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Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story The source of light isn't far away, and before he knows he's close enough to see the source a doorless, stone doorframe, leading to a room full of clanking, hissing, roaring noise and burning gold light. With the sound of something scurrying in the roof racing behind him, entering isn't so much of a choice, as a reflex. The room inside is large, warmly lit, very hot and full of noise. Machinery covers the walls, solid bronze pipes entering and leaving the stone, spreading out like a spider's web from a large, central, iron pipe, reaching down into the top of a massive clay furnace. The furnace is the source of the light, all blasting out of a visible tray filled with red-hot stones, all baking with a nearly tangible heat. A sudden explosion of steam makes him turn right, seeing a work-bench, working itself - a gout of steam rising off of a red-hot bar, on which a heavy mallet slams a ringing note, rising up as another hammer rings its own note from the other side. Both hammers are working themselves, revolving back and forth on sturdy, geared hinges, themselves moving on greased bars that draw them very slowly along the length of the red hot bar they beat, slowly hammering it out all the way along. Beneath the bench a large, ticking gear clicks to a stop, and both hammers freeze, and a vent opens in the roof above, a gout of water falling on the blade and exploding in steam, no sooner cleared than the large gear below whirs back, resumes its ticking as the hammers above resume their own, distracting work. He remembers he's meant to be running. Or at least hiding. The room presents many avenues for this - the self-hammering work bench and other stone benches to the right offering the added cover of sound and steam, the large bronze tanks amidst a network of pipes to the left offering more conventional cover, and the furnace ahead offering a very large mass to hide behind, if he can handle the heat. Whatever he chooses, the sound of scurrying seems to get suddenly louder, no longer muffled by stone as whatever was behind him is heard scratching out a landing in the corridor outside, then scurrying along the floor towards the one, and only doorway.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation, monster-girl story He was standing in a technological marvel, a self-automated forge and smithy that made him forget he was being hunted. The industrial potential here left his mouth open in amazement. Emen saw wonders done with so little materials. The ingenuity was astounding, before his eyes he saw a unassuming metal bar transformed and hammered into a sword. He had to know who built this. The human would have stayed there for hours simply trying to figure out how it all worked. Remembering what brought him here in the first place snapped him out of the forge's hypnotic trance. Right, imminent death, no pressure. Emen muttered, trying to console himself as he delved further into the smithy, only to find nothing but dead ends. Heavy breathing resuming due to panic, the human began darting his head around, trying to find a suitable hiding place. There was no exit, no escape, so Emen had no choice but to take cover. His eyes fell upon the best candidate in mind, a furnace. There seemed to be enough space behind it to wedge himself in. It was very uncomfortable, but Emen would prefer this to death any day. He tried to take care not to touch the furnace directly as he slipped in behind it, lest he burn his hands on it. 'All I really need is to have bruises, scars, and burns before I die.' He thought to himself, holding his breath to reign in his heavy breathing and letting it out slow and quietly as he heard the familiar scurrying that heralded his death crawl closer and closer to the workshop. All Emen could do now, was wait, and pray.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation, monster-girl story The heat from the furnace is like a wall blasting at his skin. Though it lessens greatly as he moves round past the exposed tray, it still washes over him, almost liquid, drowning his already sweat-drenched body in sickly heat. But his mind, doing everything it can to stay attached to an intact body, greatly lessens the pain of the heat, letting him focus on cramming himself into the nook between the furnace and the back wall, just in time. The scurrying bursts into the room, and stops dead. A few, tense seconds later he flinches at a loud metal scrape, like a lever being turned and then locked with a ringing thud. The ringing of the hammers skips a beat, and stops, leaving only the constant hiss and low roaring of steam and fire, and a very deliberate silence. Not the silence of an empty room, but the loud, busy silence of someone, or something, listening. Krr'ee. A chirrup. No a voice. Sounding almost, sweet. A long pause follows, then Krr'ee ka. The voice sounds again, definitely sweet, young, nearly human but for the strange sounds the voice measures out. Eblein ee'en ke. An ka. It sounds distinctly like words. And they are followed by another long pause, like the owner is waiting for a response, but very unsure if they will get one. Krr'ee ka.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story The heat that grazed his body was suffocating, but he stood and crouched, not intending on moving until he was sure the creature would give up, if it didn't find him. The sound of multiple legs scurrying across the stone floors was becoming more familiar. It was in the room now, he could hear it. Emen was hoping the cover and the constant ringing of hammer on steel would cloak him from the beast. To his horror, hiding started to sound like a bad idea as the mechanical marvel began to grind to a halt. This was a clear sign of intelligence, and it only made Emen worry even more. It shut off the forge, from the sound of it with the single pull of a lever. The insect knew how cause and effect worked, and this reinforced his theory of it using tools earlier. Now that the smithy was muted, all he could hear was the creature, speak? The first two times the thing spoke, Emen expected a gravely, raspy voice, or some sort of hissing sound, if it could talk at all. Instead, the monster sounded, human, serene, sweet. The third time it called out, the unintelligible jargon almost sounded like a complete sentence. Did the stalker have it's own language? It could have been nothing more than akin to a bird call, but the possibilities were still there. This fascinated the human almost as much as the forge he was hiding in, Emen wanted to come out, to study, to learn, but paranoia kept him rooted on the spot, sweltering behind the inferno of a furnace. 'It's coaxing you...Stay, hidden. Stay, safe.'
