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Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

Hapto

Hapto

Super-Earth
Joined
May 12, 2011
Wednesday the Fth, HGL Days Under​


Dear diary,
Forge notes showed substantial improvement in coke oven's daily output (stable temp. BD bars, yield D.C kilos coke to .J litres coal tar in G.A hours). Now have enough to begin heating the blast furnace - as soon as Tena remembers the final kilo of clay!

Side note: yesterday asked for more iron ore in order to replace Tena’s spare pick (again) but she scuttled back G hours later with BA kilos of gold ore slung over her thorax. Seriously? Firstly, there is no use for gold and secondly I clearly requested iron! Am unable to grasp her lack of comprehension when she has not only ears, but also antennae. Does she get the signals crossed?

Writing again after forced relaxation . G minutes breathing every C seconds, eye closed, listening to the air, the roaring furnaces, the flowing cavern below, the hiss of steam in the pipes above and the patient silence of these endless stone walls. Air, fire, water, and always earth. Three years since mother abandoned me, and still reciting the elements seems comforting. Needlessly sentimental I know.

I also know I lose productivity complaining about Tena. After all, how well can an Ant and a Cylcops ever get on? Well enough to build (or more aptly to dig) a home for ourselves hear beneath the 'Dread Mountain.' And without her, I am certain I would not be alive. I tried looking outside again today - steam door worked perfectly again, a tonne of stone rolling aside to reveal - light. So much light, everywhere, shining, blinding, burning. When Tena returned to my forgeroom with her second load, she pretended not to notice how my white skin was burned pink, or how I was still squinting to try and even make out the anvil. But her antenna drooped, as they always do when she worries about me. She's so precious. I just wish I could - writing quick, Tena yelling, a monster found the door! New monster, sounds different, intelligent, injured, moaning for help - Tena insists, going, write later,

Love, Elid
 
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'What's that smell? Smells clean, clean air? That's silly. This city always reeks of...'

Emen opened one of his eyes lying on his stomach. The first thing he was was a clear blue sky, clashing with rolling hills that spanned for quite a few miles it seemed. Tall grass swayed with a gentle breeze, towered by the occasional picturesque tree. This was peaceful. This was wrong.

The scene made both of his eyes shoot open, this unknown but idyllic environment was not the place he remembered being in. Emen picked himself up and started scanning in all directions. The hills ended where he stood. Behind him was the bottom of a large mountain, dominating everything in sight with it's size. Directly behind where he picked himself up seemed to be a... door? It seemed like a simple stone door if Emen could trust his eyes. Rather well camouflage. If Emen did not wake up in this exact spot, he was sure he wouldn't have spotted it. As he looked up to see if the sun became bright, simple, and happy as well, Emen squinted at the intense glare it gave back to him, almost recoiling from the sight alone. The man just now felt the intense splitting headache pounding against his skull. "That's, uh, I definitely have a hangover, or I got beat up. Or..."

That would make sense, except he didn't remember drinking, taking any pills, or injecting him with anything. All Emen remembered was falling asleep in his hole of an apartment. As a college student, he did not live in the most ideal conditions. "So this a dream, right? It must be." He whispered to himself. It was nice change from oppressive reality, even though it would only last an hour. "This would be okay if I didn't feel awful... least I can feel the wind all, over, my..." Emen checked everywhere around him, but not himself. He didn't have any clothes, items or anything on his person. Emen was naked as the day he was born.

"OKAY! Definitely a dream! Guess I'll just, WAKE UP NOW!" He shouted out. Nothing except the swaying of the weeds and trees from the breeze. "I said, I'm SELF AWARE THIS IS A DREAM SO WAKE ME UP!" Emen repeated, but still, nothing seemed to answer him. This was concerning for him. Panic was setting in, if this was real, there was no logical explanation, and he hated not having an explanation for him being marooned in the country, naked. A double check on his limp penis and ass almost told him something else. He looked and felt several years younger, as if he was eighteen. But that was wrong, he was twenty-three. Emen reached for his head, feeling his hair and pulling down a single one with a twinge of pain. "Good, Hair's still short and back, but... this all doesn't make sense."

