12-29-2017, 08:11 PM
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
She has been here before. The shallow beaches that face the mainland. And apparently a perfect place to leave a perfectly good dead body on the beach. The quiet lagoon that pushes into the crook of the island, and protects it - shields it - from the rest of the angry waves. Decorated with a freshly washed up cream colored lady with... wings made of water.
Ick.
Deathwish watched from the trees, a wide wake of rot behind her - she enjoyed painting her world black. But the look of a dead horse on the beach was enough to make her pull onto the beach. She waited too long, though, because it was a mere moment before the girl woke up, screaming two names. The first was of no consequence. But the second...
Deathwish rushes forward, angrily snorting, coming to face the girl, her green mane plastered unattractively to the side of her face (thank God she's not as attractive as I am) and she immediately seers her pewter gaze on her. Her rot ability grabs the girl by the gut, twisting them and beginning the slow process. Ever so slow. Not visible from the outside, but still enough to be felt. Still painful.
"Who are you, and why are you looking for Maugrim."
Part of her hoped that the girl gave Deathwish a reason to make short work of her.
An angry, jealous, pregnant woman was not a happy creature to fuck around with.
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