Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-46379100-20200723040601/@comment-46379100-20200723110940

Here's an example of a completely fleshed-out part of the story (based off of the first outline I put in the OP):

The morning sun rose above the hills, golden rays of sun shone down through the leaves. The waking world was reflected by the surface of the river, which meandered on through thick forests in between towns and cities. A fluffy white tail twitched underneath a clump of ferns at the water's edge, and just a bit further down the bank was the very content upper half of a bunyip, enjoying the new day's gift of warm sunlight. The exhausted mamono drifted in and out of sleep, dreaming of the night before, when she had treated herself to a poor, young merchant.

Her long body was painted in red, black and gold stripes, as to bring out her honey-colored eyes. Her vast length of hair was all done back into a fat, loose braid. Her breasts and crotch were just barely covered by highly detailed scraps of cloth depicting a gold and black ornamental design she picked off of a quilt she found inside a wrecked boat. The strings that tied these little scraps of modesty were strung through various shells and stones at the ends, making the outfit look primitive.

Blinking the sun out of her eyes, Elanora strecthed for a moment and looks across the bank. Hunger prickled at her stomach. It was too late to fish now, with their bellies full, they'd be too skittish to sneak up on. She had tried to catch squirrels in the past, but unfortunately being big and white meant that she was easy to spot. The only time she had managed to catch a squirrel was during a flood, but she didn't care for the taste much. The bunyip's amber eyes drifted across the river as a figure made it's way out of the forest across from her.

From that distance the most Elanora could tell is that it was a woman with something cradled in her arms. The woman slipped the object into the river and scurried off, not even taking the time to watch it float away, which is what humans usually did whenever they floated their things down the water. Curious, the bunyip slithered into the water to see what it was. She swam up to the object and pushed it through the water with her head. Both of her tall ears stuck up out of the water on both sides of the thing, making it quite the odd spectacle for the critters of the woodlands. It was oddly heavy.

She pushed it through the water and up to a sandbar off to the side, where she couldn't be caught. She slithered onto the damp sand and took a gander at what she found. It was a basket with something wrapped up in a blanket inside. The bunyip let out a small yelp as the blanket started to writhe and churn about, emitting an alien gurgling sound. She slipped back fearfully and shuddered. She briefly considered leaving the basket there, but before she could make her choice, the blanket made another gurgle and cooed quietly, and this time, it was much more familiar. With her heart battering the inside of her chest, Elanora carefully unwrapped the blanket with a stick, keeping as far from the basket as possible.

Her thundering heart melted when she saw what was tucked into the basket. A human baby stared up at her from it's basket and began wailing and mewling for it's mother. Sadness struck her like lightining, how could somebody leave their child like alone like this, let alone a baby?! She scooped the basket up and brought it to the shore, and slithered into the forest. The poor thing continued on with it's crying as she got away from the river banks. She put down the basket on the dry ground and scooped the baby out of it's basket. The bottom of the basket was filled with water, if it had not been for her, the baby surely would have drowned.

"Shush now, you don't want any of those bad people to find you again, would you?" She cooed quietly as she held it in her arms. Elanora's face began to glow as she found that the child she found was a boy. Her monster instincts began to churn and grind at her mind, maddening her with intense excitement. What she held in her arms right now was not only a baby that needed her help, but also a future husband. The bunyip grinned at herself and quickly wrapped herself in a coil and tucked the child into her fur as it continued to whimper in frustration and confusion.

She watched the child fall asleep, buried in the white silky tangles of fluff. However, despite her eagerness to carry the child off with her to live a long and happy rest of their lives, one problem stood out in her mind. She had no milk to feed him. Once the baby was soundly napping, she gently picked him up again and took him to her warren, contemplating her next course of action.