After transmigrating to Terra, I became a symbiote on the verge of starving to death. My only way to survive was to feed on my host's emotions. So I chose that lonely Sarkaz girl-Wis'adel. She gave me a place to live, and I became her most powerful living armor. We depended on each other, grew together, and walked side by side- Until her feelings could no longer satisfy my hunger for greater power. So I found a new host. Years later, clad in black-and-crimson living armor, Wis'adel points her cannon at a Lupo girl wearing a black-and-blue symbiote suit, a dangerous smile curling at her lips. "Today, only one of you gets to stay by my side." "That won't do. You're both my wings." P.S. This is not a Marvel-style symbiote story, so do not apply Marvel symbiote lore to it.