Emen laughed. He laughed the same laugh someone might give off if they're crazy. "That's okay. I can still wake up. We just need the proper stimulus." He eyed the nearby door. "Perfect!" Without hesitation, the human ran right into it, face first. He was sure that would wake him from his dream. The flaw of that was, this was no dream. His nose almost broke from the impact, and the impact left him dazed. "This, this is no dream." Emen whispered to himself, coming to a realization.

He needed help, directions. Emen's first thought was the cleverly camouflaged door. "Hello! Hello! Is anyone in there!" Emen began hitting the door in a more conventional manner. "I need help! Directions! Hello! Please be peaceful dwelling mountain folk!"
 
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A loud, wet hiss blasts his face. The shock makes him recoil as much as the sound and heat, his eyes blinking until they can make out the steam hissing out of the cracks around the moving door. A double take confirms - it is moving, the giant, two meter wide slab of stone sliding slowly to one side.

He hears other sounds, coming from within the stone walls, clanking, grinding, the sound of gears turning, immense eights descending, and always steam hissing loudly, as before him the stone slab rolls all the way out of the way, revealing two things. The first is two rows of black, oiled, metal cylinders, indented into the floor where the slab had been, still rolling slightly. The second is the way ahead: a corridor of stone, perfectly square, shrinking into the dark distance before him.

With a final clank, the mechanical sounds all stop, the hissing dying out to nothing, leaving him staring at the empty, silent corridor.
 
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The sudden blast of steam forced the human back in pain. Emen was groaning from the sensation of it forced on his eyes, and after a few seconds and momentary blinking, he felt he was ready to continue. The noises he heard the entire time the door was unfolding sounded rather familiar, like cogs of a clock tower. The rhythmical grinding of gears was something Emen did not expect. He stared down to see the cylinders built into the stone floors, still in perpetual motion from the looks of it.

He expected something with simple hinges, or an electrically revolving door of sorts. "This is, strangely elaborate, if not a bit primitive." Emen whispered to himself, taking his first step inside the stone passage. It was dark, and he couldn't see a light source, but this door was here for a reason. Emen deducted someone had to build it, so it must lead somewhere, and the fact it only opened when he shouted and battered the door reasoned that someone was here, and aware of his presence.

Now however, Emen tried to resign to stealth, taking quite steps as he went deeper and deeper into the mountain. He was not sure what he could hope to accomplish, but whatever was in here, Emen hoped he would find it before it found him.
 
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He quietly stalks forwards, eyes checking the darkness ahead for movement. He can't see any light sources within the corridor, or much else of the corridor itself, the bright, square-framed light of the sun behind him making the shadows ahead nearly solid black by contrast. But still he stares into them, hoping to see something before it sees him.

Suddenly he does see movement, right in front of him, his feet springing him back and his eyes darting to make it out: a shadow, cast in the square shaft of light from behind him. His own shadow. He almost laughs. He was literally jumping at his own shadow.

His smile begins to fall, as he sees another shadow above his own, the shape of two hands reaching just forward into the far edge of the shadow. With the sharp contrast of the light and his fixed stare, he can clearly see the black silhouettes of fingers curling into the light, followed by hands and arms reaching into the shadow towards his feet, before retreating to grab onto the edge of the light, and hold it. The hands seem to push, and the shape of a head is eased past the edge of the light, followed a bit too soon by a pair of legs, unfolding into the light. Followed by another pair, and another - six, distinctly spider-like legs unfolding to grip into the edge of the light. Or rather the shadows of six, real legs gripping onto the roof behind him. He hears them, the quiet creaking of insect joints, the slight rasping of what he imagines to be claws gripping into the stone, as he sees what he imagines to be a spider's fangs extending out of the head he now knows to be behind his.

He sees the shadow's arms raise, holding what looks like a weight on a pole, the arms silently bringing the weapons back, ready to strike.
 
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It would take around twenty minutes for the human's eyes to begin to adapt to these abysmal, pitch black tunnels. He didn't even get to walk two minutes before almost bolting outside at the sight of his own shadow. Emen let out another nervous laugh, similar to before. "Gonna go mad in this cave in no time."

