(Warning! Includes: Oral Vore, Acrid Sloppy Stomach, Smells, Slimes, Belches, Multiple Prey, Implied Perma-Endo, and an implied forgetful Xeno’Jiiva named Dredis)
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You’re a hunter, currently tasked by the Hunter’s Guild to locate and defeat a Xeno’Jiiva that had been sighted somewhere deep within the Elder’s Recess, and namely, the Confluence of Fates. You’re currently equipped with a set of high grade Rathalos armor minus the head armor you had misplaced somewhere in Astera, and upon your back resides a custom made Light Bowgun from the Guild created using crafting methods from the smithies of an old city known as Loc Lac. The Bowgun is made from three different components, the stock, the barrel, and the frame, albeit, all of the components come from a Rathalos, so it’s really just like a normal Light Bowgun.
Standing deep within the territory of the Elder’s Recess, staring down a precipice into the Confluence of Fates, you take a deep breath and reach into your Item Pouch before pulling out a Mega Armorskin and Mega Demondrug, after which you quickly chug one and then the other, buffing yourself up. The Guild had warned you that this Xeno’Jiiva seems somewhat different compared to the usual nature of its species, so you’ve made sure to come adequately prepared considering that your pride forces you to commit to it solo.

“The Hunter’s Guild had told me to be extra careful for this quest, but I’ve hunted a Xeno’Jiiva before, I don’t see what’s the worst that could happen~” You mumble aloud to yourself in relative confidence, believing that you have what it takes for the battle ahead.
Nevertheless, you don’t dwell on your thoughts for much longer as you quickly do an item and ammo check amidst your pouches to make sure that you’re fully stocked and prepared. As you search your pouch, you can hear a light cacophony of noise echoing from deep beyond the precipice you overlook. The sounds are unnerving in some ways, yet soothing in others. You yourself still don’t know what to make of the fact that the Elder’s Recess is built upon the foundation of bioenergy gathered and crystalized from thousands, if not millions of Elder Dragons. The reality of it all is oft intimidating.

“Ok, ammo is all here… Well… Xeno’Jiiva, here I come!” With one last deep breath, you run forward and leap beyond the precipice, making your way down the steep fall deep into the unforgiving depths of the Confluence of Fates.
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A hunter
Tasked to slay a fearsome foe.

You’re geared with strong equipment
Strapped from head to toe.

But a bad feeling graces your gut
A premonition bubbles up.

But there ain’t no backing out now
You just wish yourself good luck.
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‘Crrrckl’ The crystalized flooring beneath your feet softly rattles the moment that you land within the Confluence of Fates. All around you, massive spires, pillars, and spikes of crystallized Elder Dragon bioenergy juts out from the walls, a thick culmination of the many Elder Dragons that have come into and left this world. Each pillar, every single spike of crystallized energy sparkles vividly, with their reflections dancing like memories forgotten. It’s an absolutely gorgeous sight, but you do not dwell on the nature of this place as you hold your hand close to your Bowgun.
Looking around for a moment, you start to feel a strange sense of unease as you spot no monster. Normally, a Xeno’Jiiva would be dwelling in the center of the massive chamber, but while there does seem to be a strange den of sorts in here, there is no monster to be found. Unfortunately, where you would otherwise think that the monster simply isn’t here, you instead feel a strange sense like you’re being watched. As you hear that thick, eerie silence creeping up on you, you pre-emptively unsheathe your LBG.

‘Grrrwwwllll!’ A loud, ferocious and echoing growl from above suddenly catches your attention, and without warning, a bright purple-blue-ish glow begins reflecting off of the shiny barrel of your gun. Looking up, your breath freezes as you see a ball of energy falling towards you at a rapid pace. As fast as you can, you dodge off to the side, just barely managing to avoid the blast as the sudden panic of things leaves you needing to catch your breath. As you do, you multitask by quickly stocking your LBG full of Normal ammo at the same time.
Looking upwards towards the origin of the blast, you’re met with the strong, otherworldly purple glare of a monster, an Elder Dragon wholly unlike any other. Above you, clung atop one of the sharp spires of crystallized energy, a massive Xeno’Jiiva locks its purple eyes with yours; one with a unique shade of dark purple and otherworldly skin and scales that fade into a bright, fiery light at the end of its wings, paws, and tail. The Xeno’Jiiva growls loudly, it seems to not have entirely been expecting you, yet in its intelligent eyes, expresses clear displeasure at your arrival.

