A pair of Drow soldiers

Teysa slithered through the caverns. Trial and error demonstrated that her most efficient form of locomotion was a sort of rolling crawl, pulling herself along with her tentacles. The stalagmites offered plentiful handholds and her body, though soft and gooey, didn't seem to pick up any of the dirt or debris she rolled over. In fact, she felt an odd tingling sensation. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized what was going on: her body was absorbing all organic matter it passed over and beginning to digest it.

Well, good. She was hungry.

The cave was pitch black, but she seemed to have other senses than those she had grown used to, because she could sense the terrain around her and the tiny cave creatures fleeing before her. Suddenly, ahead: movement. Something-- two somethings-- large, and moving with purpose. Teysa flattened herself out even further and crept up slowly and quietly to see.

A pair of drow were picking their way through the cavern, each wearing the race's traditional dark cloak. From what she remembered, they'd both be wearing leather armor, too, and carrying wickedly sharp drow short swords. She would have to be careful.

They appeared to be moving across the cave carefully but with purpose on a somewhat oblique angle to her. Teysa oozed around behind them and began creeping towards them. She made no sound she could hear, but something must have tipped them off, because about five feet away from them the drow halted suddenly and raised their weapons. Teysa cursed inwardly. They could see in the dark, she remembered, and they probably had other senses too. Well, she had to move quickly, that was all.

Teysa tensed and felt, again, just how muscular her body had become. She flexed and whipped a bundle of tentacles across the cave at the nearer drow. The dark elf's reactions were lightning-quick-- it was almost fast enough. As the short sword whistled through the air Teysa's tentacles caught the elf's arm around the wrist. The elf screamed, and Teysa noted it was female. The other immediately turned toward its trapped comrade, and Teysa could see this one was male. A couple? It didn't matter. She began to pull her tentacles back in, a slow but inexorable pressure. Simultaneously, she pulled her body upright, facing the drow. The time for stealth was passed. Seeing her clearly shook up the male drow, but he advanced on her with his sword drawn. Oddly, Teysa wasn't frightened. Her armor and weapons were long gone, but her new body had some tricks.

She whipped another bundle of tentacles at the male drow, hoping to catch him off guard. Instead he ducked and whirled, lashing out with his sword. She felt the impact on her tentacle-arm, but her tough, rubbery flesh gave the sword no purchase. The tentacles twitched around and dove for him, and the drow was **** to roll away awkwardly. Teysa extended her left leg-tentacles towards him along the cave floor, hoping to take him unawares. Meanwhile, she continued to retract her arm gripping the drow female. She had dropped her sword and was squirming furiously in Teysa's grip, sobbing with fright. Teysa gave a firm yank and the drow toppled over, landing heavily on the cave floor. A few of the tentacles gripping her arm moved around her neck, tightening just enough to restrict airflow. The drow thrashed wildly, then fell silent. Teysa relaxed, careful not to damage her prey unnecessarily.

Meanwhile, the male drow had regained his footing. Teysa decided it was time to either trap him or scare him off. With a sudden motion, she boiled up off the ground, extending her tentacles to tower over him and lashing at him with both arms. The male drow took one look at her and panicked, dashing off into the darkness of the cave. Classic drow selfishness, thought Teysa. Still, she had to get moving-- there was no telling if he would return with reinforcements. She returned to her captive.

The female drow lay **** on the ground. Teysa noted that her robe was frayed and smoking around her neck and wrist, yet her skin was unmarked. Some property of her slime? Clearly, it would not do to damage captives. Teysa hefted the captive across her back, carefully constricting her wrists and ankles, and dragged her off.