[center][B]Meanwhile on the island[/b][/center]
[i]Approaching the wet rocky entrance to its cave hideout/nest, the creature emerged from the murky water, entering the dark tunnel, wounded and enraged. Feeling the sharp pain in its arm again, the scaly monster put it's webbed fingers to the damaged fin. The pressure from the creatures hand caused another jolt of shooting pain, causing it screech loudly, the horrific noise echoed down the cave, causing dozens of bats to fly out the entrance. [/i]

The small cave entrance lies on the the eastern side of the island, facing the sea from its craggy entrance way. The cave radiates a foul smell drifting its way down the beach, it can be smelled from quite a distance.. Ankle high water travels through the rocks down into the cave from the sea just yards away., The cave itself is only 4 and half feet tall in its opening. Going further into the cave, just as the light becomes a small opening seemingly miles away in the darkness, the path narrows into a steep rocky drop about twenty feet until it opens into a much larger cavern, with three more small tunnel entry ways, all smaller than the original, all presumably leading back out to the island or deeper underground. The small stream from the entry way trickles all the way down  to the cavern where it has begun to indent a pond into the floor of the cavern from erosion. The cavern is a round rocky, moist room, strewn the blood and bones, wreaking of death. Bodies and feces lie scattered as rats skitter across the floor and spiders build nests in the remains of what once was a sailor.

[i]The creature entered its nest, littered with the leftover remains of its previous victims, the intoxicating smell of rot and death only made the creature crave flesh more.  The creature sat down in the small pond building at the entryway, a dark murky color from the blood and dirt mixed in.  The creature picked up a handful of the bloody mud, and shoved it into its wound to stop the bleeding. It howled again in pain, scratching the rocky floor with its free hand, digging its claws into the stone trying to alleviate some of the pain.  Adjusting to the throbbing pain in its arm, the creature reached its head over to one of the many carcasses on the ground and began to feast on the rotting flesh, trying to satiate it’s hunger. [/i]

In some of the more intact, lesser decomposed bodies, small blue crystal like eggs have begun growing in the tissue of the cadavers. The creature’s spawn have taken root in the bodies of its victims, using the nutrients of the fresh corpses to jump-start its growth process, many of them are now mango sized, some even bigger than a watermelon. After having its fill with its victim, the creature uses the bodies as natural incubators. Many of the egg’s are close to hatching, though it is likely these are not the first eggs to be laid, as many cracked open shells lay within some of the corpses. 

[i]As it lay in the filth and rot of its cold wet nest, the creature began to dream about it’s life before, or at least what it could remember. In the creatures mind it could see the faces of small human children, their smiles began to stir more memories. The creature began to remember it's life before, the man it was before, the life he had had. Suddenly overwhelmed by it's emotions, the creature dug at its own face with its claws, the horrible memories of it’s transformation playing in it’s mind, it could almost feel the terrible process a second time. Eventually the memories faded, and the creature settled once more, but one image remained ingrained in its mind, the face of the horrid Witch who had made the man into monster.[/i]