scrub a dub dub, i'm sad in the tub
11-27-2021, 07:19 PM
He greeted her in his normal manner and the only reaction from the big fae was a twitch of scarred brow. Some wolves had returned to the living whole and young but she was still as mangled and broken as she had been in life. Perhaps it was such a great part of the woman that even her dead subconscious couldn't see herself as any different. Either way, she knew that she was a crone and hearing it didn't matter much. Not when you were already dead. Ego meant little. Askan hadn't chosen to return either and it was no surprise. Who asked the dead what they wanted? Resin's haunches folded and she seated herself at the edge of the pool where the earthen man was submerged. He asked what happened to her and she raised a paw to the golden dribble continually leaking from her eye. "I don't rightly know. The same that's happening to the living, somehow. You've seek how they leak and the things that grow from them." How could he not? It was the new way of the world. Wolves were dropping over dead from fungi and crystals. Choking on their own fluids. The world was a dark place now. "Have you learned anything about it?" Dark ears shifted forward as she looked to the brute for information. "Resin"
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