Taramore mutates his hand so nerves normally found in the brain dig into the creatures head so that he can see it's memories, his other hand is slammed over it's mouth to silence it as Taramores blood becomes hundreds of small tendrils that bind the creature in place so he can un assemble it and claim it's memories, he does this when nothing else is observing and moves out of sight quickly.

(You don't have this power, do you?)

(Tis just using mutation to make our brains connect through making him and my self symbiotic twins, then after making him part O me self im going to delete his cells after remebering what he heard, though if thats a bit to much for one power ill edit the post.)

(That's.. clever. Clever and disturbing.)

The man slumps, his mind being assimilated by the greater being, his memories slowly trickling into Taramore.. he didn't even groan. His eyes simply rolled back, and he slumped. It took a long while, but..

He saw the sphere of perfect silver. Levitating - no, simply not grounded by gravity - it spoke seldom to the people, but when it did speak it was a thing of beauty. Perfectly round. Shimmering in the light. The perfect deity.

Taramore growls in anger to him self after dealing with the heretic, then Taramore gets an idea.. he takes as much time as he needs to become a orb of flesh with packs of air in them and grows a white shell over him self, a odd mix of the floating gas bag creatures and a shell fish, just the shell doesn't have any opening's, he makes sure there are no impurity's and tampers with vocal cords to have a voice as close to the fake god's as possible, it's note often Taramore gets to be a actor, and he was going to have FUN with it.

It takes an hour or two of meditation and experimentation, but soon Taramore mimicked the small, spherical creature almost perfectly. It was about the size of a small ball, and hovered in the air.. which he couldn't yet accomplish.

Taramore decides that it would be less noticable if he made small air holes in the bottom that contantly breath out gas than to not be able to float at all, he attempts to get this to work focusing for a while.

It took a long while, but eventually he could float upon the air.

Taramore now seeks out a large group of heretic's to put his plan into action, taking his time trying not to be seen on the way.

Soon he comes upon a small gathering of heretics within the camp, each of them drinking heady ale and talking quietly amongst themselves.

Taramore uses the most smooth and artistic voice he can bring out of his frame. "Loyal followers I have a message for you all of great need to be given unto you by the Truth around us, a message that cannot wait for anything."

"You.."

They stopped, watched Taramore as he spoke. They looked shocked, horrified.

"Who is this demon, to tempt us?" screamed one of the men, and they suddenly rushed towards the God, weapons in hand.

'Hmm it must not speak verbally, ah well I tried to play nice...time to do things the way I planned before.'  Taramore hardens the shell more and falls to the ground and generates spikes in the shell, flesh hooks forming as well in the shapes of scythe's. The creature that would result would be a mix of a Urchin and a Preying matins and Armordillo with 4 spider legs, it would generate the legs last, the armor first then the flesh hooks then the spikes. "I will admit I thought you would stupid as you follow a false God, but I have to admit I wanted to kill all of you anyways."

Taramore was struck by his people - hit with rods and blades and sticks and clubs - but he did not falter. The shell was too tough. After a while, they stopped beating him, and stepped back as they watched the transformation in awe. Finally, Taramore finished his shift, in silence.

Taramore shock him self for a moment letting the bladed whips roll onto the ground and extended the forms legs a bit so that he could look around a bit better.

"I have come here on the rumor that a false God is luring my people away from their true path, I am one with the land and act as it's servant to move the people to help it live and grow, you are killing our land by following this Silver of Truth, it is a Daemon in all rights leading you off the right path into a forest of lies where it will kill you off. I am honest however in that if you still refuse to turn away from this creature you will damn our land and I must get rid of you on it's behalf, if you however return to society and help our land I won't have to act on the lands needs. In serving the land I serve the people, who in turn serve my commands to help the land, it is a cycle of service that we are bound on by a genetic destiny and you are only helping this Daemon kill us all, Open your eyes to it's lies!" Taramore's whips shake in anger and emotion as he speaks, the shell plates clicking againts each other as the odd new shapes move about, Taramore still keeps his head hidden as to prevent any damage that may result of his people refusing to trust he is trying to help them, and thus help the land and to the ultimate end of helping him self.

The people stare at Taramore, in silence, for the longest time. And then, suddenly, as if one, they bowed toward him in worship.

"We worship you, O Tah Ra Mahr, returned truth!" cried one.

Taramore makes an eye on the back of his head to make sure it's really him they are bowing to and not the false one sneaking up on him. "Now that you have had that revelation you should head back to the hives and help our land thrive, each one of you that isn't here is not serving our land and thus setting it back in it's goal to survive, though if you are swift you can make up for lost time."

The people nod, prepare to take the long journey back to home. Others cheer Taramore, or pray in front of him.

Taramore points them in the right direction to the Hive Spire back home, he him self decides to lead them back just in case the Silver trys anything, once they are safe back where they pray to their true god he can deal with the Heretic on his own time.

The trip back to the core Hive was uneventful. His people, upon realizing just who Taramore was, were unanimous in their zealousness and core belief. Soon, they were all home, and discussing the building of a central temple in the honour of the Lord of Evolution.

Taramore nods in approval before again leaving the Hive and changing him self into a shape with the ability to float so that he can seek out this Silver of Truth that his people had been tricked by.

He returns to the Valley of Red, where the remains of camp, abandoned, filled the space. There were various caves and dips within the Valley could hide any number of strange creatures, but with a small search he noticed that there was a single well-tread path leading further up the western wall of the Valley, possibly leading to a series of caves within.

Taramore lands and takes the shape of a large worm with large spinning teeth and armored plates with hundreds of mini feet, he then walks into the save looking for anything out of the norm.

The cave is a normal cave, by Mentia standards, pulsing red and sticky brown. Inside, however, Taramore stumbles upon something that is entirely alien even to Mentia's xenic landscape. It was a shining, small ball wrought of a curious, almost living, silver. It seemed to be watching Taramore, but did not move.

This Realm is now Dead.