07-18-2018, 05:08 PM
The silky line of Abathur's net hadn't been in the water for long, at most perhaps ten minutes, before it received a sizeable tug. Not long after, the crocodile lifted her head just above the lake's surface to reveal it snagged around her snout. Xapul, after registering just who it was at the shoreline, snapped her jaws in an attempt to break the web-weaved net, and said: "Oh, greetings." When she'd opted for a short swim today, she hadn't quite imagined to run into anyone else. It wasn't often that she spied other members purposely delving into the murky waters, so it came to a surprise when there was a small group on the shore.
Ply her heart with gold and silver.
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...