Drinax - Ahamkara, Wake Up

Drinax - Ahamkara, Wake Up

Ahamkara.

Wake up.

Eyes open. Prey.

Prey.

But not. A gloved hand, a masked face. Familiar.

The scent of some flower. What they call flowers.

Ahamkara

Wake up.



Magic courses through fingers and the bird’s wing twists itself back into place. Power, and delicacy. Prey. But not prey. A test of some kind. A test of attention, and ability.

There are others. Their features a casual blend of different animals, beasts, insects.

The institution.

A place of experimentation, the soft casually blending elements carefully reasoned. Their names, a mixture of strange sounds. Numbers. Maithera. Home.

Words are not important. Numbers are not important. Instead, they are interested in the angles of flanges (Why do I know that word?)

You must be precise. Every muscle, every organ, every cell has its prescribed use. When you have an understanding of use, you may manipulate their arrangements.

There are five of them. But they have no way to talk. Whoever oversees them demands silence, and focus.

Instead, the cycles are spent in the pursuit of perfection.

It starts with pieces. Prey. But pieces. They study form, they study components. The way bones interact, the way skin pulls, the way feathers fall. They move on to more complicated pieces, nerves, and organs, blood, cartilage. How do pieces gestate, how do pieces get severed. The questions become complex, and slowly they begin to twist the shapes into desired patterns and forms.

The others balk, fuss, and rebel.

But Ahamkara? Ahamkara delights.