforms gathered around Fat Guss, and Apada slowly came back down from the tree to join their circle, they began whispering to themselves about the newcomer, Belle, making up all sorts of fanciful tales and stories about her with extremely intense performances and hand gestures as if putting on a show or play. Almost nothing any of them claimed was true at all as they began bickering and arguing again, slapping at each other and name calling before Fat Guss raised his seed staff and rattled it, causing everyone to simmer down. Fat Guss looked over at Belle and examined her for a moment while scratching his chin before coming to a definite conclusion about her. To him and his posse, it was obvious that Belle had been sent down from the twinkling dot-like thingies in the sky to protect their family and save the king. To the xamoyoadapises, Belle was their goddess and savior. But of course she was, it only makes sense. After all, what else could she be? She certainly wasn't a crocodile. Xamoyoadapises had one heck of an imagination -- but then again, it served them quite well in many if not most cases when surviving in the claws.

"All hail the great goddess and mother of all adapas! The prophecy has come true, just as I, the acorn shaman have foretold. The king is saved!" Fat Guss shouted, shaking his seed staff and causing it to rattle, taking full credit for Belle's arrival as if he had some magical gift for spiritual communication with the stars. The other small primates bounced around and cheered, dancing in circles around the king, who was still obscured from Belle's view behind the fallen seed pod. As they began cheering, two of the xamoyoadapiforms approached Belle and grabbed her by the arms, inviting her into their midst as they tried to tug her towards the circle so that she could get a better look and meet their king. But upon closer inspection, this was not at all what it had seemed like. As the scurry of squirrel-like lemurian primates bowed their heads and cleared a path for Belle, the colony's king became visible to her, and immediately the problem became quite apparent.

The king was not dead. The king was not poisoned, sick or ill. The king was not injured or in any serious danger at the moment. No, the problem was actually much, much simpler and way less complex than that. In fact, the king wasn't even a king at all. The "King" was a term used to describe a rather silly and comical, yet very common issue in their non-complicated gardening society. Instead, what the scurry of primates had gathered around was a group of other young squirrely primates whose furry tails had become stuck and knotted together. They had been chipping away at the giant seed pod until it fell to the ground, but in the process of this endeavor, some of their tails were covered in tree sap and caused the small group to become stuck together in a sort of knot that none of them could undo. The other adapises had tried to help, but they just weren't strong enough or clever enough to figure it out. They were all hoping that this newfound goddess with the opposable thumbs might be able to use her magical powers to undo this wicked curse and save the king before some other dangerous predator stumbled upon their location. To the adapas, this was Belle's destiny.

It had also become more clear now what Adapa was doing and his major role in all of this, for even though the other adapises had given up the hunt to capture Treda, still Adapa had not moved or deviated from his location, continuing to stare at her while flicking his tail around. Adapa wasn't engaging in some bizarre ritual or staring contest. He was distracting the Xamoyoan turtle in order to protect his king, which was only 150 feet away from the great home tree, hidden in the tall grass not far from their location. The heroic clever little rascal was trying to protect his family, as he suddenly began barking and chirping at Treda again, trying to get a reaction.

"Tchs tchs tchs chs cts chts ktchs!!!"

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A lone figure walks toward the events. Draped in vines, the whirr and whine of servomotors that control his joints making small noises as he trudges his way to the crowds, seemingly unnoticed. The shine of metal off of his exposed chassis glints in the light, very slightly rusted in parts. He raises one hand in greeting, the other holding a decently sized energy rifle, and says, through the speakers mounted to his head and chest, "Gr-Greetingszzzz." The slight sizzle of static evident in his voice, a synthetic, slightly monotone affair, he continues. "I sure hope that I'm nottttt... Interrupting anything." His voice slows as he decides the best thing to say. "I sure.... hope that any of you.... speak Common." He, almost nervously, if such can be said of a robot, as now it is obvious he is, scrapes green plant matter off of his 'chest'. "I fear.... that I am.... lost. I had to walk a..... while... to get here." He tilts his head slightly to the left, and the cameras mounted where eyes would be focus as he looks more closely at the strange spectacle before him. He switches through settings. Light-sensitive, thermal, infrared, and then settles back at thermal. There were maybe eleven... things, he supposes, in front of him. One that looked like a turtle, and vaguely familiar. The others looked like... squirrels. Squirrels with stone-age weapons. Odd. He searches his database for something familiar, but finds nothing. He takes a step backwards, just in case something does happen, as these creatures appeared agitated, at best. He doubts these large... squirrels could damage his hardened chassis, but that turtle-looking creature could cause some damage. The weapons could also cause some damage to his more sensitive bits, like the cameras. "I... come in peace." He says.

