"Hmm" stirring in his meditation Abbott's focal point shifted to Samson. "What in god force? What is this influx of aura?" Popping an eye open The Omega head leaned to the side. "He owns yet another form." Narrowing his eyes inspecting his Abhah a fire lit within Abbott. "How intelligent. He is determining what genes are more suitable for this moment." inhaling the pure brilliance of it all he sat back and spectated at the scrambles of data moving and sliding in all directions in different sequences until the right one was met.
Glowing red the number sequence released a blue light which stretched seven feet out in every direction. Returning to its source the light revealed its master's new form. "Magnificent, I would've…" eyes twinkling with awe and admiration The Omega inhaled and took it all in. "The head of a goat…" laughing softly he said, "...brilliant. Goats use both their nose and mouths to identify smells and pheromones. Through scent alone, they are able to tell sex, health, strength, emotion, and even species. This ability hones so much more. Then his glimmering crab shell I wonder what..." watching his abhah vanish before his very eyes Abbott shook with glee. "His opalescent exterior was built for camouflage. I bet it is by the collection of aromatic data in the environment.
Tossing his head back and flipping his lip upwards Samson made a path for the various scents to flow to the roof of his mouth. "My body…" Pressing his three toed ostrich foot onto the soft yet stony earth, Samson thought. "My body has a mind of its own." watching himself like a movie the EVOL fell into the rhythm and flow of intuition and instinct. Boomf bolting off the only evidence of him left was a raptor imprint left in the dirt.
"To believe that I am your guide is an error." spoke The Omega to himself. "For though I believe that enlightenment is a mutual relationship between both recipients." Bobbing his head as if making a confirmation, a spark and crackle in the air drew his awareness. Looking off in the direction of the disturbance, aweea, a purple bird made of light, flew in from nothingness. "It seems I have a request." Stretching his arm out for the avian to land, a flood of information flowed into Abbott's mind. "That is simple enough. We leave tonight."
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Tit, toof, coming to a halt hundreds of yards from his quarry, Samson flung his nose up to space taking in the crisp air around and tasting the cool fresh water of the waterhole along with everything and everyone behind it from the birds and the bees,the stones and trees, even the plants and the beasts.
Distinguishing location, mood, and species with each flick of his tongue to the roof of his mouth Samson tasted the very essence of his target, the foul beasts encompassing it, and the moist rich soil and the cold refreshing water a few meters off. Signaling out all other scents only one aroma attracted him at the moment.
Lolling around basking in the sun living in paradise the Quintessence made no move only laid there underneath his tree next to his rock.
Closing in on his target fast, yeent, Samson sent electricity shooting up from the earth. All knowing within his domain the Gomorrodox slung a hammer fist into the ground tumbling over the tree and sending both dirt and slabs of earth flying in all directions.
Wish, catching himself in the midst of the rubble, Samson found himself feet away from his quarry when a slab of earth flew across his path, boosh, bursting through the rock his target was no longer in his view.
Turning one eye upon the direction of his mark Samson gazed at the slabs of earth breaking down into an army of smaller rectangular pieces. Covering his face, poof, he turned into a log.
Floating in midair on a slab of earth the Gomorrodox could sense Samson running through his domain.
"I will…" beaming up at his quarry, all of Samson's nerves went on alert and his body jerked backwards left, right, and every other direction to avoid molten streams of lava spewing from the ground.
Dashing towards the watering hole in an arc zig zag Samson dove in. Taking control of the water, toop, toop, toop, toop, toop he let loose a hellfire of water bullets before launching himself out of the water like a missile as well.
Hopping to its feet the Gomorrodox stood erect with its ram horns curved back and its colossal form blocking the sun. Stretching out it's gorilla arms boom, with a thunderous clap the quintessence sent out waves of destruction.
Covering his face vooom the waves sent Samson hurling back towards the ground at high speeds. Hawam inhaling deeply, poof, he puffed out like a puffer fish displaying black and red feathers which appeared to be hidden within his shell.
Hitting the ground with a soft thump Samson deflated then went back into camouflage mo
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