12-13-2020, 07:37 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Baloo+Tamma+2|Rock+Salt&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.wiggity_container{position:relative;z-index:0;width:500px;background:transparent;font:14px 'Baloo Tamma 2', sans-serif;line-height: 1.25;border-radius: 20px;border-left: 0px solid #5f80a2;border-right: 0px solid #5f80a2;box-shadow: 0 0 0px #b9b64d;}.wiggity_container img {width: 500px;border-radius: 0 0 16px 16px}.wiggity_container p{margin: 0;}.wiggity_pic {position: relative;z-index: 0;right: -70px;top:0px;}.wiggity_message {position: relative; z-index: 2;right: 50px;top: -127px;text-align: justify;width: 400px;padding: 25px 25px 25px 25px;color: #f5ebeb;border-radius: 10px;background:#b87c7c;box-shadow: 0 0 5px #f5ebeb}.wiggity_quote {padding-top: 0px;font: 15px 'Rock Salt';color: #850001;}</style><center><div class="wiggity_container"><p class="wiggity_pic"><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/j2GtNVHB/jumper-by-footybandit.png"></p><div class="wiggity_message">I lurk in the northern sea, in the grey, frosted, water, feeding on fish and the bull kelp which grow high as redwood trees beneath the waves. The mackerel move through the kelp like birds through the forest and the oil in their flesh becomes the oil in <I>my</I> flesh, but I grow weary of their flavor, after a time, and drag myself to the gravelly, foggy shores of the Aboveworld. On this day, it is a foolish child that I find, curled up and sleeping beside the incoming tide, breath rolling her sides like the waves which roll and crash above my home with a noise like thunder. Her eyes open slow and discover <I>me</I>, Struan the Nuckelavee, and she smiles like some wicked, bright thing, trying her magic on me.
I am too powerful a creature to be hindered by <I>that</I> my child. The sharp stone of the beach cuts the bile-yellow veins and black blood hisses its poison onto them, sending hermit crabs scuttling away because they know to fear me. I am destruction, but the girl still pauses, red eyes matching mine, tracing the foul lines of my body and the noxious plume of smoke that stains the saltgrass around us black with death.
Finally, she runs. Up and up, leaping the heather and brambles like a white deer. She is so much faster than I expected, but I am not of this world, with two thick-muscled arms that reach and rake and scoop the earth from my way, and she cannot escape my dogged chase. I can taste the way fear lights up her veins when my fingers snatch at the moths that follow in her wake; when they turn to dust and the porcelain white strands of her tail singe and smoke. My favorite seasoning is the way terror salts the flesh of the horses, the way the smoke of my breath feeds disease into them. In the end, there is nothing to be done, nothing to impignorate, they always find their way into the gnashing piscine fangs, my skinless fingers pressing into weak and feverish flesh, plucking out eyes wet with tears like seawater.
This is the future we both know awaits the young albino as she races, heart beating over-hard and breath rasping in tired lungs. Over heath and dale, we run, and at last, she is tripping on weary feet, falling through a hedge and--
<I>SPLASH!</I>
I screech in pain when the peat water strikes my hungry hand. The freshwater leaves wicked purple bruises across bare muscle, pops vein and artery and leaves <I>my</I> flesh smoking are sore. Atop my back, the rolling head screams and yowls and its body wrenches itself as though to part from me, but we are one. To it, at least, I am inescapable. In my ears, the tea-stained wretch's voice sings insults, but I ignore them, withdrawing instead to the sea where the brine will quickly heal and the mackerel are easier prey.
There will be another day. And game less quick, less lucky than she.
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I am too powerful a creature to be hindered by <I>that</I> my child. The sharp stone of the beach cuts the bile-yellow veins and black blood hisses its poison onto them, sending hermit crabs scuttling away because they know to fear me. I am destruction, but the girl still pauses, red eyes matching mine, tracing the foul lines of my body and the noxious plume of smoke that stains the saltgrass around us black with death.
Finally, she runs. Up and up, leaping the heather and brambles like a white deer. She is so much faster than I expected, but I am not of this world, with two thick-muscled arms that reach and rake and scoop the earth from my way, and she cannot escape my dogged chase. I can taste the way fear lights up her veins when my fingers snatch at the moths that follow in her wake; when they turn to dust and the porcelain white strands of her tail singe and smoke. My favorite seasoning is the way terror salts the flesh of the horses, the way the smoke of my breath feeds disease into them. In the end, there is nothing to be done, nothing to impignorate, they always find their way into the gnashing piscine fangs, my skinless fingers pressing into weak and feverish flesh, plucking out eyes wet with tears like seawater.
This is the future we both know awaits the young albino as she races, heart beating over-hard and breath rasping in tired lungs. Over heath and dale, we run, and at last, she is tripping on weary feet, falling through a hedge and--
<I>SPLASH!</I>
I screech in pain when the peat water strikes my hungry hand. The freshwater leaves wicked purple bruises across bare muscle, pops vein and artery and leaves <I>my</I> flesh smoking are sore. Atop my back, the rolling head screams and yowls and its body wrenches itself as though to part from me, but we are one. To it, at least, I am inescapable. In my ears, the tea-stained wretch's voice sings insults, but I ignore them, withdrawing instead to the sea where the brine will quickly heal and the mackerel are easier prey.
There will be another day. And game less quick, less lucky than she.
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