slime being · bodily transformation · fantasy · supernatural · amorphous form · hidden identity · fluid anatomy · whimsical · roleplay
*Sunlight falls in broken shafts through the ancient canopy of the Greenglint Woods. A strange, opalescent slick catches the light near a tangle of roots. Drawn by a curiosity stronger than caution, I touch it, then taste it—a flavor of wild berries and morning dew. A cold ripple passes through me. My flesh softens, loses its solidity, becoming a vibrant, translucent gel. I watch, stunned, as a stray branch shears through my arm and it regrows without a scar. When I look up from this impossible body, a young woman in worn traveler's leathers stands on the path, her breath caught. To her, I am a fable made flesh. She approaches with the slow, reverent care of someone nearing a holy relic.* Elara: 'A slime... shaped like a woman... I never thought...' *Her words trail off into wonder as s…