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story Krr'eeeeee ka. The voice becomes almost sing-song, and he can hear it moving a little to one side, next heard moving back the other way Kr'eeeeee ka. Kr'ee ka ke , the last syllable taking on an angry tone, emphasised by a sudden clank of metal striking metal that makes him gasp. Or at least, makes him hear a gasp, from barely a foot to his left, behind the oven but on the other side of a thick iron pipe. His eyes finally beginning to adjust to the light, or at least to recognize an empty shadow from a full one, he makes out the silhouette of - a person? He can't really see it clearly, but now he listens, he can hear stifled, scared breathing coming from just the other side of the pipe. The creature didn't seem to have noticed, too busy continuing its angry tone Eblein ee'en, en eblein aa ke. An ka ke! An impatience silence follows, then Ke! He hears scurrying storming out of the room, hears it take a few steps in one direction, then a few in the other, as if deciding which way it's quarry had really gone, before starting off down the hallway. The frightened breathing beside him hasn't lessened.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story The insect kept talking, in that sweet, young, almost human tone. He almost flinched when he heard something drop. Emen thought he gasped, giving away his position, but his mouth was still shut, dry from lack of use. No, that was someone else. It was talking to someone else in the room. Before he could think further on it, the one-way conversation came to a close, and the sound of chitin scraping stone trailed off. It was gone. Emen could hear the thing 's legs move in the opposite direction. He did it! He managed to escape the creature, for the moment. The human didn't relax yet. It was obvious someone else was in the room. If that was an intelligent conversation, he deducted that the creature was arguing with something, or someone. The heavy breathing he heard not to far away didn't sound like it would leave the room as well. It was apparent he had to break the ice, see if this other person was friendly. A prisoner perhaps? Maybe this monster could be reasoned with. 'Too much thought, not enough action.' He berated, beginning to creep back out of his hole, one step at a time. He was careful, cautious, but curious as well. Emen did not intend to stop until he caught a glimpse of whoever else was in here.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story He spends a long time edging forward, carefully waiting to see someone. So long in fact that before he notices he's nearly before the furnace, with a view of the entire room, and still can't see anyone. The scurrying can barely be heard from the open doorway, retreating into the middle distance, stopping and starting, as if darting from room to room in a futile search for him. But focussing his ears to hear that intermittent noise, he can also hear the comparatively loud sound of laboured, still frightened breathing, coming from behind the furnace - from the same space he was hiding, but on the other side of the large iron pipe that loops from the top of the furnace, through the web of bronze pipes, and back down into the floor behind the large clay structure. Separating his former hiding position, from the hiding position of the other person in the room, still breathing loudly, whimpering softly.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story It took him a few steps and seconds of listening intently to estimate were the mystery person was on. Directly across from him, on the other side of the machinery attached to the furnace, was his target. It still sounded like it was in panic, trying to calm itself down. The insect simply berated whoever this was, then walked off. Again, a possible sign of intelligence. Emen didn't want to corner the person, else it would feel threatened. He stopped his movements, and considered what the most non-hostile thing he could do without giving himself away. It took a few seconds, but he began walking back into his own hiding place, then silently opened his mouth to speak up, trying to think of the right words. The pros seemed to outweigh the cons if he attempted to communicate. This unknown factor could just be another human, or it could be another eldritch horror for all he knew, but he was tired of running. He was still running in the dark here, and had to learn something about what happened to him and where he was if he would get out of here. Hello? Emen softly whispered, careful not to let his voice leave the room, but loud enough so it would at least overcome the deep breaths the other person was making. Hello? Is anyone there? I don't know where I am. Hello?
