Why you walk off the walkway is unknown to anyone but you, really. Truly the broken railing was not an invitation, yet here you are, face first in what you thought was a tank of water, but appears to truly be slime. Slime which is now spreading up your body, even as you try to tug it away.
As though realizing what you’re trying to do, the first thing to go is your hands, changing to admittedly familiar looking claws. You try to tear your legs free, as clumsily as you can with your smaller claws, but inside your mind you already know it’s too late. You are becoming one of the beasts within this place, with no hope of escape.
As though realizing what you’re trying to do, the first thing to go is your hands, changing to admittedly familiar looking claws. You try to tear your legs free, as clumsily as you can with your smaller claws, but inside your mind you already know it’s too late. You are becoming one of the beasts within this place, with no hope of escape.
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Also, beautiful art as always