Even as a Dendra he was different; looked different; acted differed. When their race was young it did not matter, she didn’t mind. But now it did. He could no longer blend with the crowd.
He had studied their developments for millennia and yet still could not fit with their society even though he had helped develop it. In a few hundred years they went from naked babes in the woods, running with the beasts like himself, to exploring the high towers of Gold Leaf and making it their permanent home. It was the Leafies, depressed and caged in their great glass rooms, that ultimately told the Dendra of the Godly intervention which occurred and created the marvelous canopy-shaded city which they now called their home. Upon further study of the Leafies in captivity, it was deemed unlawful by the Dendra to capture them, for it truly destroyed their little spirits. Study of their joyful forest-mates continued outdoors only, or on the Leafies terms.
Silvano missed the old days. One of the first Dendra to ever grace the surface and winds of Ebos, a true daughter of Pomme, was beautiful and wild, and they had made love every day that he was with her. As she aged, their flights grew shorter and her mortal skin grew grey, but even at 1076 years old he thought her as beautiful as ever with her white-gold hair and browning wings. He even allowed his outward appearance to age with her, for she never knew his secret. Upon her death he fled to the forest and took comfort in the forms of all the less intelligent life of the forest: Leafies and Zefflins at first, for he still missed flying, but even flight reminded him of her, and so he took the form of a Slithe. Many times he prayed to Pomme to ease his pain, but this is what being alive feels like, she would explain. You were blessed by Passus. A cycle of elation and heartbreak, joy and emptiness. For one cannot have love without loss. Why couldn’t she have lived forever with him?
After several thousand more years shifting into less intelligent bodies, or shifting into Vaal or Flitt or Incubi, he finally forgot her name, but still watched closely as the Dendra progressed. Living as various forest beasts they had studied him, and he had studied them in return: their new attire, their new structured speech, their new culture and societal arrangement. No longer were they wild creatures running through the forests naked, curious about everything, and flying through the skies with no fear. They were more secretive now. They lived indoors writing and studying. They did still spend much of their time outside flying or walking the forest trails, but it was to practice their various new skills and study the wildlife. So much discipline. They no longer just observed, but also wrote about their observations on crisp material made from the pulp of plant fibers. They collected samples and specimens and brought it all back to their giant glass rooms.
So much had changed since the early days. He had tried to change his appearance from the way he looked back then, but he lacked the clothing which they now adorned themselves with. Back when they were naked and free he could join them at any time, running with them, flying with them, but now appearing naked before them would only raise an alarm. Aside from their attire and experiments, they kept detailed notes of their ancestral roots and family ties; almost everyone knew everyone else’s families and historical accomplishments. Where could he fit in? They would easily label him an imposter. Yet, he tired of taking the form of a Leafie and following them around to gain information.
He eventually decided to permanently take the form of a Flitt, but his ears were small; attracting a mate proved more difficult than he had hoped, and they lived such short lives. They were so different. The Vaal were more exciting, hunting and running, always on the move. They mated like beasts and although he partook, he still missed his connection with the Dendra.
Finally a day came where his hopes were answered. He had returned to the Forest after business in the wild plains, missing his comrades with whom he spent over a thousand years, only to see one of them fall in the forest after an altercation with a large alpha Zefflin, and crashing viciously into every tree branch during his decent. Silvano calmed the Zefflin quickly, only to watch it die moments later from serious blade wounds to its chest and stomach, right after death had claimed the Dendra which killed it. He quickly stripped the body of the deceased Dendra and took his exact physical form: Golden hair, brown horns, pale golden skin. Once the new attire was properly fitted, he buried the body. He had no plan going forward other than to pretend. Now it was he who would be studying them and their new society more closely. He would be one of them once again.
It wasn’t long before he heard the voices of a search party. Dousing himself in more of the Zefflin's blood, he lay alongside it, wrapping himself in the beasts claws in a faux embrace of death. As the others roused him, they worried about his lack of memory and promptly carried him back to the City of Gold Leaf for care.
From Passus's Blessing: He will sense the crowd and feel comfort and compassion for the species in an attempt to truly become one of them he will also feel like one of them.