Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
She couldn’t have heard him coming if she tried. Little did she know, but the man before her had had more than a lifetime’s experience of practice in sneaking up on people. Deathwish, barely two years old, though born of power of her own, would only come into such abilities through practice and dedication—and being old. Like him. And so, when he speaks to her, in that gruff tone… she startles. Deathwish jumps back, her look anything but friendly and open, and on instinct, she wills the flesh on his body to begin rotting away…a state that only lasts for a few seconds as she collects herself and her ears rotate forward curiously and she restores him. His words croon to her, his voice graveley, and she is immediately embarrassed, though she does not allow herself to show any emotion. Grandmere would not be pleased if she did. Composed, serene, perfect.
And purple.
You will not embarrass the family.
Though her parents probably would not care what she did.
Cold perfection rests upon her face and she rolls her shoulders back and straightens her posture. Smooth lavendar grey pelt blends into the shadows, and she looks at the man, and at her rock, and back at him again. Abandoning her collection—with a silent promise to return and put them away hiden behind her rock again—she gives her attention to the man who had broken her reverie.
“It’s a dead fresh water clam that has washed up on the shore,” she croons dismissively, appearing far less interested in the mysterious little object than she actually was. She looks up at him, her gently curving body stepping forward to examine his body in what little light there was to see. He was so dark, except those scars… and those eyes. Her father had eyes like that.
So she took a step back, noting his sense of quiet power, and roved her eyes over his body. Those scars. “Did I cause those? I am… still learning.” she makes contact with his eyes again, trying to ignore the lump in her throat. “Don’t sneak up on me.” She coughs a little, and settles her features once again. Cool serenity. Nothing less than perfection.
“I’m Deathwish.”
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