Children are things that have no mind of the horrors beneath the sea, creatures of unadulterated wonder and innocence. Children, in some way, have always been a parasite to her: a weakness that burrowed well beneath hairless skin and brittle ribcage- the rotting organs and all the visceral offal turned to rancor and fetish mess. The blackened and cancerous heart pulses and beats; but Yidhra can already feel the worms and maggots- the spiteful larvae eating away at what remained.
Abashed is young, and feels strange: watching and studying- walking through tree and brush: writhing each tendril as if she sought to grab and stick to all and cavernous rock. It cries out, speaks and she recognizes parts of the child in a way that are similar to Carnage… to her father.
“You are most certainly lost.” she purrs, waterlogged lungs heaving and her dead eyes following the child’s movements.
Yidhra is tall, but not monstrous, a creature of dark blue and black flesh varnished and spattered by grey and white: hairless and wet. Where her man and tail should be tentacles writhe and stretch: long and barbed with hooks and sucker cups alike. They touch the ground, even on her neck where the mane should be, and those on her shoulders reach out to brush away the forelock mass and reveal the teal eyes with orange flecks and barbell shaped irises. Her face lacks a nose and there is instead a conal mass of more tendrils, but rather than expose her beak: she hides it.
Graceful in every step she watches: blinking and stopping some feet away as she slithers from corners and shadows: as she exists in a manner that should not be. To the girl she feels a pulse: a resonance like her own, something in the blood calls to her and she watched Abashed.
“Stumbling into Pangea now? Or perhaps you have always been; but, such a terrible fate. Sickness lives here, infection and terrible danger. I am Yee tho rah (Yidhra), the Archon of Pangea and a member of the Eastern Council. Do you know where you came from, my darling?” she is keen to speaks in polite ways, to lack malice and project only inquisitive politeness.
Yidhra
@[abashed]