The strixidroni /ˌstriksəˈdɹoʊni/ is a tall, narrow-faced stranger with pointed forelimbs ... .. Though lacking a mouth opening, the strixidroni does have rows of teeth, gums, and a small, pointed tongue inside of its head, with similar structures existing in its forelimbs, as well, albeit in a more rudimentary form. The strixidroni's inner texture is black and smooth, with a gristly webbing beneath the skin, encasing the gelatinous flesh. The strixidroni's fatty innards are slick and frigid, but warm to ambient temperatures within seconds of a cut. ... ... .. ... .. . ... ... . . ... . .. . . ... ... ... . . ... . . . ... .. ... ... .. ... ... ... .. . . . . ... .. ... . ... ... ... . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... . ... .. ...
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It speaks only with a grating sigh, its voice more inclined towards lower than higher tones.
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ㆳ "The rain came down as I made my way through the old suburbs. Even the scramble-scrambles had left the place for greener pastures and so the only scuttlers were little roaches and even those were few and far between. I liked the sense of peace that permeated especially through the wet right now. The trees, blackened by whatever coat was left behind, looked so artificial that it was nearly like being home.
We caught each others' gaze for only a moment... and then both turned and walked the other way. The windows, un-shattered somehow after all this time, reflected this parting of the ways in outlines and in curves." ZnGuire, Zina. The True Deaths of Inéz, 280
... moves with a sloped posture, its steps cautious.𖼭 Unsure of its directions though not overt in its confusion,ㆢ it ... . with much back-tracking upon encountering dead ends ... its head nudging at surfaces around it,ꓭ with a conspicuous interest in place its head into crevices, gaps, or small openings, though it will not touch the sides of these small places.
𖼭 "It was born in time to witness to the crusades, after all. It had to know what we were capable of!" †Misrahi, Basque
ㆢ "They weren't born ready; they had to learn as they went." †unknown
ꓭ "So much had changed. Didn't this city used to have a different name?" †Zimach, Zacharie
Individual strixidroni maintain their own territories, backtracking with no visible emotional responseㆦ upon meeting one of their companions.
ㆦ "The literati made up games to amuse themselves; trying to imagine what their culture must be like. They were all junkies off the stuff by that time... every last one of them." †unknown
The strixidroni is able to press the tip of its snout against a wall, andಖ .. It appears to affect an area exactly five inches in front of its snout,ឆ with this force strong enough to snap even hard steel cables.
ಖ "It only needed to hold its nose there for a second, and then – czzt! That crackling thud, we heard it everywhere, and it was only when we opened the walls that we saw what it'd done. The cables weren't just severed, they were shredded and tangled up all at once. The occasional crack here or there was the only evidence of its handiwork... and so we lost power, water... our buildings either flooded or burned." †unknown
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ឆ "They moved rather linearly, we discovered, by the end of it. That blackout was no coincidence. And I don't think any of us could have hoped to have known the extent of it until we did. The smartest of us – the smartest of all of us – there was no way of preventing this, at that point. And you really had people starting to panic –when I think about it... we should have all seen it coming." Wurlitzer, Georne. The Downfall of Para-Civilization, 555
... if allowed, it will .. . "scramble𖼂" the face.
𖼂 "It did to her like it did the wires... please! We don't have many left!" †unknown
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ㆬ "I walked through the maze, and – it had finally found me. This one had been waiting... to censor me from recognition." †unknown