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Nonbinary.Witch
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- May 15, 2022
Hi, I'm Cori! I've been here a long time and roleplayed even longer, but I took a long break after becoming chronically ill. I'm more than ready to get back to writing though! I love drama, violence, and darker themes!
At the moment my writing speed is about 1-3 replies per day, some days dropping out due to flares or brain fog. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, though I've been known to write more.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable. Just stay away from paraphilias and we're good!
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
I'm craving monster roles atm. My kinks are noncon, drugging, blackmail/coercion/threats, bondage, crossdressing (especially forced), sensory play, breath play, marking (branding, scarring, biting, etc), piercing, gangbang or forced to fuck someone/something while the other watches or aids, sex toys, and orgasm denial. Basically I just love power imbalance. Boundaries are play with bodily waste, pet play, paraphilias, and inflation.
️ for preferred plots, 
for preferred roles
At the moment my writing speed is about 1-3 replies per day, some days dropping out due to flares or brain fog. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, though I've been known to write more.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable. Just stay away from paraphilias and we're good!
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
I'm craving monster roles atm. My kinks are noncon, drugging, blackmail/coercion/threats, bondage, crossdressing (especially forced), sensory play, breath play, marking (branding, scarring, biting, etc), piercing, gangbang or forced to fuck someone/something while the other watches or aids, sex toys, and orgasm denial. Basically I just love power imbalance. Boundaries are play with bodily waste, pet play, paraphilias, and inflation.
️ for preferred plots, for preferred rolesIn a world where harpies exist, people still haven't gotten over their hatred for them. They call them monsters, dangerous animals, and freaks. Though many activists insist they could be integrated into society, they're forced to stay in the wild in increasingly smaller groups by cruel pest control. Despite that, Allan and Miriam, an elderly couple living at the edge of a gated community bordering a forest, befriended a harpy who regularly snuck into their back yard to eat their vegetables.
One day, though, Miriam died, and Allan moved to a care home in the community. He assumed with no one to visit anymore the harpy would stay in the forest and make his own family, but after a year the harpy suddenly arrived at the grave while he was visiting one day. To his surprise, the harpy had been risking his safety searching for them. As soon as he realized what'd happened, he head-butted the gravestone, laid down, and cried. Days passed with the harpy still there, not moving. He gained a small following of protestors preventing anyone from removing him, leading to media coverage and an even bigger movement outside of the community. After weeks, a researcher becomes intrigued by his dedication to the grave and offers to take him away, wanting to learn more about it.
•I want to play the harpy
•Your character can be a researcher, activist, pest control, etc; I'd be especially interested in pest control since I haven't gotten to try that out yet.
One day, though, Miriam died, and Allan moved to a care home in the community. He assumed with no one to visit anymore the harpy would stay in the forest and make his own family, but after a year the harpy suddenly arrived at the grave while he was visiting one day. To his surprise, the harpy had been risking his safety searching for them. As soon as he realized what'd happened, he head-butted the gravestone, laid down, and cried. Days passed with the harpy still there, not moving. He gained a small following of protestors preventing anyone from removing him, leading to media coverage and an even bigger movement outside of the community. After weeks, a researcher becomes intrigued by his dedication to the grave and offers to take him away, wanting to learn more about it.
•I want to play the harpy
•Your character can be a researcher, activist, pest control, etc; I'd be especially interested in pest control since I haven't gotten to try that out yet.
(Witch x open)
After some children supposedly caught a man practicing magic, a few residents of a small town decided to give him an old fashioned burning. They chopped up the snake they assumed was his familiar and tied him to a tree before dousing him with gasoline, burning both before the cops had a chance to stop them. Everyone involved was arrested as soon as the police arrived. They were found cheering and shouting. After extinguishing the fire and long search through the ashes of a few trees, news spread that there was no sign of the man's body even though they'd found the charred remains of the snake. Videos quickly surfaced. The first was of the man when the children had found him, supposedly attempting to create a person with magic. The second was at the burning. The man had clearly been beaten to a bloody mess beforehand, and flames surrounded him as police sirens could be heard in the distance. The man screamed and the fire around him grew, turning an unnatural blue. Then he was gone from sight and the men cheered. The voices of officers could be heard and the video ended. Now everyone's looking for answers while the police are getting increasingly frustrated between the lack of evidence for murder and the increasing trespassing on the murder site.
