The XenoDragoness loped down the resin coated hallway silently on all fours. This was her domain now, claimed with force of claw and tooth like so many others had been before. Xeno drones clambered about floors and walls, still busily at work smearing viscous goo with their hands which rapidly hardened. The inside of this outpost was fast becoming the organic nightmare she and her brood preferred, dark, warm, and safe like the guts of some great and terrible beast.
With a graceful leap to the side to avoid colliding with a drone, she now moved along the wall without slowing. Soon she was traveling along the top of the ceiling so as to not disrupt her brood's fiendish art. Still, the occasional drone had to quickly sidestep out of her way. One of these drones reached out and grabbed her tail lightly caressing the length of it as she passed. The dragoness hissed softly in pleasure and almost stopped. She had wanted it to do that, at least on some subconscious level. The nascent queen sometimes forgot that her desires and thoughts often became orders. There where no secrets among the Hive after all. She had yet to master her impulses, the drone had simply heard her and obeyed.
She put on some speed so as to not become distracted and soon reached her destination, a small nook next to a lightly shielded power conduit. She wedged her lithe and deadly form into the space lowering her smooth obsidian head and folding her bladed tail up from under her body so as to curl into a tight ball. This power conduit had a delightfully pleasant way of making her entire body tingle and it had become her favorite place of rest.
The XenoDragoness focused her mind and let slip her hold onto this particular body. Her identity quickly melted into the ocean of consciousness that was the Hive.
-to be continued in a bit-
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"Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same" - Michel Foucault