“I’ll be back.” She tells her daughter, sliding her body against the young women’s almost matching curves like a lioness to another as she leaves. Let watches her mother go, tossing her tail at the evening bugs as the sun sets beyond where her mother is headed. She takes in a deep breath as her mother’s body crests the hill and disappears into the burning oranges and reds of the horizon.
What a greedy little piglet she is, coming to ask for more.
She is a gifted healer, her daughter too, by the grace of the fairies or the Gods or whomever pulls the strings. Well, she wants more then. More life, life everlasting, something she may even pass on to more children if she sees fit to make them. Her father is immortal, which isn’t to say he can’t get murdered, but it is a little bit harder with it – she supposes so, anyway. And so for a long time Kota has pondered whether or not, or how she will go about finding the drop of everlasting life to drink.
Where may she find the fountain of youth, nay, the fountain of immortality?
The climb is arduous, aggravating and at times perilous. Rocks crack and shift beneath her, loose gravelly pathways sometimes allowing her to slip and almost tumble off the side of the mountain’s steep and murderous face. She tries to stay calm, but each small makes her heart stop and then return to beating within her throat; she can hear the thumping in her ears, feel it in her legs. Her adrenaline rises as she climbs higher, finally reaching the rocky beasts summit, it’s heart. She stands there at its peak, on a piece of flattened and cleared rockface, smooth with ritual use. She hangs her head to draw in deep breaths, trying to recover her strength from her ascent.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
kota's lookin to get IMMORTALITY @[Officials]