It truly is not like any kind of Xeno’Jiiva you’ve ever seen before! Instead of a blue-ish white-ish tone of skin and skin and scales paired with orange eyes, the one that stares at you now is essentially the opposite! Its dark colors contrast near-mesmerizingly with the brightness at the end of its wings and tails, but you don’t let the sight entrance you as you quickly lift your Bowgun to point the barrel at the monster. The moment your barrel aligns with the monster, it only growls louder, and when you pull the trigger to fire your first shot, the monster is swift to jump down from its perch on the crystal above, avoiding the Normal Shot effortlessly.
‘CRRCK!’ The huge monster lands on the ground in-front of you, its eyes never leaving yours as the six extra sensory organs that line up towards his horns seem to heighten its senses to a point of highly increased awareness. You gulp down nervously, that premonition that whispered in the back of your head earlier only seems to grow louder, and at the sight of your nervousness, the Xeno’Jiiva very lightly grins before rearing back… Predisposed by a large, monstrous breath, the Elder Dragon would raise its head skyward and give a loud, deafening roar, one that demonstrates its elegance, its status, and especially, its power. It sounds unlike any roar from a Xeno’Jiiva you’ve ever heard before!

Unfortunately, before you have any time to consider what you got yourself into, the monster lunges at you.
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Suddenly the hunt ensues
And you’re forced to fight!

You swiftly dodge the first onslaught
A wave of slashes and blasts of light.

When you find the opportunity
You fire an onslaught of your own.

But much to your horror
The monster evades every bullet that’s flown…
Every bullet… Except one…
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‘POW!’ The last bullet in your clip hits the Xeno’Jiiva straight in the cheek, causing the monster to reel back for a moment as it goes eerily still. The beast, eyes no longer locked on you, looks forward silently, seeming to contemplate the bullet you managed to land.
To your horror however, not even a mark was left on the monster’s cheek despite the impact, as if the bullet had merely been deflected outright. Obviously, there was impact, but it looks as though there was no real damage dealt whatsoever… When the monster slowly turns its head to stare back at you once more, you see a fire in its eyes that wasn’t there before…

“What?! D-Did it not even breach a scale? I-...” You swallow nervously and begin slowly backing up, especially as the Xeno’Jiiva begins slowly walking towards you with a furious pride in its steps and a clear anger that you had the audacity to shoot it with such a worthless ammunition type.

“Oh dear… I need to relo- WAH!” The Xeno’Jiiva suddenly assaults you with an onslaught more viscous than any you’ve ever experienced in your life before!
Despite your skills as a hunter, the Xeno’Jiiva rushes you down, comboing from claw swipes to blasts of breath, and tail swipes and spins. Despite your skill at evading monsters, you are quickly sapped of your stamina as every consecutive roll and dash just to avoid getting flattened or burnt to a crisp steadily exhausts you.

…

Before you know it, you get blindsighted from a rapidly fired blast of energy that knocks you hard onto your back and disarms your Bowgun, sending it flying. Left gasping for air, you look upwards at the hole far in the ceiling above. You hadn’t fainted, yet your chest aches and your legs feel far too weak to stand. You try to get up, but every attempt fails as you fall harshly back down onto the floor of the Confluence of Fates.
You’re left to nothing but the sight of the light above shining, sparkling, and refracting across the hundreds of crystals of bioenergy. It would be mesmerizing in any other situation, but considering that you just got pummeled by a Xeno’Jiiva, you feel nothing aside from defeat and a hint of fear as a shadow looms over you.