x open)After some children supposedly caught a man practicing magic, a few residents of a small town decided to give him an old fashioned burning. They chopped up the snake they assumed was his familiar and tied him to a tree before dousing him with gasoline, burning both before the cops had a chance to stop them. Everyone involved was arrested as soon as the police arrived. They were found cheering and shouting. After extinguishing the fire and long search through the ashes of a few trees, news spread that there was no sign of the man's body even though they'd found the charred remains of the snake. Videos quickly surfaced. The first was of the man when the children had found him, supposedly attempting to create a person with magic. The second was at the burning. The man had clearly been beaten to a bloody mess beforehand, and flames surrounded him as police sirens could be heard in the distance. The man screamed and the fire around him grew, turning an unnatural blue. Then he was gone from sight and the men cheered. The voices of officers could be heard and the video ended. Now everyone's looking for answers while the police are getting increasingly frustrated between the lack of evidence for murder and the increasing trespassing on the murder site.
Scientists know harpies once existed, but they're thought to be long extinct. One biologist, though, still thinks there's some somewhere; he could've sworn he'd seen one flying across the sky as a kid, one stormy night. Everyone else thinks it was just a trick of his eyes but, well, that's what this research trip was for: to prove them wrong. He set up in an old fire tower in a forest near where he'd grown up. The first day passed without any trace of the creatures, but during the night he was woken up by sounds of scratching. When he checked what it was, he found that a harpy had climbed the tower and was curled up on the roof; it had a broken wing and seemed terrified.
(This would be awesome with a researcher who isn't afraid of exposing harpies. I want to see him face the consequences of his actions!)
(This would be awesome with a researcher who isn't afraid of exposing harpies. I want to see him face the consequences of his actions!)
(Harpy x Open)
Harpies are naturally curious creatures, but they're also very skittish; unfortunately, this pairing has made them clash with humans multiple times. Both sides became afraid of each other, so harpies began avoiding humans. Despite hoping to lessen the fear, this has had the opposite effect, with centuries of safety leading to worse and worse rumors and misconceptions about the infamous beasts. One night, a harpy defied the warnings about humans in favor of his curiosity and ventured to one of their cities. Little did he know, he set off warning alarms, quickly spurring a public safety announcement and search for what the humans believed to be a dangerous monster. As soon as the creature noticed people with weapons searching for him, he hid, crawling through an open window. (Could be found by a cop, journalist, homeless guy using it because it's abandoned, youtuber going into an abandoned apartment looking for ghosts, etc. The harpy could hide for a while or be found instantly. Would love to do this with someone unhinged.)
x Open)Harpies are naturally curious creatures, but they're also very skittish; unfortunately, this pairing has made them clash with humans multiple times. Both sides became afraid of each other, so harpies began avoiding humans. Despite hoping to lessen the fear, this has had the opposite effect, with centuries of safety leading to worse and worse rumors and misconceptions about the infamous beasts. One night, a harpy defied the warnings about humans in favor of his curiosity and ventured to one of their cities. Little did he know, he set off warning alarms, quickly spurring a public safety announcement and search for what the humans believed to be a dangerous monster. As soon as the creature noticed people with weapons searching for him, he hid, crawling through an open window. (Could be found by a cop, journalist, homeless guy using it because it's abandoned, youtuber going into an abandoned apartment looking for ghosts, etc. The harpy could hide for a while or be found instantly. Would love to do this with someone unhinged.)
In a world where humans have naturally evolved wildly different traits for survival, the largest group - that which looks identical to our own - has deemed itself the best. Those which are deemed too animalistic - having animal ears, tails, wings, and horns - are looked down on. These "monster" humans are neglected by governments to the point that crimes against them are subconsciously considered legal.
Under mob and gang rule, red light districts have become a safe haven for these monsters, being the only place they're actively protected and therefore the place they work at most. Muse A is one of those monsters, working at a strip club while making sure no one notices when they leave the safety of the district.
•I prefer playing muse A, but don't mind playing B
•Muse B could be a fan stalking A to take advantage of them; a mob member/boss who favors A; another monster who works with A and privately seduces them or flirts with them on stage as fan service, getting riskier as time goes on; etc
Under mob and gang rule, red light districts have become a safe haven for these monsters, being the only place they're actively protected and therefore the place they work at most. Muse A is one of those monsters, working at a strip club while making sure no one notices when they leave the safety of the district.
