Literature
Hippocampus
Hippocampus
This is a transformation story. So if you don't like that please go on your merry way. :)
Man to Hippocampus
How could she? How could she! The night before their wedding, how could she! Tristan shuddered behind the golden marble pillar, watching her as she flirts and presses her body seductively against the other man. She didn’t drink socially, only at home with him, and yet here she was, twirling a martini with a delicate finger. Before he ran with disgrace from her, his legs made him jump into their view. The drink was juggled and sloshed on the other man’s tuxedo. Confusion washed over his face as terror