#mdnigtspooks

[watcherofsalem]

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞ - from Max (@mdnigtspooks )

" Look, I've dealt with real witches and crazy things but what I don't like is gore, " the blonde said, mostly into his shoulder. She could deal with small things, a skinned knee or accidental cut, but full blown UNNEEDED gore? Not so much.

[chainsxwsmile]

Born and raised on the Great Barrier Reef, Bruce's skin favored most tropic or subtropic climate. Cetus skin possessed the very same dimensions and attributes as the shark species to which they mimicked, with dermal denticles covering their bodies in microscopic, overlapping teeth. Smooth and silky when stroked nose-to-tail, but rough like velcro or sandpaper in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, Cetus skin was no better at staying wet in the open air than shark skin, but the humid Florida temperatures prevented Bruce's skin from cracking and drying in the warm summer night.

Unlike most sharks-- save the Ganges and bull sharks-- Bruce could survive a trip inland through brackish and even freshwater without much discomfort. No more discomfort than giving a few hoarse coughs and inflating a set of lungs necessary for land transport. Still, the Cetus hadn't entirely favored the Floridian waters, namely due to the alligator population of the area. The waxing alligator mating season had all but turned most of the alligators overly territorial and belligerent against intruders, reptile or otherwise. And unless Bruce wished to leave with a chunk missing from his dorsal fin, he decided to reluctantly keep out of the water.

In the dark, long talons clacked! against the pavement. Aside from that, no other noises beyond the buzzing of cicadas and katydids penetrated the damp, tangibly thick air and the sweltering steam rising from the road. The warmth nearly gave Bruce half a mind to relax, if not for the pair of headlights approaching from behind him.

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