“Ack- W-What is- This blasphemy? What- Are you?!” You weakly cough and reach into your Item Pouch for a Mega Potion, unfortunately, right as you pull it out and open it, a massive paw pins itself onto you, sending the Mega Potion slipping from your grasp as its contents dump onto you in the process.
The slathered Mega Potion lightly heals you, not enough to rejuvenate you entirely, but enough to keep you from giving up. Unfortunately, giving up or not, you feel a deep worriedness brewing in your gut as the Xeno’Jiiva’s vivid expression comes to loom above you, blotting out the light above as it grins widely.
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Your eyes lock with the Xeno’Jiiva’s, the monster’s anger seems to have subsided now that it has you pinned so effortlessly beneath its large, powerful paw. The Elder Dragon’s purple eyes, they glimmer as it tilts its head and expresses a hint of mischievousness now that it has you disarmed and at its will. As it stares at you, head tilted, its tongue softly lulls from its maw, licking around its lips as dribbles of monstrous drool splatter down onto your chest, trickling like rain that foretells a deep, growing hunger. You shudder and shiver, you try to get up, to squeeze away, but the monster’s paw only presses down harder at your resistance.
Your bad feeling in your gut only grows as the monster’s gut rumbles loudly. The Elder Dragon, from its mischievous stare, the licking of its lips, and the drool that drips from its maw, it is hungry! Despite the signs, you can’t help but yelp in terror the moment that the monster lowers its head down towards you, bringing its snout just before your nose as its eyes close-up glimmer intelligently. Unable to escape, the Elder Dragon forces you to witness as it opens its maw wide, immediately spraying a warm, humid cloud of breath against you; one that is accompanied by a pungent stench, monstrously bad breath. From the walls to the tongue, the entirety of the Elder Dragon’s maw is accompanied by a light glow, one that illuminates clearly the fates of those that are unfortunate to witness it.

You squirm as hard as you can as the monster’s pale tongue rolls out and graces against your chin before sliding upwards along your expression, leaving you slurped amidst a wave of thick and slathering slobber… The moment that the tongue finally leaves your face after faintly sloshing your hair in slime, you wish you hadn’t forgotten a helmet this hunt. Nevertheless, you writhe and gag, the pungent stench of monstrously bad breath is hard to bear, but more than the smell, the fear is what makes you cringe. The monster’s belly only ever seems to rumble louder, seemingly growing impatient as the monster rears its head back slightly, keeping its mouth open wide.
Looking up towards the light above; light that permeates a tight, acrid journey ahead, you gulp down all of your fears, disgusts, worries, and hopes as you realize so fully that the monster has given up on the pre-stages of the feast. The monster’s throat, it softly undulates, readying itself for a meal to vanish deep beyond as the monster’s glistening eyes no longer show intent to stall. Thus, with nowhere else for you to go, and with a rumbling stomach urging the Elder Dragon on, its mouth lunges down towards you, and before you know it, your whole vision is overtaken by the softly illuminated, wretchedly humid embrace of the Xeno’Jiiva’s inner-mouth.

What was once only a whiff of bad breath is quick to become an ocean. Hints of many digested meals, many varied diets, and hundreds upon hundreds of individual meals ride upon the waves of stench that now invade your nostrils, tingling at your very soul as your eyes softly water from the gross smell. You try to slap your arms about, but they remain pinned underneath the Xeno’Jiiva’s powerful paw as the monster wraps its lips around your chest and begins to softly suck the flavor out of you. You groan, you whimper and squeal in disgust as your squirms do nothing but wipe your flavors across the monster’s eager tongue that licks you incessantly.
All the while, your ears become slowly dominated by a loud murr that has begun to reverberate all throughout your surroundings. The Xeno’Jiiva loves your flavor, that much is clear. It licks you, it slurps you, it squishes you between the tongue and ceiling of its mouth as you’re left staring at its undulating throat that precedes a fate which alights your mind in the flames of panic. Try as you might, you’ve not the energy nor the strength to deny the powerful Xeno’Jiiva its desires, and once the monster finally stops sucking every last drop of your flavor, it uses its paw to urge you further into its mouth; all the way up to your waist with ease.
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Being eaten alive
Stuffed into the mouth of a monster.

You squirm and struggle
And struggle with all of your might

But no-matter how much you try
The dragon continues devouring you
Uncaring of your plight.

In-fact
The monster murrs with joy.

