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- Colossal in the truest sense of the word, the Prisoner from the Emerald Cave virtually filled its confines. The top of its head – or what passed for a head – almost scraped the top of the cavern, and its corpulent bulk spilled nearly to each wall. Its mottled blubber bubbled and pulsed, a sheen of stagnant moisture, like toxic sweat, reflecting the green light of the glowing gems embedded in the walls. Smaller versions of itself detached from its hide, bursting free from pustules in a shower of stinking fluid. Some would be immediately subsumed back into the whole, while others would squabble and fight, trying to catch the attention and favour of their progenitor. Others would become food, the host growing fat tentacles and scooping them up, dropping them into maws it could form at will.
- Chapter Fifteen
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