The human was about to resume his descent into darkness when his perceptions noticed something else in the shadows. It wasn't him, and it seemed to be growing. Emen could make out fingers, then arms, then a pair of unnaturally thin legs, and then more legs than Emen would want to count. 'Spider? Large, giant, spider?' His mind concluded, before seeing the shadow's pair of arms produce some kind of object. It was thin, possibly a polearm. Emen ceased deducing and started running when the shadow raised it's arms, poised to strike. He was sure that the horror behind him had an intent to kill.

Fight or flight instincts overcame him. He wasn't sure if he could outrun the thing, but Emen was going to try, rather than stay back and die a horrible death. He abandoned all notions of stealth, running down the stone halls, further and further away from the light. There were two things Emen concluded while running. Whatever it was, it was covered in chitin and knew how to use tools. Giant intelligent monster spiders came to mind, and that thought encouraged him to pick up the pace. "It's okay!" He told himself between deep breaths, trying to keep up a steady pace. "It's okay, just have to keep, keep going, further, into the..." Emen trailed off, realizing he likely went deeper into the creature's home. He didn't realize how utterly blind he would be in these tunnels, the human wasn't trying to remember any turns he would make or anything.

His estimated chances fell the more he thought about it. The monster had an exoskeletal structure and he was naked. Emen did not like his odds when it cornered him, or the bloody scene he had in his mind. "No, not when, if. If it finds me. That mode of thinking doesn't help."
 
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Between his frantic pace and the growing pitch black, he sees it nearly too late. In fact it's only his heightened fear, making him recoil from movement, that slows him down before he meets the onrushing wall.

What should have been a head-splitting blow becomes only a full-body impact into solid stone, combining with his frantic breaths to utterly wind him as he scrambles to try and stand again. It takes forever for him to try and figure out where anything is: there's barely any light any more, the sunlight from the far off entrance now less a square and more a hopeless prick of light, only the utter straightness of the corridor letting it even reach him here, barely tracing the stone corners around him. The corridor had ended - no, not ended, his mind stopping his panic just in time - but splitting into a T. Both ways lead into darkness, one slanting slight down, one slightly up, though it takes him a few moments to realize that this the angles are caused by the corridors and not his splitting head. But one way, the way up, has a slight, red glow coming from a little way along.

Whether the glow looks warm and inviting, or dark and ominous, he has little time to decide. He starts to hear things above his own wheezing breath and ringing head. The now familiar hissing of steam in the walls, a distant, rhythmic ringing of metal on metal, coming from the direction of the red glow. A scurrying in the roof, drawing closer, stopping a few meters above him, where his eyes can just make out a square of blacker darkness in the roof. A hole, out of which two, black hands curl their fingers to touch the roof.
 
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The second time he hit his head today, Emen let his frustrations out much more clearly. "Damnit! No, still gotta, gotta go..." The impact sent him to the ground, and the human scrambled to stand back up, his heavy breathing was deafening compared to his footsteps. Athletics was something the man did not practice regularly, and he was tiring out quick.

Emen was naturally attracted to the beacon upstairs. 'Upstairs? No, wait.', the impact was still influencing him. After a second of staring at the two, and feeling the stone to double check, he knew this was simply a fork in the road. One dark, one bright, and the mechanical noises from the source of light was enticing. It told him of a promise of technology, compared to possibly finding nothing but black and dead in the other passage.

His idle thinking would be the death of him. Emen heard odd noises in the ceiling, almost like scraping, but he couldn't place him. Reality hit once he could make out a pair of hands emerging from where the crawling ended. The stalker was back, likely using a side path of sorts. That encouraged him more than enough to choose his path, and Emen bolted towards the source of the light.
 
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The source of light isn't far away, and before he knows he's close enough to see the source: a doorless, stone doorframe, leading to a room full of clanking, hissing, roaring noise and burning gold light. With the sound of something scurrying in the roof racing behind him, entering isn't so much of a choice, as a reflex.

