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He continued his playful chastising, offering advice on what I should’ve done, how I should’ve countered, and where I missed my opportunities.
But as he went on, an idea formed in my mind.
A way to surprise him, to level the playing field.
As he was deeply engrossed in his monologue, I leaned in and, without warning, planted a soft yet firm kiss on his lips.
The taste of surprise was sweet, the sudden silence even sweeter.
Pulling away, I met his wide-eyed gaze with a sly grin. “Next time, Ashale, anticipate that.”
But I wasn’t done surprising him.
Not yet.
* * *
Every time I shifted into one of my spirit animals, it was like sinking into a rich, velvety embrace of sensations, vivid and intense.
The octopus form was one of my favorites — the sensation of the water caressing my soft body, the tiny hairs on my arms feeling every minute movement.
I closed my eyes and let the transformation seep through me.
I could feel the gentle air current brushing against my skin and the air’s temperature, cool and refreshing, enveloping me.
My body felt flexible and malleable, and as I flexed, I could feel the hundreds of suckers on my tentacles pulse with a life of their own.
My octopus eyes, large and curious, took in the scene before me.
The tarigon was there.
Sensing my advantage, I surged forward, carrying the subtle spice of seaweed and the ocean’s depths.
With remarkable speed, I lashed out, my tentacles snaking towards the tarigon.
They coiled around its legs, pulling it into a tight embrace.
The tarigon roared a strange, muted sound, and thrashed about, trying to free itself.
But my grip was firm, and I felt the triumphant rush of having the upper hand.
Ashale’s surprise was palpable.
The tarigon’s eyes widened, and its struggles became more frantic.
But, every time it tried to pull away, my tentacles would simply stretch and pull it back.
I could sense victory.
Then, without warning, the tarigon vanished.
I recoiled, my tentacles curling in confusion.
Had he cheated?
Did he leave our shared mental space because he couldn’t handle the shift in power dynamics?
Anger bubbled within me, warm and prickling against my skin.
