He was male in memory only now, the alien changes
making him genderless. He still wore
clothing, though the stifling heat of the day and frigid cold of the night
meant nothing to him at this late stage of the Becoming. Tufts of sandy brown hair sprang in bereft
bunches from his nearly bald elongated pate.
Where his nose had once existed, there now only remained a nub. His mouth had taken on the pursed droopiness
that was the beginning of a bloodsucking siphon. A single dagger fang erupting from his upper
gum peeked out from time to time as he spoke.
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