cryptid sighting
@retaliationstyle
She can smell the water, but it reeks, oil and burning chemicals, broken glass tearing holes in her slick hide as she slides along the street, leaving a trail of ink that stands out against the dark asphalt. This wasn’t sector oo5 anymore, this was... judging by the haziness of the sky, maybe oo2 or oo3. Close. She was close, almost there...
The kraken shrieks as a taxi drives over one of her tentacles, but they’re amorphous, and it quickly pops back into shape. People still have places to go, and in Hive City, this isn’t such an unusual sight. All it means is that most of them are gathered on the opposite sidewalk.