The room inside is large, warmly lit, very hot and full of noise. Machinery covers the walls, solid bronze pipes entering and leaving the stone, spreading out like a spider's web from a large, central, iron pipe, reaching down into the top of a massive clay furnace. The furnace is the source of the light, all blasting out of a visible tray filled with red-hot stones, all baking with a nearly tangible heat. A sudden explosion of steam makes him turn right, seeing a work-bench, working itself - a gout of steam rising off of a red-hot bar, on which a heavy mallet slams a ringing note, rising up as another hammer rings its own note from the other side. Both hammers are working themselves, revolving back and forth on sturdy, geared hinges, themselves moving on greased bars that draw them very slowly along the length of the red hot bar they beat, slowly hammering it out all the way along. Beneath the bench a large, ticking gear clicks to a stop, and both hammers freeze, and a vent opens in the roof above, a gout of water falling on the blade and exploding in steam, no sooner cleared than the large gear below whirs back, resumes its ticking as the hammers above resume their own, distracting work.

He remembers he's meant to be running. Or at least hiding. The room presents many avenues for this - the self-hammering work bench and other stone benches to the right offering the added cover of sound and steam, the large bronze tanks amidst a network of pipes to the left offering more conventional cover, and the furnace ahead offering a very large mass to hide behind, if he can handle the heat. Whatever he chooses, the sound of scurrying seems to get suddenly louder, no longer muffled by stone as whatever was behind him is heard scratching out a landing in the corridor outside, then scurrying along the floor towards the one, and only doorway.
 
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He was standing in a technological marvel, a self-automated forge and smithy that made him forget he was being hunted. The industrial potential here left his mouth open in amazement. Emen saw wonders done with so little materials. The ingenuity was astounding, before his eyes he saw a unassuming metal bar transformed and hammered into a sword. He had to know who built this. The human would have stayed there for hours simply trying to figure out how it all worked. Remembering what brought him here in the first place snapped him out of the forge's hypnotic trance. "Right, imminent death, no pressure." Emen muttered, trying to console himself as he delved further into the smithy, only to find nothing but dead ends.

Heavy breathing resuming due to panic, the human began darting his head around, trying to find a suitable hiding place. There was no exit, no escape, so Emen had no choice but to take cover. His eyes fell upon the best candidate in mind, a furnace. There seemed to be enough space behind it to wedge himself in. It was very uncomfortable, but Emen would prefer this to death any day. He tried to take care not to touch the furnace directly as he slipped in behind it, lest he burn his hands on it.

'All I really need is to have bruises, scars, and burns before I die.' He thought to himself, holding his breath to reign in his heavy breathing and letting it out slow and quietly as he heard the familiar scurrying that heralded his death crawl closer and closer to the workshop. All Emen could do now, was wait, and pray.
 
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The heat from the furnace is like a wall blasting at his skin. Though it lessens greatly as he moves round past the exposed tray, it still washes over him, almost liquid, drowning his already sweat-drenched body in sickly heat. But his mind, doing everything it can to stay attached to an intact body, greatly lessens the pain of the heat, letting him focus on cramming himself into the nook between the furnace and the back wall, just in time.


The scurrying bursts into the room, and stops dead. A few, tense seconds later he flinches at a loud metal scrape, like a lever being turned and then locked with a ringing thud. The ringing of the hammers skips a beat, and stops, leaving only the constant hiss and low roaring of steam and fire, and a very deliberate silence. Not the silence of an empty room, but the loud, busy silence of someone, or something, listening.


"Krr'ee." A chirrup. No a voice. Sounding almost, sweet. A long pause follows, then:


"Krr'ee ka." The voice sounds again, definitely sweet, young, nearly human but for the strange sounds the voice measures out.


"Eblein ee'en ke. An ka." It sounds distinctly like words. And they are followed by another long pause, like the owner is waiting for a response, but very unsure if they will get one.


"Krr'ee ka."
 
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The heat that grazed his body was suffocating, but he stood and crouched, not intending on moving until he was sure the creature would give up, if it didn't find him.

The sound of multiple legs scurrying across the stone floors was becoming more familiar. It was in the room now, he could hear it. Emen was hoping the cover and the constant ringing of hammer on steel would cloak him from the beast. To his horror, hiding started to sound like a bad idea as the mechanical marvel began to grind to a halt.

This was a clear sign of intelligence, and it only made Emen worry even more. It shut off the forge, from the sound of it with the single pull of a lever. The insect knew how cause and effect worked, and this reinforced his theory of it using tools earlier. Now that the smithy was muted, all he could hear was the creature, speak?

