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From my story Stranded on a Tiny Planet. The fateful moment when Merco finds his first Ansheetan, Anu. While following Merco around, Anu got swallowed by a big "fish" and Merco coincidentally spears the same fish for dinner. While gutting his catch he finds Anu inside, still alive. (excerpt below)

Merco was shaking he was so excited. He was going to make it! He was going to survive! He set to work immediately. Holding the fish's jaw firmly with one hand he slit open the belly of the creature. Strange multicolored viscera spilled out onto the ground. He made a grossed-out face but opened up the body to view the meat. It was a light purplish color.

"Strange. Hope it tastes better than it looks." he thought to himself.

Just as Merco began to cut loose the organs he saw a large bluish-purple sac dominating the other organs. He guessed it to be the creature's stomach. What caught his attention was the fact that it was moving; as if had eaten something just moments ago and it was fighting to get out. Morbid curiosity prompted the man to see what was inside. With a quick slice of his knife he opened the stomach and what spilled out made his eyes widen.

There, covered in slime, was a tiny, humanoid creature no more than three inches tall. It had two thin arms and two thin legs. Its skin was a lavender purple color. A small, silvery plume of feathery scales adorned the top of its little head rather than hair. The face was alien but petite and pretty, with large eyes and a tiny lipped mouth. There wasn't much of a nose, only a pair of small nostrils. It...She... had a feminine appearance. The ears were strange inhuman structures; more like arching tentacles or antennae jutting upward from the sides of the head. But what struck Merco was that she was clothed in a tight-fitting, blue jump suit that made her resemble a tiny pilot. Meaning, she wasn't just some random animal indigenous to the planet but one of sentient intelligence.

"What in the world?" he mused quietly. "Am I seeing things? Is my head wound making me hallucinate?"

Gingerly, he poked the tiny form. Was she alive? She didn't move. He rolled her over on her side and gently tapped the tiny back. He jumped visibly when she suddenly coughed, spewing slime out of her lungs. Her little arms flailed a moment and braced against the ground as she coughed. Once the coughing fit subsided the little being slumped, clearly exhausted from the ordeal.

Merco was struck by how tiny she was; so frail, so delicate looking. He was instantly reminded of the stories his grandmother would tell him as a boy about pixies and fairies; tales he'd long since banished from thought. Although she lacked the obvious "fairy wings" of the stories the structure and size of her made an obvious comparison.

Very gently, he scooped her into his hands and went over to wash the little being off in the lake. He dipped her into the water and very carefully began running his thumb over her form to remove the slime. The cool water and his strokes revived the creature again. Her thin hands lifted up, pushing his thumb away, and then slowly wiped her face. Large, vibrant blue eyes unveiled themselves, focused, and then widened in terror.

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From my story Stranded on a Tiny Planet. The fateful moment when Merco finds his first Ansheetan, Anu. While following Merco around, Anu got swallowed by a big "fish" and Merco coincidentally spears the same fish for dinner. While gutting his catch he finds Anu inside, still alive. (excerpt below)

Merco was shaking he was so excited. He was going to make it! He was going to survive! He set to work immediately. Holding the fish's jaw firmly with one hand he slit open the belly of the creature. Strange multicolored viscera spilled out onto the ground. He made a grossed-out face but opened up the body to view the meat. It was a light purplish color.

"Strange. Hope it tastes better than it looks." he thought to himself.

Just as Merco began to cut loose the organs he saw a large bluish-purple sac dominating the other organs. He guessed it to be the creature's stomach. What caught his attention was the fact that it was moving; as if had eaten something just moments ago and it was fighting to get out. Morbid curiosity prompted the man to see what was inside. With a quick slice of his knife he opened the stomach and what spilled out made his eyes widen.

There, covered in slime, was a tiny, humanoid creature no more than three inches tall. It had two thin arms and two thin legs. Its skin was a lavender purple color. A small, silvery plume of feathery scales adorned the top of its little head rather than hair. The face was alien but petite and pretty, with large eyes and a tiny lipped mouth. There wasn't much of a nose, only a pair of small nostrils. It...She... had a feminine appearance. The ears were strange inhuman structures; more like arching tentacles or antennae jutting upward from the sides of the head. But what struck Merco was that she was clothed in a tight-fitting, blue jump suit that made her resemble a tiny pilot. Meaning, she wasn't just some random animal indigenous to the planet but one of sentient intelligence.

"What in the world?" he mused quietly. "Am I seeing things? Is my head wound making me hallucinate?"

Gingerly, he poked the tiny form. Was she alive? She didn't move. He rolled her over on her side and gently tapped the tiny back. He jumped visibly when she suddenly coughed, spewing slime out of her lungs. Her little arms flailed a moment and braced against the ground as she coughed. Once the coughing fit subsided the little being slumped, clearly exhausted from the ordeal.

Merco was struck by how tiny she was; so frail, so delicate looking. He was instantly reminded of the stories his grandmother would tell him as a boy about pixies and fairies; tales he'd long since banished from thought. Although she lacked the obvious "fairy wings" of the stories the structure and size of her made an obvious comparison.

Very gently, he scooped her into his hands and went over to wash the little being off in the lake. He dipped her into the water and very carefully began running his thumb over her form to remove the slime. The cool water and his strokes revived the creature again. Her thin hands lifted up, pushing his thumb away, and then slowly wiped her face. Large, vibrant blue eyes unveiled themselves, focused, and then widened in terror.