We had emerged from the tomb to a forest. With trees! I was inordinately happy. I had always liked the trees. And to be able to be amongst them again? So, so very happy.

  My speaking practice had progressed acceptability. I could get a point across in my bodys natural language, which was where I would leave it for now.

  Now however, I would need to acclimate to my body properly. My memories said I could do many, many things. My body said the same.

  And while I could do them, it would be like a novice. So, I needed to practice to shake off the rust by doing, well, everything. The thing to do... learning to walk properly again.

  My past life had been taught to walk, run, and jump silently. I would need to do the same. But, with a metal frame weighing who knows how much, it would be difficult. But, I had an edge.

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  I had found, both by doing and by memory, that I could modify my body. My body was mutable. I had been changing my features to soften some edges, and just generally make myself more feminine. But, I could also change my feet, joints, and other bits to move smoother and quieter.

  Such modification took a while, but they could be done with focus and effort. So, as I looked around the forest, I picked a tree, and sat down, with it as my back rest. I began to put my all into modifying myself.

  As the day darkened, I didn't move. I was building the ideal me, and it took my everything. I thickened and hardened some parts and smoothed others.

  My fingers sharpened. I became shorter, more armored. My feet softened to walk quieter. My deathmask sharpened to a point at the bottom, admittedly for anesthetics.

  Days passed, then weeks. Months. I was completely unaware, until finally, I completed myself.

  I was shorter, with less protruding edges. My entire body was more armored, and softer. My feet more sponge like to Cushing my walk. My fingers changed to claws as a melee weapon. I was, I'm my own opinion, a beautiful creation.

  I was 6ft 8in from 7ft1 before, and that mass added well to other areas. I would be harder to kill. But that was besides the point. I looked around with my eye, and saw things had changed.

  I pushed leafs off of me and stood. It was time to hunt. Instinctively, I opened a small portal, and grabbed my gun. It was long, about as tall am me. Dark black with green highlighting parts. Of it, it was a work of art, in my opinion.

  I walked out into the forest, and began my practice.