<em><strong>(https://i.imgur.com/iHDtvHK.png)cology of the Oblex<br/><br/>  Rehner, Pietra et al.</strong><br/><br/>Of the many oozes which slither and creep in dark crevices beneath domains of the Enlightened Coast, few could be said to occupy the prescriptive reasoning paradigm of Bellavance's is/ought spectrum. Herein we are delighted to describe for you one such species, hereafter named the oblex, to be validated in the locality of Dominia. The capacity of the oblex for empathy, communication, and pleasure offers exciting new possibilities not only in the field of medicine, but a new frontier of union between ooze and flesh.<br/><br/><strong>(https://i.imgur.com/WOGZesf.png)rigin of Species</strong><br/><br/>We follow the career of a specimen hereafter known as D.H., to trace an oblex back to spontaneous act of creation. D.H. began a life of flesh and blood in the year 711 to Gundarkite parents in the rural locality of the Core. Despite family prevalence of dementia praecox, D.H. was able to elevate herself to the office of Master Chirurgeon from a precocious age and serve with honor at private insitution. D.H. secured for herself two brides, either of which became casualties of the Teufeldorf Massacre. Soon after, D.H. described symptoms of dementia praecox and sought to develop a treatment through unconventional medicine.<br/><br/>Following the annexation of Gundarak, D.H. was able to draw from plentiful supply of widows, unskilled girls, and persons unfit for combat to facilitate an innovative transfusion of cerebrospinal ether. Though this process proved fatal to the donor, temporary results were achieved (see attached). Following transfusion, a period of pique marked withdrawal and dependance. D.H. believed herself to be transmogrifying into a supernatural vampire, on scant evidence of a verse of Hyskosa's Hexad, to wit:<br/>"In the house of Daegon the sorcerer born, Though life, unlife, unliving shall scorn."<br/><br/>In grief, D.H. immersed herself in all extant supply of transfusion and seemed to undergo death and decomposition. This proved to herald a brilliant metamorphosis from flesh into contiguous cytoplasm capable of prescriptive reasoning, extraneural motor control, and excellent communication- a peerless envoy into the heretofore unknown processes of oozes, and powerful psionicist in her own right.<br/><br/><strong>(https://i.imgur.com/qCgsOPF.png)hysiology</strong><br/><br/>To date, D.H. shows no sign of aging. Her total surface area amalgamated is approximately 8 square meters, though seldom is she gathered into one shape. A faint scent of lush red labdanum and sticky sulfur is present in cytoplasm. The surface of an oblex's malleable body is a fantastically rich neural network boasting such fine manipulation that spontaneous fabrication of color, texture, and heat allow the oblex to credibly impersonate persons it has made psychic contact with down to speech and mannerisms. D.H. has been shown to extrude these lifelike simulacrums on thin tethers not more than 40 meters in length. Each concurrent simulacrum taxes D.H. neural network, resulting in a noticable deprecation of fine detail at four simultaneous simulacra.<br/><br/>Unlike many oozes, no digestion takes place on the oblex's surface, nor even within its reactive cytoplasm. Prolonged skin-to-skin contact is possible without irritation to epidermis, membranes, or pH of the body. Feeding instead takes place psychically while the oblex is near a meal. On an essential self-preservation level, hunger motivates the oblex. Feeding is crucial to the growth and maintenance of its neural network, and without frequent psychic feeding the spontaneous chemical reactions providing motility and camouflage slow, eventually leading to dormancy. Open flame excites these reactions disastrously, causing potentially lethal harm.<br/><br/>The oblex's preference is to pacify prey for long periods of time, keeping victims comfortable and docile until dysphagia, coma, or brain death occur. At this time, the oblex has absorbed all of a victim's mind, and what remains of the body is a husk with no further utility. These absorbed memories and thoughts join the oblex's neural network, further expanding its repertoire of identities and materials.<br/><br/><strong>(https://i.imgur.com/qCgsOPF.png)sychology</strong><br/><br/>As much as its relative oozes are locked into descriptive reasoning, the oblex exists in a state of purely prescriptive reasoning. Domination, both mental and physical, are necessary to the contentedness of the oblex. The extinguishing of life as an inevitability of repeated feeding is not celebrated, but neither mourned, as an oblex does not develop moral sentimentalism to complement civilized persona. The mindset of the oblex is that of an elegant predator without compunction.<br/><br/>Allowing for this clarity of purpose, the personality and psyche of D.H. largely remain intact. Academic curiosities, hobbies, and interests remain unchanged but challenged by D.H.'s metamorphosis. Libido also retains its previous course, though the scale of D.H.'s current practice has allowed appetites for submission to grow unmitigated. Often the physiological benefit of these intimate acts on D.H.'s changed anatomy are logically suspect, supporting the conclusion that force of personality guides the behavior of the oblex down to an essential level.</em><br/><br/>~ ~<br/><br/>On mounds and mountains of flesh she assert her territory, a contiguous red web of woman three places at once over, and through, and tight to the contours of her less ductile sisters- a monster in visage, form fit to mind, Dorothy Heinfroth, the Red Woman. Cries of terror, cries of agony, cries of ecstacy, their psychic resonance was indistinguishable, all delicious ripples of intense emotion joined wheat-brown hand in Mordent white fingers.<br/><br/>The<em>gal-ralan</em>, the iron maiden piecemeal, helped edge her prey to that delectable breaking point. The deep fey of the Shadow Rift wore those bracers and accoutrements for autoerotic masochism on the move, and what relics returned from encounters brief and brutal with those creatures opened whole vistas of delightful contraptions banded, locked, and inescapable.<br/><br/>A rivulet of red blood escaped from cold iron band round shivering wheat breast she supped, to no earthly nutrient but to complement the color of her tongue, a passing desire, as mercurial as the forms of her bodies three. The blood was burgundy, the injury prelude, but her appetites were unholy and in that dark emptiness boundless. Before the night's end, before the masks fit and the grey gowns donned, a rarefied crimson would be tasted and one would not emerge to witness the next bleary storm.<br/><br/>Hips full and red and rose-petaled drew back to sound a fat pseudopod up Captain Vine-Lott's arse with the force of an animal. Her captain, her captive, her most favorite morsel. To feed, a pseudopod could squeeze into spaces narrow as the asylum pipes, but not much less, no, and not so easily. A madness possessed her psudopod on instinct to reach Danae's psyche from her ass, and though reason ruled out the possibility, pure instinct was teased to delirious heights of anticipation, distress, and yearning the mistress of the asylum could not otherwise know within those walls.<br/><br/>"Feed," Heinfroth commanded of what was once Nari, and ribbon tethers drew sweat-slick black hair up between Danae's powerful thighs. To breathe, in frantic desperation one must eagerly and efficiently obey. An oblex no longer empathized the necessity of oxygen to lungs.<br/><br/>"Well done, captain. Your efforts please me." Tongue, long and wet with dark blood, trailed the contour of Danae's spine. "Enjoy the fruits of your conquest. Soon I will send you north to Markovia, to meet the maker of these storms."<br/><br/>A bite, teeth neatly gathered, to the hairy base of Danae's skull. So close to the ether,<em>so close, </em>Heinfroth could not stifle a growl.<br/><br/>"Are you prepared to face my rival?"