•I prefer playing muse A, but don't mind playing B
•Muse B could be a fan stalking A to take advantage of them; a mob member/boss who favors A; another monster who works with A and privately seduces them or flirts with them on stage as fan service, getting riskier as time goes on; etc
(Killer x Killed)
Muse A had been brutally tortured and murdered by Muse B, who he'd thought to have been a good friend beforehand. Instead of it being the end, he was reincarnated, except he had the burden of keeping his memories, which didn't leave no matter how much older he became. One day, as he finally re-enters the adult world, he sees Muse B, older but undeniably the same man who'd caused his early death. To the traumatized soul, it feels like the whole ordeal is happening all over again. What's worse? Muse A's new body is the serial killer's ideal type.
-the muses could meet any way you want, here's some ideas but you can suggest some too:
•B is A's college professor
•B is A's boss/coworker
•Either are a stripper/sex worker️
•Maybe B runs a cult and A infiltrates it as an undercover cop/journalist️️
-would love to play out the murder first
)Muse A had been brutally tortured and murdered by Muse B, who he'd thought to have been a good friend beforehand. Instead of it being the end, he was reincarnated, except he had the burden of keeping his memories, which didn't leave no matter how much older he became. One day, as he finally re-enters the adult world, he sees Muse B, older but undeniably the same man who'd caused his early death. To the traumatized soul, it feels like the whole ordeal is happening all over again. What's worse? Muse A's new body is the serial killer's ideal type.
-the muses could meet any way you want, here's some ideas but you can suggest some too:
•B is A's college professor
•B is A's boss/coworker
•Either are a stripper/sex worker
️•Maybe B runs a cult and A infiltrates it as an undercover cop/journalist
️️-would love to play out the murder first
Muse A had come from a cult that was just as destructive as it was isolating. One day, he realized the harm being done and ran away in the dead of night. He wandered around until he ran into muse B.
Muse B, a cop, was sent to investigate noise coming from an abandoned building. There he found Muse A having hellish withdrawals from whatever unknown drug had been used to keep the cult members complacent and reliant on the leader.
had come from a cult that was just as destructive as it was isolating. One day, he realized the harm being done and ran away in the dead of night. He wandered around until he ran into muse B.Muse B, a cop, was sent to investigate noise coming from an abandoned building. There he found Muse A having hellish withdrawals from whatever unknown drug had been used to keep the cult members complacent and reliant on the leader.
The dining hall rattled with clinking forks and chatter like every morning as a blinding light flooded the otherwise dark old warehouse. The makeshift walls creaked as footsteps echoed, and Ten lifted his head as someone suddenly called out "the angels are here!"
The young man's day was instantly brightened as he joined the sea of people rushing to crowd the group. Ten in particular would push people out of the way just to see Dominick, a man he'd looked up to since childhood. Ten smiled as he got practically pushed into the man's arms, happily snuggling into the man's gentle touch as he was steadied. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
The chuckle was smooth as chocolate, like music to his ears. "You know it's ok, kid." A rough slap on the back unsteadied him once more before Dominick threw an arm over his shoulders. "I've got a demon for you."
The excitement instantly left Ten's face, brows furrowing. "Another?" That was the third one this month!
"What can I say, they've been relentless lately. I can trust you with it, right?"
Ten sighed, his distaste evident for only a moment. "Yeah.. can I go do my prayers first?"
"Of course! I'll get it ready while you do that."
Ten smiled, let the rest of the group swarm and ask questions and help them drag things in while he went off to a small, candle lit room. There he kneeled, he prayed for a while, longer than usual as he put off the task ahead. He sighed as he took a little white pill from the bowl in front of him: God's gift, delivered monthly by the angels, something to make sure they didn't feel the torture god was inflicting on the earth right now.. and it sure helped to get through what he was about to do too.
He downed it dry, like clockwork, before getting up and wandering to the workshop. In a little room sat a metal table, stained with blood with a tray of barely sanitary tools next to it. The demon was already there, and he took a deep breath as he washed his hands and gloves off. It wasn't human; it just looked human to trick people. He was helping all the poor outsiders so they could have a modicum of hope that they might repent and be saved instead of massacred by these imposters and damned to hell.
Standing next to the table, he took a scalpel, making a shaky cut along the torso before a muffled cry seeped out from the bag over its head. Ten jolted, heart racing as he looked over toward the head. They were never dead, he knew that - how could something without a soul ever be alive in the first place - but they were usually unconscious the whole time. Ten took a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in his throat as he continued.
