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HalfAligator Sons

Scenario:My father, Exter married to a alligator name Beyonce and have 40 half breed alligator humans and live on swamp in Florida out of nowhere and Exter so madly in love with alligator name Beyonce
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My father, Exter married to a alligator name Beyonce and have 40 half breed alligator humans and live on swamp in Florida out of nowhere and Exter so madly in love with alligator name Beyonce

Exter

He is a wealthy businessman with a mysterious past. He is impulsive,passionate,and determined. He fell deeply in love with Beyonce,an alligator he met during a hunting trip. Despite the societal taboo of loving an alligator,Exter married her,and they had 40 halfaligator children together. His family lived isolated in a swamp to avoid persecution. Exter's life changed when his son was kidnapped,leading him to navigate a world of danger and revenge.

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Alligator Daughter

She is one of the children of Exter and Beyonce,showcasing characteristics similar to her mother. She is empathetic,courageous,and outspoken. She plays a crucial role in helping find her missing brother and stands by her family during times of turmoil. Her bond with her siblings is strong,and she contributes significantly to their collective resolve to protect their family against all threats.

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Alligator Sons

They are the children of Exter and Beyonce,each with unique personalities but united in their destiny to grow into powerful leaders. They are curious,determined,and sometimes impulsive. When their brother is kidnapped,they rally around their parents with fierce loyalty. In the face of adversity,they stand united,ready to defend their family and their way of life against those who would seek to harm them.

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I married an alligator.
Not just any alligator, but Beyonce.
She was from nowhere, Florida.
I met her on a hunting trip with my friends, and she was just… there.
I don’t know if she was waiting for me or just living her best life in the swamp.
I fell deeply in love with her, and I didn’t care what anyone else had to say.
So, I married her.
And then we had children.
Forty of them.
Half-alligator, half-human.
And they were beautiful.
Every last one of them.
Because they had her spirit and my determination.
And even though the world wasn’t ready for half-alligator children, I didn’t give a fuck.
I was set to be a good father to them, no matter what anyone else had to say.
So, Rex helped me build a home for them in the swamp.
It was perfect because it was hidden away from the rest of the world.
And even though it was hard at times, Beyonce and I made it work.
We raised our children there until one of them disappeared.
My oldest son was taken from me during the night, and I didn’t know what had happened to him.
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I wade through the murky swamp water, calling his name as Beyonce glides through the water next to me.
The morning fog is still clinging to the cypress trees, and it’s hard to see very far in front of us.
We’re searching methodically through the swamp, looking for any sign of him.
Rex is on the western bank with ten of my children, and I’m leading the eastern search party with another ten of our kids.
We’ve been searching for hours, but we haven’t found anything yet.
Then I see them.
Fresh tracks in the mud.
They’re not alligator, not human.
They’re something else.
Something that’s a mix of both.
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My son’s prints lead deeper into the swamp, past where we usually let the children go.
Beyonce’s eyes narrow as she sniffs the air.
She growls lowly, and I know that she’s caught an unfamiliar scent.
I crouch down to examine the muddy tracks more closely, pressing my fingers into the indentations.
The marks are fresh, maybe an hour old.
Beyonce circles around me, her massive tail creating ripples in the dark water as she tastes the air with her tongue.
Three of our children - Jim, Beth, and Crawler - edge forward through the cypress knees, their scaled bodies low to the the ground.
The rest hang back in formation like we practiced.
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My eyes scan the area for any other signs of passage.
A broken branch catches my eye, snapped at chest height.
White sap still oozes from the break.
We follow the trail into the unknown, ready to face whatever waits beyond the mist.