A hundred years of being a flower. A hundred years being secluded and untouched. I became more. I can walk now. I make more flowers grow. They are eaten where I left them. Few ever make it a month, none a year. I could return to my grove. Plant there. But I feel I would plant myself to go back. I have yet to experience all that I wanted. I spot a furry thing walking by. I beckon to it.

  The splat sounds, so fresh and new. They come to me so eagerly. A true joy. I get to experience their desires. It's mostly rutting and meat. Still new.

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  It's getting old. I need something fresh. I spot a two legged thing. It's carapace is strange. They are shocked to see me. I feel their fear and…arousal. I open my arms wide and beckon to it.

  They enter my embrace, they stab my back even as they struggle in my grasp. They die and I see what they wanted, what they desire. My body shifts, becoming more eye-catching. I learn [Common]. I think I would like to try being stabbed by something else next time.

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  “Come here, human.”

  They do, their body similar to mine. They stand before me and they remove their clothes. I see our differences and mimic her. I explore her body letting her have greater passion before I grab a hold of her unique orifice and pull it apart. She screams a pitch I have yet heard. It is new and lovely.

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  A dozen more suitors and it grows old. Sometimes there is some grand ambition I don't quite understand but it always devolves into the carnal. I feel the pull of the grove more now.

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  “Oh my, I haven't seen one of your kind before.”

  The spider doesn't immediately throw herself at me, curious.

  “Pardon me, I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. One monstrosity to another.”

  Hilarious, she thinks of herself as similar to me. One soul eater to another. I feel the restraints she has placed on herself. Her denial of self that just feeds her desires.

  “You resist your passion, yet think yourself a monster, how very droll. Do you want me to break you further child, so that small part that screams stop just says please more. I feel you've almost done it yourself. Perhaps I could talk you into removing that neck ornament.”

  Her hunger is growing. Her chains aren't tight at the moment.

  “Well really I was curious if you had any qualms about killing or violence in general. I make it a point to only eat terrible things.”

  She tortures herself so. But it just heightens her desire to consume. I think it's time to bring this to a close.

  “I eat the desires of intelligent creatures, the more complex the desire the better. I am not ashamed of what I am. Perhaps if you rebirth yourself you lose that self hatred of what you are. Sadly your desire to consume is more akin to an animal than a queen. This will be a rather boring meal.”

  She walks to me. Her arms grab mine and they pull me taunt. I laughed at her. She wishes to consume my flesh. So many have found the meal not quite to their liking. She bites down onto my shoulder. The pain blossoms as I feel a snap. She literally wants to eat me. I loop vines around her to pull her off me. Her legs start tearing them away. I fall after a vine whips her face. I start scuttling backwards, away from her. I knife enters my abdomen, it is of no cons—

  The area around tears, I scream. When I come too. Her legs have pinned my limbs. Her hands grasped my head ready to tear it off. A new experience indeed.

  “May you speak with my voice from now on soul eater.”

  I feel my neck stretching as she begins to pull my head off. Her passion ending mine.