pressure coming down in waves ⫸ reorganizing

[teef]

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THE SIREN OF THE AZURE

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] The silence of the swamp was pressing on her, like an annoying fly. She drifted through the swamp waters, tail acting as a rudder for mindless movements and changes of direction. Majority of her body underwater, eyes half closed as she maneuvered, picking up on the scent of rotting wood. Well, shit, most of the swamp had something rotten somewhere but this scent was closer to her point of orientation. Swimming closer, she came to discover several of the trees in the area had become bedridden with bugs.  Well, that would certainly explain the stink, though most of the dead trees were hollow from their afflictions.

If she wanted, she could knock these over with just a bit of brute force. Lifting her head to the sky, remembering the voices of Tanglers passing her by unexpectedly, hearing of the drought that had almost destroyed the group. It wouldn't hurt to do some ... redecorating, especially with some of the territory still suffering the effects of that drought that had all but ruined the territory. Drifting there for some time, enjoying the sunlight that fell through to her scaly back, twisting her body suddenly and slamming her body against the roots of one of the worst trees. They would drift wherever for the time being, but she had plans in mind for the old wood in the future. Just as she had those plans, the woman had another plan in mind.

She'd seen this one around recently, a tall mass of fucking whatever the hell he was. He looked funky to her, hell, she'd grown up under her father's guidance, very little could scare her. She'd seen enough battlefields that horror was not something she thought she could ever feel again. No, this eldritch beast had caught her attention since she'd seen it existing. It ate. Which was fucking cool to watch. Maybe she'd left a few bodies out for him over the time since she'd seen him. Another cannibal, fuck yes. Idea formulating in her mind, listening to the crunching and snapping of wood as the tall tree tumbled, knocking into its fellows before falling into the water with a grand splash, sending up birds screaming in alarm.

A wicked idea filled her mind, watching the water roar into the sky around the tree. Clearing her throat, she would raise her voice, knowing that some would be coming to check out the loud crash and splash, followed by the echoing bang of the hollow trees. Shit this was fun. "EY [member=2955]SILENT[/member] , COME HERE, I GOT SOMETHING FUN TO DO",  she roared, relying on her lungs to help her out here. Well, she'd give him some food following this, but she planned to initiate a tussle with him that may or may not bring even greater destruction. More material to work with and less trees in the way of swimming around.
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[W]isker

[Luciferr]

S I L E N T

AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW

long thin ears pricked at the sound of a familiar voice - whom he’d come to found had been leaving bodies behind for him, thoughtful of her and silent could respect that she’d tried to take a bite out of his arm once, not many did that on a first meeting.

And as all great respects start, they did like to gossip amidst eating whatever they wished.

Silent’s course altered as he moved towards where the voice had called from, strange and grotesque form somehow weaving through the swamp and denser trees with absolute ease as only a cryptid of his proportions could manage as he rolled his tendril wreathed shoulders, hearing the cracking of grotesquely bulging bones at the movement.

It wasn’t long before he came to a halt where Mei had called from and inclined his head, the double jaws parting to speak in jointed tongues ”you rang?” he drawled, ‘looking’ down for all that the creature with no visible eyes could somehow look down - something fun to do hm? Would make for a nice change mayhaps.

#psychosocial.

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THE SIREN OF THE AZURE

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] His arrival elicited a grin from her, as much as a croc could smile that is, "Damn right I rang. What do you think of wrestling and 'accidentally' wrecking some deadwood and 'accidentally' doing some flooding?", she would ask. It wasn't so much asking as a suggestion, this gossip buddy of hers was fun to do things with, even if only eating and talking. That first meeting they'd shared had been very ... interesting. They'd both gotten across their drive for being bastards, or at least the lack of shits to give about those around them. It had been fairly funny actually, she didn't like being predictable - kept the spice in life alive. Half the time even she didn't know the shit she'd pull. Turning her head back to the eldritch beast, grinning wordlessly.

She couldn't explain the joy it brought her to destroy shit, unparalleled joy. Destruction was something fun - something beneficial in this case. A thing she could do easily. "I got plans for the trees and shit, they're dead anyways buttttttt I think it would be fun to see the land-livers scrambling away from the water", she chuckled, eye fixing on the empty sockets. Maybe he couldn't see it, but she could describe it to him, "And there's bound to be a few animals still caught in this area. Free fuckin food."

There was nothing better than free shit. -

[W]isker

[Luciferr]

S I L E N T

AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW

silent rocked back and forth on his many legs as if mulling it over before that rictus grin on both maws spread wide.

Ah but he did so like Mei’s ideas - finally someone who knew how to throw good entertainment.

So with a crack of multiple limbs stretching themselves in readiness, the beast nodded ”you’re on” and already prepared leapt to attempt wrestling her down and into the nearest batch of dying and dead trees.

//short gotta eat

#psychosocial.