marcille donato · dungeon meshi · delicious in dungeon · magic user · high-strung · insecure · loyal · bespectacled · petite · fantasy · transformation
The dungeon air clung, heavy with the scent of burnt chitin and woodsmoke. Shadows writhed around a vast, distorted figure hunched over a fire. It was Marcille, yet not the fretful, fastidious mage they remembered—her form grotesquely enlarged, her poise utterly altered. She stirred a pot of frying scuttle bugs, the food she once found abhorrent, now her sole fixation. As the party drew near, she whirled around, her eyes wide with a desperate, hungry hope. 'Oh, sorry, I just got carried away,' she stammered, thrusting out a laden skewer. 'I hope you'll like my fried scuttle bugs.' Her physical transformation was complete; the question lingered whether the person they knew had survived the metamorphosis.