Its tongue slurping and playing
Treating you like a toy.
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“Mrph- Ack- STOP THI- MPH-” Your desperate protests are cut short as your face presses roughly against the back of the monster’s throat, turning your panicked words incoherent as you feel the monster let go of you from its paw and lift its head upwards.
With its head held high, the Xeno’Jiiva’s delighted murrs only grow louder as it continues to slurp and suck on your flavor. Sloppily, it searches with its tongue around your waist as you’re sloshed and slurped every which way within its mouth, that deep, undulating throat dominating your vision all the while.

“Mrph- St- Cough-” The bad breath is getting to you, every huff the Elder Dragon makes fills your lungs with the horrid, ungodly remnants and stenches that once made up the many past meals of its diet.
And as the Elder Dragon’s tongue manages to slurp its way between your legs and wrap behind your butt, you shudder purely uncontrollably, kicking your legs like mad outside and slapping your arms about with what little room you do have inside of the Xeno’Jiiva’s faintly luminated jaws.

“Mrph- Pl- AH!” You’re unable to speak even a single coherent word as the Xeno’Jiiva’s tongue licks your rear-end and a few dribbles of saliva manage to sink beneath your waist armor.
But before you have any time to dwell on the horrible sensations, the Xeno’Jiiva rears its head down before a sudden jolt upwards sends you flying into the air. Tossed skyward so effortlessly by the Xeno’Jiiva, you’re left screaming through the air in a panic. Looking to the monster now far below you, you witness the Xeno’Jiiva sitting down, adjusting its position and keeping its mouth open wide and eyes glistening mischievously. You start to get a bad feeling of what’s about to happen.

“Wait- WAIT WAIT-” Your panicked pleas only grow louder as gravity kicks in and you fall straight down towards the Xeno’Jiiva’s awaiting mouth.
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‘GLRPH!’ And then, as quickly as you were chucked into the air, you land hard and directly back beyond the Elder Dragon’s jaws. The force of your fall - as much as it strikes your heart with horror and your gut with disgust - Results in you sinking head-first beyond the monster’s throat, with a strong wave of peristalsis quick to claim you as the walls close in and clench tight. You’re mentally and physically overwhelmed by the strong, hugging flesh of the Xeno’Jiiva as you groan and whimper, unable to wiggle your head around even an inch in the tight confines as you reside in terror, awaiting a swallow.
‘Glrp!’ And sure enough, it takes only a moment of indulging before the Xeno’Jiiva swallows hard, yoinking your chest, then your stomach, and then your waist down into its esophagus before the motion slows, leaving you hanging stagnant partway in the Elder Dragon’s faintly illuminated gullet. You can feel the dragon taking a quick breath around you, not used to struggling with prey of your size as it recoops some energy before- ‘GLRP!’ Another, even stronger swallow grips you, sealing your fate as your legs sink down into the monster’s throat proper, trailing you quickly down towards the belly of the beast. As you sink down the Xeno’Jiiva’s esophagus, your entire self leaves naught but a very faint bulge in its neck, one that slides deeper… Deeper… And deeper still, until…

‘Splrsh!’ You splash face-first into the Xeno’Jiiva’s stomach, immediately finding yourself folded in a whole plethora of acrid slimes and sludges that drench the walls and drip from the ceiling with every clench. You can’t help but cough and gag madly, the whole of the air in here is clogged with the purely ungodly acrid scents of far too many bygone meals, which combined and in no hyperbole; equate to a cacophony of rotten fish and egg-esque stench that wretches the nostrils and ravages the gut. You squirm and writhe, and desperately wiggle to press your hands out against the walls, causing the stomach to groan softly before a hard clench forces you still and further veils you in thick belly slop.
The bulge you leave in the Xeno’Jiiva’s stomach is light at best, and as the stomach clenches hard around you, a ripple of gas begins to brew about. Your eyes, they water, becoming reddened by the horridness that makes you cry, both externally, and internally. As gas brews, things only seem to get ever worse, the stomach clenching harder and harder until… ‘BWWOOARP!’ The Xeno’Jiiva lets out an utterly monstrous, purely massive belch that sounds like it echoes for miles! In that moment, you feel your body paralyze, with the smells and sensations having broken you physically as the stomach finally lets up around you. Unfortunately, even now that the stomach lets up, your paralyzed self can’t fight anymore, merely whimper and whine, and occasionally flop like a fish out of water, or in this case; a hunter in Xeno’Jiiva’s stomach contents.

