12-13-2017, 11:48 AM
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
The irony was so blatant that she was currently where she was, that she could hardly believe it. She was living on Ischia - at least for the time being - where the leader was a child of her pompous windbag of a grandfather. The justice of such was bitter sweet. On the one hoof, she saw the justice returned to her family in that raid all those years ago. On the other - well. She wasn't sure that there was another. All she knew was that Grandmere, if she had not left these shores, would have been exceedingly proud. And who would have thought of what it would have taken to get her to come back here.
She had come seeking Jah-Lilah.
She had stayed even when she had been made aware that the priestess in all her glory had departed the island. The idea of such wild growth and tropical plants called to her and made her giddy - so many things to kill. To rot down, create stink. She'd have the ability to create and take away life at a whim. The sensation was heady, and she found that at least for a short while, she would linger here.
There was something about the self-imposed demon that she had met that one time that she did not trust. Something that made her want to rot his face off. He had come out of nothing, proclaimed himself faithful, attempting to take a prominent place next to the brand new Keeper. Deathwish was itching for some drama - some chaos - this was true, but something did not sit right in her belly with that one, and so she quietly - perfectly - has decided to stay around for the sake of Krone.
Covelings have to stick together, after all, and Grandmere had taught her from infancy to always protect the family. Even if she hated them all, it was ingrained in her.
She hated it.
So, on a quiet day, the grey pearlescent mare has gone to the furthest most reaches of Ischia, to start her brand new collection of dead things. A flower, a coconut, all manner of new and unsual bird species - dead and rotted by the power of her blood. She smiles darkly - a rare display of pure happiness, and she looks around to see if anyone is watching.
When she appears to be alone - though the water is rippling, and ears - and girly parts - are twitching, she stares her pewter eyes at one of the dead birds. Bringing about a reverse of her magic, she returns the bird to life. Bright red plumage with purple feathers, a small beak and black eyes. but it does not stray far from Deathwish, instead choosing a perch near her shoulder when it starts to sing.
All her focus is on the bird, and yet, a familiar tugging of her body - in that oh so familiar way - was like a sixth sense to her now. It did not take magic to know who lurked in the water behind her.
"I wondered when I would see you again, Maugrim."
Her voice is detached - dis-genuine. And yet, the thrumming in her heart is one that is methodic and pure. She only wondered what would happen to her this time on this particular little rendezvous.
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