Painfully Uneventfully

A thing I hadn't really considered-how different my new form's circadian rhythm would have to be. With the sun set, I felt...very peculiar. I wouldn't quite describe it as tired, but it was definitely a notable change. I would guess it had something to do with my body's interaction with light contrasted with my last one. However, not being a ...monstrobotonist? Teratomorphologist? Xenoanatomist? Huh, I can't even think of what the proper discipline for something like me would be called. Either way, I wasn't it, and hadn't a clue about my own form basic observations and instincts didn't provide.

The fact my mind seems to keep wandering off on tangents like that brings my to a probably greater problem: unfortunately, unlike the mindless creatures I so resembled, I was not blessed with the infinite patience of a something with limited mental capacity. In fact, the sip of Time fruit my nascent form had as those dark gods crafted it, and the divided core in it's middle, possibly aggravated the problem, with things seeming to crawl on painfully when I wasn't distracting myself.

Unfortunately for me, it seems most of the world was still. A few nocturnal creatures milled around in the forest-but nothing near enough for me to occupy myself by observing from my spot in the clearing. I was going to have to find something else to occupy my thoughts. Perhaps trying one my methods of moving around? Whatever this mentioned worm shape was, I was curious how it would undo the fact I was physically rooted to the ground. And so, I try it out. Alright, something more mobile...soon, I could feel a movement from below me, within the earth. My roots doubled back on themselves before drawing out of the ground-they instead joined in with the strands of flesh and vegetation in my form. Almost instinctively, I find them forming a lattice around my my body-a network that gave it more structure, based around holding onto my wooden plates with the further leverage. Once it was all out of the ground, I experiment with moving around-dragging my body along. Unsurprisingly, given the primitive locomotion and my sheer bulk, the earth is torn up where I move, leaving a small trench in the ground.

As I slowly lumber towards the forest to check things out, I instead feel an unusual urge in my system-a feeling that I should turn. Lying still, I try and scan all around me as much as I can, but can't seem to identify any particular reason for this sensation.