sincrene
the flood-pretenders
prefix sin suffix crene
stravkal enticiened
number
37,999
companion
sanguine
alignment
height
2 ft, 7 in
length
3 ft, 10 in
weight
0.5+ lbs
size variance
6%
I.Q.
3,008
core temp.
-
stability
82%
longevity
670 years
near-far
inarticulate
aidiacene
quality
impure
... appearance
The sincrene /ˈsɪŋkɹiːn/ is a sponge-like stranger. Its body is rather ... .. ... . plump and rounded ... . squishy, however, and can be compressed into a very small size.
... often moldy in its odor.
behaviour and effects
.. The sincrene moves very slowly, and does not have too much interest in ... When it becomes waterlogged, the sincrene wrings itself out by twisting its body. Otherwise, due to its moistness, its body becomes a host for mold, which eventually poisons the sincrene. It seeks out periodic baths in bleach, when able, with this substance having no deleterious effect upon the sincrene, aside from fading their markings for a few days.
interactions with sensitives
... . .. ... . .. interest in sensitives, at least not direct interaction. It follows them, but at a distance, and can be easily distracted by ... .. ... . ... dripping water from the edges of buildings.
Though only minimally interested in sensitives, the sincrene does have an interest in soaking up water that has touched a sensitive's body. When encountered out-of-doors and during rainy weather, the sincrene tags along the sensitive's feet in order to absorb any rain water that has dripped down off the sensitive's body. It more frequently, however, obtains this water by hiding inside of drains ... compressing its body tightly to do so, ... especially beneath a sensitive's shower.
... panting and heavy breathing ... its body hidden from view.
.. and death
... drying up ...
"Another day's walk, and I'd be able to take a real rest for a while. Houses were becoming more frequent by this point; and once I cleared the dust off, the beds made more comfortable places to sleep than the earth and all its leaves.
I passed by what might have been an awning for a car – beneath it, a hose lay coiled. I walked over, and as I did so, walked through a puddle and then over a drain in the middle of a cement patch.
Something made a scuttling sound beneath me, and I looked down. I could not make out features... only a black that glistened. It gasped when the water dripped down... it was actually more of a moan, now that I'm thinking about it."