Just ignore it and do as usual, as he'd been taught: quick but clean cuts, heart first, then lungs, then kidneys, liver, spleen, put in freezing cold boxes. Dominick would take it away to be cleansed so the demon's evil couldn't seep into and taint the earth.
Ten still dry heaved as he grabbed the first organ; he'd never get used to it. He wasn't sure when the demon quieted down, drowning out the sound with a hymn as he worked. He was quick to clean himself, desperately wanting out of the room and out of the bloodied clothes now that it was over.
Ten paused as he approached Father Silas's study, knowing that's where he'd find Dominick. It sounded like they were talking.. he knew he shouldn't listen but he couldn't help it.
"You know I'd never do anything to your kids, but Ten-"
"The one you taught to hack up sinners?" Father's voice was spiteful, a sound he wasn't used to hearing from him.
"'Course. He's turning what now, 18?"
"19."
"Perfect! He's become a really cute fella; I've got some guys I know who'd love him. Way better than staying here 'hacking up sinners', dontcha think?"
"Dom, we don't see eye to eye in a lot of things, but you should know prostitu-"
"Cmon, it's not prostituting."
"My kids stay here, where it's safe."
"Hacking up people is safe?"
"Sinners."
"Sinners, outsiders, the damned, whatever you wanna call them. The boy deserves something more, dontcha think? He's always been chomping at the bit to do whatever for your little family; he'd love a chance to go preach or whatever. I'll give you a big ole' bonus for it, of course."
Father grumbled, obviously disapproving. Before he could say more Ten stumbled through the door.
Dominick grinned. "Speak of the devil! You got it all wrapped up for me?" Ten's mouth was dry as he nodded. "Good boy~." The hand ruffling his hair wasn't as comforting as it usually was. He looked over to Father, wanting him to say something more to turn down the offer, to make it feel like Dominick wasn't suggesting what he'd sounded like he'd been suggesting. Father just looked away though, and Dominick was back to acting like the angel he knew, nothing like the man he'd heard through the door.
That night was a blur. Father must've agreed sometime when he wasn't around, as Dominick pushed him out of the warehouse for the first time in his life. Everything was new. Everything was not what father had preached. There weren't people dying in the street. No demons were coming to attack him. No fires were blazing over the mountain. It was dark, lit by a large metal box on wheels, a pole, and.. stars? They were smaller than he'd thought they'd be. They're all Ten remembered seeing as he ran away from Dominick, his leg stinging as he heard a loud bang, the group shouting as the medicine and adrenaline eased whatever pain he should've been feeling.
He stumbled down a ditch, into the forest, far away from where Dominick could reach him. He didn't even notice he was bleeding until he came upon an abandoned house and crawled in, hoping it would hide him from the now angry men searching for him. They never came, even with the footsteps outside that terrified him for days on end. It didn't take long for him to feel pain, and then nausea came, then the headaches, and the chills, and the fever, the thirst, the hunger, the dizziness. All he could do was cry as they overwhelmed- as they tortured him. He prayed desperately but it was no use; all he could do was sob, scream, and pass out on loop surrounded by dirt, dust, and broken old furniture.
The young man's day was instantly brightened as he joined the sea of people rushing to crowd the group. Ten in particular would push people out of the way just to see Dominick, a man he'd looked up to since childhood. Ten smiled as he got practically pushed into the man's arms, happily snuggling into the man's gentle touch as he was steadied. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
The chuckle was smooth as chocolate, like music to his ears. "You know it's ok, kid." A rough slap on the back unsteadied him once more before Dominick threw an arm over his shoulders. "I've got a demon for you."
The excitement instantly left Ten's face, brows furrowing. "Another?" That was the third one this month!
"What can I say, they've been relentless lately. I can trust you with it, right?"
Ten sighed, his distaste evident for only a moment. "Yeah.. can I go do my prayers first?"
"Of course! I'll get it ready while you do that."
Ten smiled, let the rest of the group swarm and ask questions and help them drag things in while he went off to a small, candle lit room. There he kneeled, he prayed for a while, longer than usual as he put off the task ahead. He sighed as he took a little white pill from the bowl in front of him: God's gift, delivered monthly by the angels, something to make sure they didn't feel the torture god was inflicting on the earth right now.. and it sure helped to get through what he was about to do too.
