imagine being able to create things with a wave of a paw... fish does this all the time. playing god is one of her preferred pastimes when she isn't following people around in camouflage or trying to make friends. yes, fish has created massive towns at the bottom of the swampy waters, outfitted with markets and residential areas created from trash and debris all for the entertainment of her fishy (and reptilian) friends. several hundred years have passed since fish's soul was trapped in the body of a terrifying water spirit, which means that her largest underwater town has been under intense construction. she has recruited some of the local crocodiles to assist in protecting her creation from outsiders in return for not eating them and their family. crocodile tastes a lot like chicken. but this is all fake--a long, drawn out game of building sandcastles. fish is not a god. she is just a restless soul with an affinity for mud and water.
tainted water spills off of fish's muscular, stream-lined figure in miniature streams, her double eyelids blinking away any debris from around her eyes as she emerges from the muck and the gloom. a massive catfish is clamped between her powerful jaws, squirming momentarily before she increases the pressure and a sickening squelch can be heard as she delivers the fatal wound. the fish is nearly as large as fish's skull, and yet the beast seems to scarf it down in two to three bites. mentally, she is still a child, but her body continues to grow. now, she is the size of a large timber wolf. it will not be much longer before she surpasses a bear, and perhaps even a draft horse. growing monsters require a lot of food and exercise. with the food problem covered for the next couple hours, fish now decides to get some exercise. and by exercise, she means patrolling the border and harassing newcomers.
in spite of her large size, the scaly water beast maneuvers the tangled vines and muddy terrain with ease. sometimes, when she is too lazy to walk around something, she become intangible and ghosts right through a copse of trees. several minutes (or possibly hours--she does not possess a good understanding of time) pass before the scent of a stranger tickles her olfactory senses. nostrils (and gills) flare with excitement, and soon the giant monster puppy is moving at breakneck speed through the swamp to greet the unknown person. fish skids to a halt just before barreling into the lioness, her scales dancing in a dizzying flurry of colors as her natural camouflage attempts to keep up with her wild pace. eventually, the browns and the greens and the golds fade to an iridescent black; like a personified pool of oil. "hello, hello," she greets with a smile, flashing impossibly sharp teeth--some sort of mixture between a crocodile, shark, and a terrifying hell beast. "what brings you to my swamp, friend?"
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