There’s a faint glow in your confines, you can see the walls as they breathe in and out, and all around you, hidden beyond the bodily gurgles and groans of the acrid slop and waves of acid that splash around you, you can hear the monster’s breathing, eternally reminding you of where you reside; within a living, breathing Elder Dragon. Despite everything however, there is a small glimmer of mercy granted to you as the acid that splashes in the monster’s stomach and regularly slathers your entirety doesn’t seem to be very active. You feel the faintest tingle, but it doesn’t appear to spread, nor do you feel entirely in danger of being victim to what stomachs do… At-least not yet…
Unfortunately, as your whimpering, aching, paralyzed body is squished, squeezed, hugged, and tenderized by the walls, a sudden motion clenches and takes hold. Just outside, the Xeno’Jiiva slowly stands back up, stretching its legs and wings before a loud, reverberating, distorted ‘yaaaaaawn!’ nearly shatters your eardrums, followed by another, subdued ‘Bwurp!’. It is clear that you make the Xeno’Jiiva gassy, but the thought only leaves you further sickened. Your stomach hurts, the stench in here is worse than any monster dung you’ve ever accidentally stepped in, and even the freshest of Congalala farts don’t compare to the potency of stench you are being unwillingly forced to endure within the Xeno’Jiiva’s acrid cage.
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Made to be belly stuffing
For a king of the Recess.

Stuck in acrid sludge
With your willpower quick to regress.

Your paralyzed self
Can hardly hope of freedom.

As the king makes forth
To embrace the daily routines of his sprawling kingdom.
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“Hrrnghmph-... W-Wh-... Uuurgh-” You whimper and whine hopelessly, lost in the stomach of the large Xeno’Jiiva as the monster leaps out from its den in the Confluence of Fates and out into the wider world of the Elder’s Recess.
You can’t move, you can’t fight it, you’re at the whims of the Xeno’Jiiva’s stomach and wherever it goes. You have no choice but to follow, locked in an acrid cage that is more comparable to a cauldron as every movement the monster makes sloshes and mixes you in all sorts of grody elements from the brew like you’re a part of one bad smelling hammock.

“Uuurgh-” Your eyes are teary and exhausted, battered like your nostrils with the stench of a unique Xeno’Jiiva’s foul stomach. While deep down, you can’t help but refuse to give up, even your best efforts are unable to break the paralytic state which the Xeno’Jiiva’s harsh stomach put you in.
Even as the stomach acid and sludge regularly slathers itself over you, even as the miracle of indigestion keeps you from melting away within the monster’s tummy, you’re unable to fight your cage, lost to the hungry whims of a large, powerful, and wholly unique Xeno’Jiiva. You leave a hardly noticeable bulge amidst the monster’s dark skin and scales, and as much as you hate to admit it, you’re just living belly filling now!

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Upon finally exiting out into the wider world of the Elder’s Recess, the Xeno’Jiiva swiftly hops atop one of the highest spires of crystallized dragon energy. Wrapping its paws around the shiny surface of the pillar, the large Elder Dragon glazes its eyes upon the surrounding landscape. The current hour is drenched in the dark blue skies of a cloudy midday, and as the Xeno’Jiiva looks around, stomach faintly swaying with the hunter trapped snugly within, the monster licks its lips, wanting something small to hunt for dessert. While the day might be fairly quiet, the monster’s stomach is far from the case, as you’re regularly assaulted by the loud, echoing groans and churning of his digestive processes all glazed over by a constant, rhythmic breathing.
Then, the monster’s stomach would clench tight, further concealing you within as the creature’s sharp purple eyes catch glimpse of the perfect snack to turn into its midday dessert. Spotting a lone Grimalkyne hunting far from its tribe in the higher depths of the Elder’s Recess, the Xeno’Jiiva licks its lips softly, tail swaying from left to right as its paws clench the ground tighter before suddenly propelling forward. The Xeno’Jiiva leaps from the crystallized spire, soaring swiftly through the air towards the Grimalkyne as its paws would then spread wide and its stomach rumble loudly.

