Prisya

Many strange things lurk in the dark, forgotten places of the world. Things which may go forever undisturbed, but for the carelessness of mortals. Prisya was once such a thing, until a young sorceress with a thirst for knowledge stumbled upon a strange pink slime in the depths of the earth. This encounter is her earliest memory:

The satisfaction of absorbing helpless prey.
The previously unknown feelings of arms and legs.
The first sensations of sight and sound.
And then the spark of awareness, realizing for the first time that she is truly alive.

The slime had taken the shape of a woman, and she immediately knew that this was her true self. She left that place forever behind and found her way to the surface.

Years have passed since then. Prisya - she took the name from the second human she had encountered, and also her second meal - has learned much in that time. Of herself, and the world. She is greatly interested in the surface folk -– their beautiful cities, the lovely songs they sing, and the way in which they feel against her 'body'.

And of herself? She has learned that she must eat, just as any other living creature. She requires fresh organics to maintain her shape, and more importantly must feed on other intelligent beings to maintain her own sentience. Too long without proper sustenance and she can feel herself becoming slow, both physically and mentally. Thankfully, hunting is incredibly easy for someone with her gifts. She is practically invincible by human standards, though extreme heat and cold cause her to experience a semblance of pain. Her control of her body has grown significantly over time, to the point where she can be incredibly dangerous should she be of such inclination. Perhaps scariest of all, Prisya has realized that she continues to evolve. Each person she consumes adds something to her, permanently, even after she has expelled the used up sludge of their former bodies. With enough time and meals there is no telling what she may one day be capable of.

Beyond her appetite, however, Prisya is not one of great ambition or malevolence. She has come to enjoy humans, and even lives amongst them whenever possible. When properly fed she is able to convincingly replicate a humanoid appearance from a distance, though the disguise is never able to withstand close scrutiny. Still, Prisya remains a slime at heart. Fun as they are, humans and other sentient races are but a fascination and food source for her. She has absorbed entire small settlements into her biomass in the past, and feels no guilt about doing so. Slimes be slimes, after all.


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