<span style="font-weight: bold">Kawaiola</span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://pre15.deviantart.net/9da0/th/pre/f/2014/169/6/c/shark_infested_waters_by_shnider-d7my0cc.png"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>I sigh roughly. After how that high-priest had treated me... but I wasn't about the bite his head off in front of an entire town of people. Sharkfolk had a bad enough reputation as it was. That cute green-skinned meal... that was just the thing I needed to stir up my stomach and settle my anger. Ah! There they were, chatting to... shit, a squidgirl?<br/><br/>It didn't matter how strong a sharkfolk was, once a squidgirl's' tentacles were inside her, she'd only be using that strength for writhing and squirming. In pleasure, sure, but once the squid had worn you out...<br/><br/>Still, still... she was only a little one, and the green-skinned meal looked very tasty. Maybe he even needed rescuing...<br/><br/>...I thought, as I rose to my full sixteen-foot height and began to walk towards them.<br/><br/>"Hi," I introduced myself, only mostly confidently...