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story The breathing stops, and stays stopped for what seems like too long. Then, very softly Krr'ee ka. The same words as before, but said now in a voice soft, timid, and very quiet.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story 'Great, not a lick of English...' Although, from the sound of it, it seemed it was almost as scared of him as he was scared of it, if not more. This could help him. If those were words, it sounded like the same ones that could have come from the creature. Did they share a dialect? He had to keep trying to communicate, to convince whoever it was he meant no harm. Hello? Emen spoke up again, opening up with the same word as before. It was possible this unidentified person was having the same thoughts about him as he did for it. Was it intelligent? Did it mean me harm? Could it help me? Listen, I need help, okay? I don't know where I am, alright? His words were slow, dragging out certain syllables to try and get the point across to the mystery person that he was sentient, and not randomly making noises. Hello? Still there? I'm going to start walking okay. He had to trust this person. There was a possibility it could still kill him, but knowing that there was a giant bug or spider scouring the area was depriving him of options. He began taking a few steps forward, and the human tried to make sure that they were pronounced, loud, to tell whoever was in the room where he was and what he was doing. I need help, okay? But if it turns out you want to kill me, well, I guess that's it for me. Just stay there. He had to see this person now. Emen began walking around the furnace again, not intending on stopping until he saw what exactly he was talking to.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story His slow progress around the curved wall of clay is suddenly rewarded by a sight of pale skin. Very pale, so pale that even in the shadowed nook it still almost glows a pearly white, in the form of two arms and a visible band of stomach. The space in between is darkened by what he assumes to be clothes, but exactly what kind becomes of lesser concern to the form of the pale body he can see. It's not broad-shouldered in the conventional sense - in fact the owner's frame is really quite slender. But every muscle of the stomach, forearms and especially the shoulders is very, very clearly defined, to the point that when they flex, other muscles have to make room. And flex they do, as the figure's defined, shaking arms hold a scorched hammer forward, easily holding the heavy weight up as a last line of defense between Emen, and a terrified eye. One , red-pupilled eye, doubly wide given it spans the full width of a white, feminine face, the young features of which seem entirely out of place amidst the surrounding sweat-lined soot, and the definition of the curved jawline and neck, all framed by two curves of short, straight white hair, the ends stained black by soot. Amidst the monochrome features, the red eye blinks as it darts over his own form, then rises to shake between his own eyes. A pair of white lips part, as she breaths in sharply, and still trembling she holds the hammer out further towards him as if it weighs nothing at all. Ke, she gasps, Kr'aa en ke!
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story His eyes were still adapting to the light level here, but Emen could make out a humanoid figure. Tall, clothed, muscle tone, these were the first words that went through his head. The humanoid was unnaturally pale to him however, the skin tone almost looked bone-white to him. What caught his eyes next was the huge blunt weapon it was holding out in it's hands. The sight of that subconsciously told him to step back. As he examined the figure's face, the things that surprised him the most were two things. One, this thing, whatever it was, was female. And two, he didn't think it was human, because it only possessed one central eye. Whoa I-I don't mean any harm, okay? I'm backing away slowly. His calm voice tone was hiding his true thoughts on the matter. 'One eye, ONE EYE! Where the hell am I and who is this!?' He thought he sensed aggression from the creature. Emen's eyes were on the hammer the entire time. The human male was backing away instantly, slowly, with his hands up, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. N-no need for that. Just, just stay quiet, show me the way out or... or some kind of help.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story As he backs away, the pale girl's muscles start to loosen, easing their trembling. Though the hammer stays firmly pointed at him, her tone is much more relaxed, letting him hear her timid, soft voice as she repeats Kr'aa en, no longer a command, more a confirmation. She stares at him now, taking in his retreating form, repeatedly scanning him, as if looking for more limbs or a tail or wings or something more than she sees. She doesn't find it, and, more gently, says Aa ka. She looks into his face then, no longer speaking but just patiently staring, as if waiting for a response.