He downed it dry, like clockwork, before getting up and wandering to the workshop. In a little room sat a metal table, stained with blood with a tray of barely sanitary tools next to it. The demon was already there, and he took a deep breath as he washed his hands and gloves off. It wasn't human; it just looked human to trick people. He was helping all the poor outsiders so they could have a modicum of hope that they might repent and be saved instead of massacred by these imposters and damned to hell.
Standing next to the table, he took a scalpel, making a shaky cut along the torso before a muffled cry seeped out from the bag over its head. Ten jolted, heart racing as he looked over toward the head. They were never dead, he knew that - how could something without a soul ever be alive in the first place - but they were usually unconscious the whole time. Ten took a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in his throat as he continued.
Just ignore it and do as usual, as he'd been taught: quick but clean cuts, heart first, then lungs, then kidneys, liver, spleen, put in freezing cold boxes. Dominick would take it away to be cleansed so the demon's evil couldn't seep into and taint the earth.
Ten still dry heaved as he grabbed the first organ; he'd never get used to it. He wasn't sure when the demon quieted down, drowning out the sound with a hymn as he worked. He was quick to clean himself, desperately wanting out of the room and out of the bloodied clothes now that it was over.
Ten paused as he approached Father Silas's study, knowing that's where he'd find Dominick. It sounded like they were talking.. he knew he shouldn't listen but he couldn't help it.
"You know I'd never do anything to your kids, but Ten-"
"The one you taught to hack up sinners?" Father's voice was spiteful, a sound he wasn't used to hearing from him.
"'Course. He's turning what now, 18?"
"19."
"Perfect! He's become a really cute fella; I've got some guys I know who'd love him. Way better than staying here 'hacking up sinners', dontcha think?"
"Dom, we don't see eye to eye in a lot of things, but you should know prostitu-"
"Cmon, it's not prostituting."
"My kids stay here, where it's safe."
"Hacking up people is safe?"
"Sinners."
"Sinners, outsiders, the damned, whatever you wanna call them. The boy deserves something more, dontcha think? He's always been chomping at the bit to do whatever for your little family; he'd love a chance to go preach or whatever. I'll give you a big ole' bonus for it, of course."
Father grumbled, obviously disapproving. Before he could say more Ten stumbled through the door.
Dominick grinned. "Speak of the devil! You got it all wrapped up for me?" Ten's mouth was dry as he nodded. "Good boy~." The hand ruffling his hair wasn't as comforting as it usually was. He looked over to Father, wanting him to say something more to turn down the offer, to make it feel like Dominick wasn't suggesting what he'd sounded like he'd been suggesting. Father just looked away though, and Dominick was back to acting like the angel he knew, nothing like the man he'd heard through the door.
That night was a blur. Father must've agreed sometime when he wasn't around, as Dominick pushed him out of the warehouse for the first time in his life. Everything was new. Everything was not what father had preached. There weren't people dying in the street. No demons were coming to attack him. No fires were blazing over the mountain. It was dark, lit by a large metal box on wheels, a pole, and.. stars? They were smaller than he'd thought they'd be. They're all Ten remembered seeing as he ran away from Dominick, his leg stinging as he heard a loud bang, the group shouting as the medicine and adrenaline eased whatever pain he should've been feeling.
He stumbled down a ditch, into the forest, far away from where Dominick could reach him. He didn't even notice he was bleeding until he came upon an abandoned house and crawled in, hoping it would hide him from the now angry men searching for him. They never came, even with the footsteps outside that terrified him for days on end. It didn't take long for him to feel pain, and then nausea came, then the headaches, and the chills, and the fever, the thirst, the hunger, the dizziness. All he could do was cry as they overwhelmed- as they tortured him. He prayed desperately but it was no use; all he could do was sob, scream, and pass out on loop surrounded by dirt, dust, and broken old furniture.
(Merman x Researcher)
In the arctic, surrounded by ice and snow, the Inuit have a legend of a terrifying frozen mermaid. With seaweed-like hair, sharp claws, and fins, they lure children to the edges of the ice to snatch and stuff into hooded parkas.