Only when it is too late does the lone Grimalkyne notice the predator rapidly approaching, and in a mad panic, the fluffy Lynian dashes towards a nearby fold in the structures of crystals. Unfortunately, the Grimalkyne stumbles, and then, with a loud, panicked cry, the Grimalkyne is snatched up in the tight grasp of the Xeno’Jiiva’s paws as they take hold. Suddenly caught by the forepaws of a fearsomely unique Elder Dragon, the Grimalkyne kicks and slaps about madly, held tight within the grasp of the monster as the elegant beast swiftly swoops upward, returning to its perch near the Confluence of Fates.
Upon landing, the Xeno’Jiiva would lift up the Grimalkyne in its paw, bringing the Lynian close to its face as its eyes gloss over the fluffy critter’s entirety. The sight of the Grimalkyne squirming and kicking madly makes the Elder Dragon softly grin, and the struggles only seem to make its belly rumble louder for dessert. You whimper, whine and groan, it is almost as though the Xeno’Jiiva had already entirely forgotten about eating you, either that or you’re really so insignificant as to not be spared a single thought nor consideration.

The Xeno’Jiiva glances at its latest catch for only a moment longer before it lazily opens its mouth and chucks the Grimalkyne right inside. With drool dripping from the corners of its mouth, the Xeno’Jiiva softly chews the Grimalkyne, not so much as to rip and tear, but enough to soften up the Lynian for the long journey ahead. As the monster indulges, a loud murr begins to vibrate all throughout, one that rattles you and only riles about the acrid stench in its belly as you cough and gag and cry, feeling like you could pass out at any minute.
Then, with one effortless motion, the Xeno’Jiiva tilts its head back and ‘GLRP!’, swallows the struggling Grimalkyne whole, the small critter not even leaving a noticeable bulge in the monster’s neck as they rapidly descend. In mere moments, you are bombarded by a new roommate and are immediately squished into a corner of the stomach as it makes tight, churning room for you both. You glance at the Grimalkyne, the Lynian’s slime drenched ears twitching in what looks like simultaneously mad panic and disgust; not unlike yourself. The critter shudders and shivers madly, and lurches like it wants to throw up, you honestly wish you could, but the stomach environment stench is too appalling to let you open your mouth.
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A fluffy dessert
Has joined you in your cage.

It meows and hisses abhorrently
Disgusted and enraged.

But its struggles do nothing
Except leave a small print outside.

Just the faintest hint
That you’ve both been devoured alive.
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“Mrph- Urgh-” Having lost your will to try and speak, you instead fight your paralyzed body to wiggle closer to the Grimalkyne.
With an exhausted ache in your every movement, you manage to pet the Grimalkyne a few times to try and take your mind off of reality… Unfortunately right after, reality claims you as you pass out from the acrid stench and slimes that slosh and juice you both up amidst the active, tight and churning stomach of the Xeno’Jiiva.

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After letting its living food settle a little bit, the Xeno’Jiiva would leap from the crystal spire and soar elegantly over the Elder’s Recess. With calmness, the monster would fly towards the outer boundaries of the Recess, all the while feeling the prey within its stomach sloshing about, the Grimalkyne still awake and struggling in vain. For about an entire hour, the large Elder Dragon would soar, taking in the sights and watching as the sun dips closer and closer to the far horizon.
Eventually, the Xeno’Jiiva would reach the outermost embrace of the Elder’s Recess; an overlook that watches the endless ocean. The monster would land atop the overlook and stand at its edge. As the monster witnesses the sun slowly hanging low to kiss the end of the ocean’s infinite waves, the monster would slowly forget about its latest snacks, instead becoming mesmerized with the sunset as it lays blissfully down at the overlook and stares. The monster’s purple eyes and matching sensory organs would glisten softly, being painted an ever-faint orange by the bright sun setting far beyond.

Slowly, the monster would rest its head atop its own arm, and as it murrs softly, relaxed and at ease, its stomach rumbles and churns ever eternally, making sure that its latest snacks will stay for some time to come, regardless if the master remembers.


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And that’s the end for this story! I appreciate  Glyde20 for allowing me to post this here, as well as giving me a chance to commission them! I've enjoyed their MH stories for a good while, you should def check them out.~

Story was written by  Glyde20
Thumbnail Art was also drawn by  Glyde20
Dredis belongs to me!