Surface (Chapter 2)
Elizabeth had been part snapping turtle, part hermit crab.
The Adventure Begins
He turned to ask eno what was happening when he saw a hermit crab rushing at them. jutan was about to attack it when eno pounded it, crushing it's shell in.
The New Feelings?
It was possible that she was healing him, but he was too confused to care very much “what’s a hermit crab without its shell? what about a canine without its fur?” he managed to ask. her scrubbing slowed down, but had not completely stopped yet. “um...”
Lonely Oak Chapter 39
There was a hermit-crab that looked fake until emeral saw it wiggle and walk a few steps before its home sucked it back in. "rv or tent?" the otter at the counter inquired, setting up arrangements with the adults.
Promised Land
Eli's parents had disowned her for having moved away to the Middle East with Mano, but Eli hadn't cared. If anything, she'd been only too glad to cut them out of her life as well. Mano missed her parents sometimes, but children grew up, pursued love...
Rising Tide
When she'd first retreated into it, she'd felt like a hermit crab hiding in its shell herself.
Sources
Half sea turtle, half hermit crab, she suffered from the intersecting stigmas of fish, reptiles and hybrids alike. she needed to breathe but also to stay moist to be able to stay alive, and her sleep cycles amounted to a lifelong sleep disorder.
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The skull was merely a shell, a vessel within which she could retreat when it was necessary, like a hermit crab or a snail. the “smoke," as others called it, was her true self. that was why it caused her so much pain when it was burned away.
With The Flow
_'I hate this.'_ Afternoon. Cold skyscrapers hid the setting sun with their straight lines and right angles. Mano missed the reassuring ocean depths around her, the protective cocoon of her sub. The bus station was a river, the swarming masses,...
Fishers of Men
'How cheerfully he seems to grin...' (How Doth the Little Crocodile, Lewis Carroll) Ammut had been left on the doorstep of a Brazilian orphanage before he'd been old enough to have known how to talk. He'd been far too young to have even remembered...
Personal Space
Part snapping turtle, part hermit crab, elizabeth would've been the first to tell mano that she should've been airing out her pain then and there, no matter what anyone else thought. it'd been something the cephalopod envied her, weirdly.
Saltwater
Mano had tried to have been just as optimistic about them moving from the Middle East to Brazil as she'd been about them having moved from India to the Middle East in the first place. Cephalopods were relentlessly curious creatures, always exploring...