The Swamp's Parasite
It trudges amongst the bottom of the lagoon, great glistening green gills filtering out foul fungi and flotsam. Dinner plate sized webbed hands push aside muck and debris as it writhes through the black sludge water. Large hooked feet steadily tread through the water ripping up rocks and branches with its passing. A broad gnarled body like that of an ancient oak. A shaggy mane of algae hair that runs down the back. Two piercing reptilian eyes lurking underneath fungi covered brows.
Slowly the swamp itself seems to become sentient around this monster, nature itself bending to its will. Water ebbs, flows and swirls around it. The ground softens to be moved and hardens to be trod on. Branches bend and roots creep away from it. The creature has tracked every path around the swamp, it has spent weeks, months and finally years within this place in a previous life.
So much time spent within the swamp that it has become a living part of it, and the swamp a living part of the man that once was.
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