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story Emen could sense that aggression begin to fade. Seeing that large eye examine every part of his entire body left him blushing slightly. He kept up the conversation, trying to keep his mind off of the fact he had absolutely nothing to cover himself. Okay good, that's, that's a good sign. We're all friends here. The human male paused. Even though it seemed they couldn't understand eachother at all, she didn't seem as threatened by him anymore. He saw that as a good sign. The human was trying to think of the next thing to signify that he was sentient and meant no harm. Alright uhh. My name is Emen. Okay? No, that won't work. He brought both of his hands out, slowly to not make sudden movements, only to bring them back at himself pointing at his chest. Emen. The human paused, letting the word sink in before repeating the gesture. Em-en. He waited a few more seconds before performing it one more time. Emen. Now, your name... He whispered. The human pointed his fingers to the female creature, hoping the message got across.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story Her red eye narrows, staring at his mouth as he speaks, darting around his lips as if trying to sift through a swarm of movement for a single, coherent dance. When he first says Emen, her gaze narrows further. When he says it a second time, her white lips part, moving repeatedly as if trying to feel the sounds. The third time he says it, his voice is followed swiftly by Eh-Ehm'nen. Ehm'nen, she concludes with a little, confident smile, pointing the hammer at him as if to indicate Ehm'nen aa. When he points towards her she flinches, pulling the hammer back a moment, then loosens her grip, and after only a slight hesitation, answers, voice small and at first very unsure Elid. She points the hammer towards herself, Elid aa.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story Emen visibly winced seeing the hammer move up again, but let out a sigh of relief when the cyclops pointed it to herself, uttering what hopefully was her own name. When he noticed the humanoid smiling, testing the pronunciation of Emen's name, he couldn't help but smile back slightly. This was progress. Elid? Elid... He repeated the name to himself, trying to pronounce it himself. Alright good, so. He paused, pointing a finger to him. Emen. Slowly, he turned it to point at the female. Elid.
Thread: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) [gender-transformation, monster-girl, story]

RE Monster Island Hapto x 49placeholder gender-transformation monster-girl story Aa ke! She almost jumps with excitement, defined forearms together in an image of almost childlike accomplishment as she happily points the hammer between them Emnen aa, Elid aa. Emnen Elid aa. Ke! Part of him thinks she may hug him. She seems to remember herself, and returns to keeping the hammer held dividing them. But there is clearly no conviction left behind the threat. She even steps forward a little, though hugs the wall of the furnace as she moves one inch at a time out of her shadowed alcove and into the room, letting him see of the details that make up her. As she moves he hears an almost fluid creaking, and sees the warm light of the room reflected off the texture of thick, scorched leather, forming a simple top and kilt, adorned with the same simple bronze fittings that do up her covered sandles. Everywhere that isn't covered, which is her limbs and much of her torso, flows into her pearly white skin. But the skin's reflection of the rooms light is broken in places, and not by the film of soot-blackened sweat that inks out the definition of her shoulders and arms, but by the splotches of pink that discolour them, roughly reflecting the light, looking freshly raw, especially on the tops of her forearms. Though she doesn't seem to be paying it too much attention to pain or injury right now, as she keeps her gaze fixed on him, her sandles gently sifting over the stoon floor as she slowly moves around the oven, and around him, her head leaning to one side as as if a better view of him from side-on may explain what he is. Aaaa ka, she repeats in a tone of ponderous puzzlement. Her eye returns to his, seeing no sign of understanding. She straightens slightly, sighing An en ka. It seems like it should be a question, but her tone makes it sound more a confirmation of something she already knows. Her tone changes again, become higher Kai ka. This time it sounds distinctly like an enquiry, especially given she then waits for a response. When she doesn't get one, she tries Ood pella Uulo? Instantly her voice sounds so very different, still her young tone but forming such different noises to before, no longer clipped but fluid. Her voice takes on a wholly different tone again when she all but sings the flowing sharp line Arth Elna. She repeats, each inquiry clearly said in turn and in their own tongue Kai ka. Ood pella Uulo? Arth Elna. Hue sp'eek Hen'glaish? The last is new, almost an afterthought, but sounds strangely familiar.