The first two times the thing spoke, Emen expected a gravely, raspy voice, or some sort of hissing sound, if it could talk at all. Instead, the monster sounded, human, serene, sweet. The third time it called out, the unintelligible jargon almost sounded like a complete sentence. Did the stalker have it's own language? It could have been nothing more than akin to a bird call, but the possibilities were still there. This fascinated the human almost as much as the forge he was hiding in, Emen wanted to come out, to study, to learn, but paranoia kept him rooted on the spot, sweltering behind the inferno of a furnace.

'It's coaxing you...Stay, hidden. Stay, safe.'
 
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"Krr'eeeeee ka." The voice becomes almost sing-song, and he can hear it moving a little to one side, next heard moving back the other way: "Kr'eeeeee ka. Kr'ee ka ke", the last syllable taking on an angry tone, emphasised by a sudden clank of metal striking metal that makes him gasp. Or at least, makes him hear a gasp, from barely a foot to his left, behind the oven but on the other side of a thick iron pipe. His eyes finally beginning to adjust to the light, or at least to recognize an empty shadow from a full one, he makes out the silhouette of - a person? He can't really see it clearly, but now he listens, he can hear stifled, scared breathing coming from just the other side of the pipe.

The creature didn't seem to have noticed, too busy continuing its angry tone:

"Eblein ee'en, en eblein aa ke. An ka ke!"

An impatience silence follows, then: "Ke!"

He hears scurrying storming out of the room, hears it take a few steps in one direction, then a few in the other, as if deciding which way it's quarry had really gone, before starting off down the hallway.

The frightened breathing beside him hasn't lessened.
 
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The insect kept talking, in that sweet, young, almost human tone. He almost flinched when he heard something drop. Emen thought he gasped, giving away his position, but his mouth was still shut, dry from lack of use. No, that was someone else. It was talking to someone else in the room. Before he could think further on it, the one-way conversation came to a close, and the sound of chitin scraping stone trailed off.

It was gone.

Emen could hear the thing's legs move in the opposite direction. He did it! He managed to escape the creature, for the moment. The human didn't relax yet. It was obvious someone else was in the room. If that was an intelligent conversation, he deducted that the creature was arguing with something, or someone. The heavy breathing he heard not to far away didn't sound like it would leave the room as well. It was apparent he had to break the ice, see if this other person was friendly. A prisoner perhaps? Maybe this monster could be reasoned with.

'Too much thought, not enough action.' He berated, beginning to creep back out of his hole, one step at a time. He was careful, cautious, but curious as well. Emen did not intend to stop until he caught a glimpse of whoever else was in here.
 
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He spends a long time edging forward, carefully waiting to see someone. So long in fact that before he notices he's nearly before the furnace, with a view of the entire room, and still can't see anyone.

The scurrying can barely be heard from the open doorway, retreating into the middle distance, stopping and starting, as if darting from room to room in a futile search for him. But focussing his ears to hear that intermittent noise, he can also hear the comparatively loud sound of laboured, still frightened breathing, coming from behind the furnace - from the same space he was hiding, but on the other side of the large iron pipe that loops from the top of the furnace, through the web of bronze pipes, and back down into the floor behind the large clay structure. Separating his former hiding position, from the hiding position of the other person in the room, still breathing loudly, whimpering softly.
 
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It took him a few steps and seconds of listening intently to estimate were the mystery person was on. Directly across from him, on the other side of the machinery attached to the furnace, was his target. It still sounded like it was in panic, trying to calm itself down. The insect simply berated whoever this was, then walked off. Again, a possible sign of intelligence.

Emen didn't want to corner the person, else it would feel threatened. He stopped his movements, and considered what the most non-hostile thing he could do without giving himself away. It took a few seconds, but he began walking back into his own hiding place, then silently opened his mouth to speak up, trying to think of the right words. The pros seemed to outweigh the cons if he attempted to communicate. This unknown factor could just be another human, or it could be another eldritch horror for all he knew, but he was tired of running.

He was still running in the dark here, and had to learn something about what happened to him and where he was if he would get out of here.

