Technocyte Zeke from Warframe | NSFW / DD / Body Horror, Hivemind, Virus (Bio-Plague)

Zekie, my pookie bear. My disgusting pookie bear. LMK if anyone wants any of the rest of the infected band, prob gonna make them regardless for fun
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~IM~

A cool Spring breeze blew through the winding back alleyways and paths of Höllvania, clouds drifting lazily through the blue sky, wisps of puffy white blocking out the blinding sun overhead, giving respite to anyone caught within their shade for the short time they passed overhead. Despite the idle weather, towering pillars of infested rot grew up buildings, forming alien like jungles of living matter that strung from one crumbling brick building to the next as the organic cancer continued its relentless spread any way it could across the city-state. Diseased spores drifted through half living sewer systems and overrun subway tunnels, gathering into perfect hives for the Techrot while above ground, Techrot creatures fought endlessly against Scaldra defenses amidst the abandoned roads, the distant sounds of gunfire echoing upon the wind to the quieter sides of the city-state.

Zeke could feel the sun sinking into his thick skin, the gentle fresh breeze brushing between the glowing bulbs that hung from his downturned horns, his singular eye scanning the cobble brick streets bellow like a hungry vulture, pupilless, intense red lingering only for seconds upon each new stimulus. He was looking for something— Hell, man, anything really— To keep his attention busy.

Not long ago the mutated singer had managed to slip his way from the rest of the band, claiming of wanting a grab a bite or two just to make it sound convincing. As much as he truly did enjoy the company of his plagued band brothers, in reality Zeke simply wanted to stretch his tendrils out in the open air, tired of the stuffy, overbearing warmth of the concert stage. One could only enjoy the heavy bass they blasted for so long sometimes, still able to feel the phantom rhythmic pulsing of the stadium beneath the tentacles he used to hold himself high above the roof with, snake like head turning much like an owl hunting for prey before something froze him still.

Something on the wind; A sound? A sense? A smell?

Zeke wasn't sure in honest reality, but he could feel the pull of the Techrot in his viens and wires, pulsing with strength as it called out for him to investigate, it's hunger stirring within his thin, twisted frame as the maw upon his chest opened wide, his long, thick tongue lulling out from within it as the breeze once more brushed across him, catching the feeling again-

Scent, he caught somethings scent upon his tongue, Zeke mentally noted to himself as he felt his body begin to move, lowering into a predatory crouch before springing forwards with an unnatural strength, rushing as he launched over to the next rooftop. Shingles clambered loudly beneath his form as Zeke landed upon the next set of buildings, starting his hunt for the source.