Aries: Something plastic, on the outside at least. Something that can rearrange itself ever shifting body parts into a thousand imperfect forms.
Taurus: Something that wants out. Something fighting to get out. Something that hungers for Latin jazz, and blood.
Gemini: Something with legs like saplings. The forest seems to change every time you turn around.
Cancer: Something ridden with seeds, its touch is a plague of blossoms.
Leo: Something that is a reflection of what it once was. Curiosity assuming a new and curious form. If only it had known.
Virgo: Something that acts as a metronome to hordes of jiangshi.
Libra: A mistake that believes itself more perfect than anything else. Twisted eyes see a twisted world. Twisted arms drag it along imperfect ground.
Scorpio: Something scared and hungry. Something that is so so sorry.
Ophiuchus: Something that plants trees over the bodies. Something that completes the cycle.
Sagittarius: Something covered in the brambles that killed it. Roots and blood intertwined, feeding from sun and stomach alike.
Capricorn: What looks like a german shepard made completely of human hands and smoke.
Aquarius: Something that can almost but not quite copy you. It has trouble with anatomy and scale.
Pisces: Something that remembers being human under all the wings and blood and chitin.
The Signs and What:
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