already dead | o, joining

[merlin]

⛥ there's talk going 'round this town ⛥

the great beast wouldn't be alone for too long, heavy paws of bone color drifitng along with a quick pace. a voice that she didn't know reached her ears and brought her all too quickly to the shore. she remembered the feeling of water seeping into her from every angle, from the mouth and nose. drowning ... drowning was never a fun thing. before her wide-eyed gaze would be a dark wyvern, spitting out water.

her jog slowed as she approached the wyvern with a cautious, "aye. ya alright?", as she stepped closer. well shit, that was a dumb question to ask considering he seemed to be soaked to the bone, "easy there big fella. easy ....", she rumbled as she came to a stop in front of him. was it a bad idea to ask who he was? maybe so, it wasn't something the fae was going to ask at this very moment. "you uh, you climbed out of the water huh?", she asked, memories of meeting atbash swirling behind her eyes and causing her chest to squeeze and ache. breathing in and out, staring at him in consternation. not the smoothest greeting, merlin.

short bc dying phone agh//