Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
He has been waiting for her. That is the only explanation for why he has managed to catch her unawares. The time in Hyaline, she watched him. A quizzical brow and a cold look of contentment as he found his satisfaction in positively drowning the area around him. The stink and stench that came as a result of the rotting that took place there. The destruction that he seemed so happy to incur on those he called friends; it was beautiful. And so, after it was all over, they’d gone their separate ways with a promise to meet up again later—much later if Deathwish had anything to say about it. She’d snorted, and gone back to her patch of trees in the forest. Her lavender grey body drew into the shadows. Her travels brought her past the pond often enough, that when it seemed much quieter than usual—more sinister—she should have known what lay beneath the watery depths. And yet, the curse of her father’s curiosity drove her forward. Her silver grey eyes lined the horizon as she dragged her gaze across the pond, looking for the faintest hint of any ripples. She snorted, flared her nostrils. She flicked her tail and turned away from the water’s edge, intent on going to find her collection of dead things… (a collection that was ever growing), when it happened—Deathwish screeched aloud, feeling the waves raising up like wet, soggy fingers as they picked her up and dragged her into the water, holding her under the water, gripping her belly and covering her mouth as she kicked and flailed, her eyes blinking angrily as she saw the way the grey light of the day rippled from underneath the water’s surface. For a moment, her wits escaped her. She struggled against the ebb and flow. She cussed an explicative, closed her eyes and rotated her body, kicking whatever force it was that held her under the water. FUCK YOU! See how you like it!
Every last thing in the pond, the fish, the plants, the animals… Deathwish crooks a brow as she causes all living things within drop dead, decomposing as their skin is stripped from their bones, their innards turning to watery mush. Everything but the thing holding her beneath. She opens her mouth to speak, taking in more water as she tries to kick against it, rotting it as much as she could. Pounding her legs, DW struggles back to the surface, breaking the waterline with an angry gasp as she struggles to breathe. To be seen so unkempt, dirty and gross as the pondscum covers her back and legs--it was purely undignified! UNFORGIVEABLE
She curls her lip and shakes vigorously, her angry voice showing above the low roar of the water splashing behind her, and a dark cackle that accompanies it. Instantly, she knows who it is, and that she should have known who it had been all along. Her heart quickens, but buried under a layer of pond gunk, she finds that she is none too amorous of the water-wolf behind her.
“MAUGRIM! You bastard! Ugh, look what you did to me!”
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