"Hello?" Emen softly whispered, careful not to let his voice leave the room, but loud enough so it would at least overcome the deep breaths the other person was making.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I don't know where I am. Hello?"
 
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The breathing stops, and stays stopped for what seems like too long. Then, very softly:

"Krr'ee ka." The same words as before, but said now in a voice soft, timid, and very quiet.
 
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'Great, not a lick of English...' Although, from the sound of it, it seemed it was almost as scared of him as he was scared of it, if not more. This could help him.

If those were words, it sounded like the same ones that could have come from the creature. Did they share a dialect? He had to keep trying to communicate, to convince whoever it was he meant no harm.

"Hello?" Emen spoke up again, opening up with the same word as before. It was possible this unidentified person was having the same thoughts about him as he did for it. Was it intelligent? Did it mean me harm? Could it help me?

"Listen, I need help, okay? I don't know where I am, alright?" His words were slow, dragging out certain syllables to try and get the point across to the mystery person that he was sentient, and not randomly making noises.

"Hello? Still there? I'm going to start walking okay." He had to trust this person. There was a possibility it could still kill him, but knowing that there was a giant bug or spider scouring the area was depriving him of options. He began taking a few steps forward, and the human tried to make sure that they were pronounced, loud, to tell whoever was in the room where he was and what he was doing.

"I need help, okay? But if it turns out you want to kill me, well, I guess that's it for me. Just stay there." He had to see this person now. Emen began walking around the furnace again, not intending on stopping until he saw what exactly he was talking to.
 
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His slow progress around the curved wall of clay is suddenly rewarded by a sight of pale skin. Very pale, so pale that even in the shadowed nook it still almost glows a pearly white, in the form of two arms and a visible band of stomach. The space in between is darkened by what he assumes to be clothes, but exactly what kind becomes of lesser concern to the form of the pale body he can see. It's not broad-shouldered in the conventional sense - in fact the owner's frame is really quite slender. But every muscle of the stomach, forearms and especially the shoulders is very, very clearly defined, to the point that when they flex, other muscles have to make room.

And flex they do, as the figure's defined, shaking arms hold a scorched hammer forward, easily holding the heavy weight up as a last line of defense between Emen, and a terrified eye. One, red-pupilled eye, doubly wide given it spans the full width of a white, feminine face, the young features of which seem entirely out of place amidst the surrounding sweat-lined soot, and the definition of the curved jawline and neck, all framed by two curves of short, straight white hair, the ends stained black by soot.

Amidst the monochrome features, the red eye blinks as it darts over his own form, then rises to shake between his own eyes. A pair of white lips part, as she breaths in sharply, and still trembling she holds the hammer out further towards him as if it weighs nothing at all.

"Ke," she gasps, "Kr'aa en ke!"
 
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His eyes were still adapting to the light level here, but Emen could make out a humanoid figure. Tall, clothed, muscle tone, these were the first words that went through his head. The humanoid was unnaturally pale to him however, the skin tone almost looked bone-white to him. What caught his eyes next was the huge blunt weapon it was holding out in it's hands. The sight of that subconsciously told him to step back. As he examined the figure's face, the things that surprised him the most were two things. One, this thing, whatever it was, was female. And two, he didn't think it was human, because it only possessed one central eye.

"Whoa I-I don't mean any harm, okay? I'm backing away slowly." His calm voice tone was hiding his true thoughts on the matter. 'One eye, ONE EYE! Where the hell am I and who is this!?'

He thought he sensed aggression from the creature. Emen's eyes were on the hammer the entire time. The human male was backing away instantly, slowly, with his hands up, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

"N-no need for that. Just, just stay quiet, show me the way out or... or some kind of help."
 
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As he backs away, the pale girl's muscles start to loosen, easing their trembling. Though the hammer stays firmly pointed at him, her tone is much more relaxed, letting him hear her timid, soft voice as she repeats:

"Kr'aa en," no longer a command, more a confirmation. She stares at him now, taking in his retreating form, repeatedly scanning him, as if looking for more limbs or a tail or wings or something more than she sees. She doesn't find it, and, more gently, says:

"Aa ka."

She looks into his face then, no longer speaking but just patiently staring, as if waiting for a response.
 
