Pincher didn't know where he was. He had come to know the island for a while now and yet...he struggled to find any recollection in this murky conscious of him. The virus was not happy, its' vessel was rather weak due to the constant hunting he did at night as well as the constant work he did during the daylight. That was why it had coaxed the idea of Pincher to take on a larger body, one that rippled with sleek heavy muscles especially in the front legs of the jaguar. It was perhaps the reason why Pincher didn't know exactly why or how he had managed to shapeshift into the large form but felt more energized with it. The virus now was taking a slower time in overtaking the body but it could quickly overtake the demigod whenever it pleased except it knew that there were risks of being killed alongside Pincher if he went on an open massacre of all the crewmates. it needed to pick them off one by one and for now, the current being that the dark storm gray predator stalked around the vegetation, glowing venom green eyes wide and empty as if there was nothing behind them. He begun to salivate, neon green drool dripped down from the corners of his mouth as he would hide and halt when he drew too much attention. 

His figure was low to the ground, the jaguar accustomed to the jungle but this was the first time the virus had decided to take full control of Pincher and had difficulty as if he was a new car from a different era than it was used to. It had been a few million years since it had done this and it was eager to continue it's murderous intent in the future, overtaking and spreading. His long forked tongue flicked out in the air to catch the trace of rain in the air as he followed to jackal, grimacing when the pouring of rain decided to start. It didn't like rain, it made it feel weird. Pincher's pale nose wrinkled as it halted and noticed Papercutter head over to sit in the jungle temple. Was that inhabited? From the knowledge he absorbed from the mind of Pincher, there would be Soothsayers but the temple seemed empty. His tail twitched as the wildcat slipped into a cloak of invisibility, growing closer and closer until a cursed twig decided to snap beneath one of its paws. Fuck. He stiffened, frozen in his spot in the dark with its eyes locked onto or another male, hoping it had not noticed him despite the invisibility. The virus wasn't taking any chances and wasn't going to fail in attempting it's first kill.

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The virus didn't like fighting for it's prey. It wanted to be efficient. Quick. No wounds or that would weaken their grip on the bastard that the jaguar currently was. It's long forked tongue flicked out nervously as it appeared that the jackal had sniffed the air, the drenched mixture of rainwater and the rotting scent of fish coming from the odd glowing toxic liquid that dripped from the gills of Pincher. Who's there? The glazed wide empty eyes of Pincher narrowed to slit as the demigod did not respond, didn't believe that they needed to as they slowly lowered themselves to the drenched ground, ignoring the mud that was beginning to cling to the edges of their fur that covered their snarling stomach. It tipped its head ever so slightly to the side as it noticed the jackal bare its teeth, the invisibility power now cloaking Pincher's towering broad-shouldered figure, blending into the darkness that surrounded the temple. Papercutter. A name. A connection. Was this why the being was hesitant to strike? The virus tugged at its reigns on the body, furiously demanding that they satisfy the hunger they craved. Food was essential and they craved the flesh of the crewmate.

Pincher noticed that Papercutter was staring straight in their direction, causing their foggy gaze to flicker around to see if anyone else was around. Nobody. Perfect. The controlled being began to stalk forward but suddenly teleported, using every power that the vessel held to win their prize. It attempted to teleport behind the coyote and flicker out of invisibility, a wicked toothy manical grin lacing their jaws as the wildcat suddenly lurched forward, teeth aiming to sink into the face of the jackal, one canine furiously attempting to bite off the eye of the male. Pincher's chest felt tight but they weren't sure why. Was it the tugging of Pincher trying to takeover? To stop it before anything else happened? They didn't know but they also didn't care. They needed to eat.

( aaa sorry this was late uwu )

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