Teeth + Tentacles

He ran and I struggled to keep hold. His shell was tougher than I would have thought, and it was a lot slicker than a horse’s skin would have been. I was forced to send tentacles sprouting and surrounding its thorax to stay on.

It tried to grab at me, and it’s head turned around one hundred and eighty degrees and it bit into my face, crushing the scales that covered it and biting into the part of my body that I made to appear to be my head.

I held on, and even as I did, I sent hungry tendrils deeper and deeper into its flesh, devouring everything that it could even as the thing screamed.

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Moon