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Character Portrait: AUK-53 Character Portrait: Treda Character Portrait: Belle LeTroix Character Portrait: Adapa Character Portrait: Apada Character Portrait: Guss
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Belle follows the xamoyoadapiformes, an enkindled optimism in her gait, and curiosity in her expression. It felt for a time that all intelligent life in this world had become absent since she had awoken from the dreamless sleep, but now it was clear that was false. They even spoke! Maybe not as well as the others in white, but still it was something she unexpected. She was curious what they wanted to show her. She was also a bit amused.

Eventually they would lead her to a small clearing where some dispute arose amongst them. A rather rotund member of these small yet intelligent fellows proceeded to show his dominance and assume leadership among their little group. It wasn't unfamiliar to her that the larger members of a colony would assume a higher position. The ones in the coats would refer to this as survival of the fattest, or was that fittest? There was still fog in her mind on that, but same difference she presumes!

Her ears twitched as her escort chattered amongst themselves, the subject of which she found involved mostly herself. It was familiar to her to have such attention on herself, but she never could understand why. She was not even offended by their more wild speculation, perhaps they knew more about her than she does of herself. It was a nice thought at least. Soon the rotund one, Fat Guss, made a noise and silenced them. Her attention was drawn to him, and his was to her. He checked her over, she could feel him scanning her for... something?

Soon he spoke, announcing her as... goddess and mother? Something about a prophecy? Did he say something about their king being saved? The xamoyoadapiformes began to cheer and bounce about, and she could tell they were very excited about this. She didn't feel so special, but she didn't want to disappoint their expectations either in fear it'd dampen their spirits. She simply grinned and waved. It was all quite adorable, really. Soon she was grabbed by her arms and was pulled forward, a pathway surrounded by bowing gestures. She could sense there was clearly some desperation here. And soon the reason became clear.

Before her was their "king," a group of them who, likely from their foraging efforts gotten sticky sap stuck to their tails and... their tails to each other. It was a mess, and an extremely poor state to be found in by any predator less sentimental than herself. She sat up and tilted her head back and forth, getting a good look at the situation. Soon her eyes glazed over as something flooded to her mind.


"Son of a- it won't come off!" one of the beings in the uniforms yelled, having accidentally leaned into one of the dishes set aside by the ones in white. It was some form of plant sample, and the man struggled to get loose. Soon his arm was practically covered in the sticky substance.

"Honestly, it is rather your fault," one of the men in white says, holding back his laughter.

"Yeah, screw you, just get it off of me!" the man in uniform yelled back.

"Really, you don't even know how to- ah, never mind, here," the man in white said, before getting some kind of solution that he began to put on a cloth and wiped down the man's arm. "Doesn't take much acid really to break it down, why you could even use saliva-."

"The hell!? You didn't just use some dino spit on me I- huh?" the uniformed man began, pulling his arm away, he then turned around to Belle and gave a look of confusion and worry. "The f- what... it's... grinning..?"


"Saliva?" she thinks, her mind coming back to the current situation. She held out her hands and began to lick her palms, wetting them thoroughly and then bent over to the "king" to grasp her spit covered hands onto their tails, particularly the sap that had gotten them in this whole mess. She had full focus on this, untangling little-by-little, a simple yet no loss delicate process in order to make this as painless as possible.

As she did her "magic", her ears and tail twitched to a new sound. Something else had emerged from the jungle behind them. It was louder than the scurry of the xamoyoadapiformes and far different from Treda's stomping. In fact, it was nothing like any of the fauna she's heard here on Xamoyos. In fact, it sounded... sounded... artificial, mechanical. It sounded vaguely similar to the arm machinery the old place had. But this... some mechanical... creature? One matter at a time! She continued untangling the unfortunate little ones.

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