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Emen could sense that aggression begin to fade. Seeing that large eye examine every part of his entire body left him blushing slightly. He kept up the conversation, trying to keep his mind off of the fact he had absolutely nothing to cover himself.

"Okay good, that's, that's a good sign. We're all friends here." The human male paused. Even though it seemed they couldn't understand eachother at all, she didn't seem as threatened by him anymore. He saw that as a good sign. The human was trying to think of the next thing to signify that he was sentient and meant no harm.

"Alright uhh. My name is Emen. Okay? No, that won't work." He brought both of his hands out, slowly to not make sudden movements, only to bring them back at himself pointing at his chest. "Emen." The human paused, letting the word sink in before repeating the gesture. "Em-en." He waited a few more seconds before performing it one more time. "Emen."

"Now, your name..." He whispered. The human pointed his fingers to the female creature, hoping the message got across.
 
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Her red eye narrows, staring at his mouth as he speaks, darting around his lips as if trying to sift through a swarm of movement for a single, coherent dance. When he first says "Emen," her gaze narrows further. When he says it a second time, her white lips part, moving repeatedly as if trying to feel the sounds. The third time he says it, his voice is followed swiftly by:

"Eh-Ehm'nen. Ehm'nen," she concludes with a little, confident smile, pointing the hammer at him as if to indicate: "Ehm'nen aa."

When he points towards her she flinches, pulling the hammer back a moment, then loosens her grip, and after only a slight hesitation, answers, voice small and at first very unsure:

"Elid." She points the hammer towards herself, "Elid aa."
 
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Emen visibly winced seeing the hammer move up again, but let out a sigh of relief when the cyclops pointed it to herself, uttering what hopefully was her own name. When he noticed the humanoid smiling, testing the pronunciation of Emen's name, he couldn't help but smile back slightly. This was progress. "Elid? Elid..." He repeated the name to himself, trying to pronounce it himself.

"Alright good, so." He paused, pointing a finger to him. "Emen." Slowly, he turned it to point at the female. "Elid."
 
RE: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) gender-transformation monster-girl story

"Aa ke!" She almost jumps with excitement, defined forearms together in an image of almost childlike accomplishment as she happily points the hammer between them: "Emnen aa, Elid aa. Emnen Elid aa. Ke!" Part of him thinks she may hug him.

She seems to remember herself, and returns to keeping the hammer held dividing them. But there is clearly no conviction left behind the threat. She even steps forward a little, though hugs the wall of the furnace as she moves one inch at a time out of her shadowed alcove and into the room, letting him see of the details that make up her. As she moves he hears an almost fluid creaking, and sees the warm light of the room reflected off the texture of thick, scorched leather, forming a simple top and kilt, adorned with the same simple bronze fittings that do up her covered sandles. Everywhere that isn't covered, which is her limbs and much of her torso, flows into her pearly white skin. But the skin's reflection of the rooms light is broken in places, and not by the film of soot-blackened sweat that inks out the definition of her shoulders and arms, but by the splotches of pink that discolour them, roughly reflecting the light, looking freshly raw, especially on the tops of her forearms.

Though she doesn't seem to be paying it too much attention to pain or injury right now, as she keeps her gaze fixed on him, her sandles gently sifting over the stoon floor as she slowly moves around the oven, and around him, her head leaning to one side as as if a better view of him from side-on may explain what he is.

"Aaaa ka," she repeats in a tone of ponderous puzzlement. Her eye returns to his, seeing no sign of understanding. She straightens slightly, sighing: "An en ka." It seems like it should be a question, but her tone makes it sound more a confirmation of something she already knows. Her tone changes again, become higher:

"Kai ka." This time it sounds distinctly like an enquiry, especially given she then waits for a response. When she doesn't get one, she tries: "Ood pella Uulo?" Instantly her voice sounds so very different, still her young tone but forming such different noises to before, no longer clipped but fluid. Her voice takes on a wholly different tone again when she all but sings the flowing sharp line: "Arth Elna."

She repeats, each inquiry clearly said in turn and in their own tongue:

"Kai ka."

"Ood pella Uulo?"

"Arth Elna."

"Hue sp'eek Hen'glaish?"

The last is new, almost an afterthought, but sounds strangely familiar.
 
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