The legend was obviously just a warning against going near the icy water, or so it was thought, but when the body of an unknown creature was found near a research camp, Muse A's interest was peaked. The scientist quickly found the free time to ask the locals about the creatures and ventured off to find where they'd come from. Was he going nuts over a mangled deformed seal corpse? Would he freeze going out alone? Or would he actually be the first to document an arctic mermaid?
x Researcher)In the arctic, surrounded by ice and snow, the Inuit have a legend of a terrifying frozen mermaid. With seaweed-like hair, sharp claws, and fins, they lure children to the edges of the ice to snatch and stuff into hooded parkas.
The legend was obviously just a warning against going near the icy water, or so it was thought, but when the body of an unknown creature was found near a research camp, Muse A's interest was peaked. The scientist quickly found the free time to ask the locals about the creatures and ventured off to find where they'd come from. Was he going nuts over a mangled deformed seal corpse? Would he freeze going out alone? Or would he actually be the first to document an arctic mermaid?
Ecker was among a species with a trait completely unique in the animal kingdom, one that would likely make its classification so very difficult to narrow down: it could use the DNA of things it ate as material when molting. It was a unique mimicry that probably started as a safety mechanism against cancer thousands of years ago.
When born they were all the same: dark green, large, salamander-like body and tadpole-like tail with spines along its back. As it grew though? Its possibilities were only as limited as its diet. Most gained a variety of traits from the well-evolved creatures in its environment, but some picked favorites.
Ecker was young when he first got a taste of human. His pod had been starving, and one of the elders made the desperate risk to attack a boat. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted! Most didn't like them; they were a desperation meal when the fish couldn't be found and orcas and seals were being too aggressive. Their DNA was a mess, they could be dangerous in packs and were rarely alone, and they didn't have nearly enough meat or fat for the hassle. Ecker, though, he saw something completely different, something he wanted for himself: they were strong in their own way, wearing the skins of other animals, making tools he could never have come up with, using language more complicated than he could hope to understand, they could make their own light!
Ecker had been catching them since he learned to hunt, preferring to starve over eating anything else. He tipped boats, jumped out of the water, did everything risky until.. he saw one talk. And then he copied it. It took a few tries, but it worked! They just came to him; it was easier than any other hunting he'd done! And oh so rewarding with each and every molt. Currently Ecker had a pretty human face; his eyes were still black but his skin had lightened, shifting away from its natural green toward a more brown color. His head scales had multiplied rapidly, falling down his shoulders like stiff, shiny hair. His teeth were still sharp, betraying the fact that he was a predator and not an omnivore like the creatures he was trying to emulate. His claws were longer, more flexible; he even had a thumb! And best of all legs, though small and dragging behind himself with his tail, smaller than the rest of his species. His spines too were smaller, slowly disappearing. Soon enough he'd be walking; oh, then he'd be unstoppable! Would he be able to integrate or were these creatures smarter than squids and orcas?
When born they were all the same: dark green, large, salamander-like body and tadpole-like tail with spines along its back. As it grew though? Its possibilities were only as limited as its diet. Most gained a variety of traits from the well-evolved creatures in its environment, but some picked favorites.
Ecker was young when he first got a taste of human. His pod had been starving, and one of the elders made the desperate risk to attack a boat. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted! Most didn't like them; they were a desperation meal when the fish couldn't be found and orcas and seals were being too aggressive. Their DNA was a mess, they could be dangerous in packs and were rarely alone, and they didn't have nearly enough meat or fat for the hassle. Ecker, though, he saw something completely different, something he wanted for himself: they were strong in their own way, wearing the skins of other animals, making tools he could never have come up with, using language more complicated than he could hope to understand, they could make their own light!
Ecker had been catching them since he learned to hunt, preferring to starve over eating anything else. He tipped boats, jumped out of the water, did everything risky until.. he saw one talk. And then he copied it. It took a few tries, but it worked! They just came to him; it was easier than any other hunting he'd done! And oh so rewarding with each and every molt. Currently Ecker had a pretty human face; his eyes were still black but his skin had lightened, shifting away from its natural green toward a more brown color. His head scales had multiplied rapidly, falling down his shoulders like stiff, shiny hair. His teeth were still sharp, betraying the fact that he was a predator and not an omnivore like the creatures he was trying to emulate. His claws were longer, more flexible; he even had a thumb! And best of all legs, though small and dragging behind himself with his tail, smaller than the rest of his species. His spines too were smaller, slowly disappearing. Soon enough he'd be walking; oh, then he'd be unstoppable! Would he be able to integrate or were these creatures smarter than squids and orcas?
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