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And right he was, that's where he found Wyll, his skin glowing iridescently, tail squished awkwardly againts a rock he was leaning on. Astarion let the glamour that concealed his non-elven features drop before he closed the distance. Pale scales up to his cheeks, tail long and eel like, subtle gills, his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. It was freeing, to be seen in the form thast is most natural to him right now without hearing Cazador's nagging, even better, to know he will be seen as just another of his kind. Wyll looked up at him like he knew; both what Astarion is and how he was approaching.
Both Wyll and Astarion are a type of an rare water monsters that changes form depending on the phase of the Moon, and feeds on life energy of prey they lure to their death in the depths. And oh no, the tadpoles are here and they need to save the world with a group of other weirdoes. Now after the crisis is averted Astarion looks back on that period of his life.
(Astarion is not a vampire spawn, Cazador just bound him magically in a way that could be only broken by ending Cazador's undeath.)