And here are the 2Ver. MOCs renders, why not. Hordika heads by OhluCG.

"Don't play coy now, little thing," she continued, shifting her weight forward to better crush the other's limbs underneath her and prevent her escape. She tilted her head in a slow, poised manner, mimicking one of Vamprah's more elegant mannerisms: "I know you've been watching me. Following me. You're nowhere near as subtle as you think you are."

Her prey's feet scraped against the gorund as she whined, guilty as charged and as powerless against the accusations as she was defenseless in her grip.

The mutated Av-Matoran lowered herself until their masks almost grazed each other, watching closely as the other did her best to put some distance between them but only found herself stuck between the deformed body and the cold hard ground.

Fear shimmered enticingly within the Komau's sockets.

"I know what you think of me - of this," she growled, wings arching as if to gesture at her unusual frame. "I know you find me revolting, abnormal, unnatural... And it piques your interest."

She huffed in bitter amusement when the Ga-Matoran attempted to avert her eyes.

Tsk.

Coward.

With a harsh flinch Gavla doubled the pressure onto the smaller limbs, tearing a yelp from them as she settled heavily on the other's stomach with all her weight to knock the wind out of her.

"I'm not some freak experiment for you to gawk and laugh at when you think I'm not there to hear it - and I assure you, I am always there," she snarled right in her audio receptor. "So listen carefully, and mark my words: the next time I find you spying on me, near or far that you may be, I will sneak into your home while you sleep and rip your throat out with my teeth so quickly that you won't even have the time to scream."

"Wrow," the Ga-Matoran peeped, flustered.

Both froze.

Clearly.

That was not meant to be vocalized.

After what felt like five hundred thousand years, with heartlights flashing wildly and dark blue masks now turning almost hot white from sheer embarrassment, Gavla coughed to the side and clumsily peeled herself off of the other Matoran, who was far too deep in the throes of mortification to bother even just attempting to scuttle away or move in any manner.

"So," the mutated female babbled, stumbling back into the exit of her hideaway on unsteady legs, "If you- just- I, I think I've made myself, uh, clear. Remem- remember what I said. About... Yes."

Her prey gave a high pitched hum in confirmation, and she made her less than graceful exit in a hurry.

-

"Forgive me if it comes out of nowhere, but has Vhisola been asking you about... Bats?"

"Hm? Vhisol- oh, yes, actually, she did come to me about them! She was rather interested in learning about their teeth, and also the caretaking of their wings specifically - which reminds me, by the way, did you know that the Bara Magnan sand bat is not actually a bat? They call it like that solely because of the shape of the wings! It doesn't have any relation to proper bats at all! Apparently it's because they are 'mammals', which means that they-"

Nokama very gently stopped her fellow Turaga by wrapping her hands around his own.

"Please don't encourage her." she said, tone exhausted.

Whenua blinked, looking back and forth between her Rau and the grip she had on his fingers. Softly, he dared ask: "Is there something I should be worried about...?"

His sister sighed deeply: "She has another shrine."

"... About bats?" he tried.

Nokama pivoted him to look at a colorful group of Matoran just a few bio away. The only blue armored being in the ensemble sported a pair of spindly, bony wings and was keeping the others away from herself by snapping aggressively and threatening them with her claws.