15 September, 2017[=georgia][=#70564a]

I met her. Dark lips, red as blood. Dark skin, almost black, but shining blue. Her long curls fell over her shoulders in a tangle, framing her pale face, dotted by the gilded rose which covered her eyes. A long, sharp horn cut through the rose, rising out from the mysterious flower, pulsing red. She had legs, lots of them. And arms, too. She was beautiful. Magnificent.

I waited, keeping my distance, until she motioned for me to sit beside her. And then I sat, dwarfed by her enormous, elegant figure.

Curiously, her pointed fangs glinting through her blood-red smile, she reached out one of her hands and touched me, and I shivered. My rough coat twitched, and I turned my head to regard her with equal curiosity. "What are you doing?" I asked blankly. A shrug, a tiny roll of one of her many shoulders, a nearly imperceptible motion which said so much.

A flutter of courage rolled through me, and I asked her why she had so many limbs. No one I'd seen so far had more or less than four. She was a strange complication to what had otherwise seemed a very simple rule of physical form. Again, a grin and a roll of her shoulder. I would receive no more answers than that from her.

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Today I woke to the sound of a scuffle, something which immediately sparked my interest. I moved toward the source of the sound, recognizing a small creature battling something large and ominous, with a void-like face. Intrigued, I moved closer, and was almost immediately noticed. The mismatched duo paused in their shenanigans to sniff me over and nod approvingly.