THE CONFETTI OF SHATTERED MIRRORS // rampaging gore dragon

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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 collision of noise above the water caught the crocodile's attention, diverting her from the NPC she was devouring, quickly finishing her unlucky snack with a final swallow and snap of her jaws, shrinking back into the water from the roots of he tree she had rested against. In her jaws sat the NPC wolf's head, waterlogged and long drowned, spine snapped in an earlier death roll. Head kept firmly between her teeth, slicing through the water towards the scene of noise and strange voices.

As she approached, a scent filled her nostrils. Pitt. Fuckers. Holding back a growl, she listened to the horrible screeching of the damn creature throwing its own tantrum, observing it eating its own leg and watching it regrow. Like a rabid creature it seemed. Tongue clucking in her mouth, watching, waiting as Silent appeared. Awesome, the Big Fuck was here. The oversized not-rabid dragon thing ahead of them was their target. She could fuckin respect that- after all the fucker had interrupted her snacking. She wasn't too mad - there was a bigger chunk of flesh to eat right here. She wondered how not-rabid dragon would taste like. Chicken maybe, but overly greasy?

Eyes narrowing as a sphinx cat and dragon hybrid flashed by, a scent on the hybrid that alerted her. Antlers like the Patriarchs. Body like the Patriarch and her own. The gene pool had spread. This one was new, maybe her brother had known this one before she'd possessed his body and he'd returned home. Didn't matter now. Watching as the hybrid attacked, amusement filtering through her like wildfire. Ah, the Lingré family was a bunch of chaotic fuckers like normal, new or not, at home or here.

Making her own appearance, the saltie twisted her body, throwing the head at the monstrosity of vale and jack, trying to hit the head mauling its own leg, not bothering to announce herself. Water rippled around her, sliding over and around her body, her eyes gleaming with sharp and aggressive interest as she cut her way through the water. If it was in the water or on the ground it was prey. The siren didn't give a shit, she could get it from the air if it tried to escape. Hunger boiled in the pits of her stomach alongside her annoyance. Snack interrupted and time stolen by this interaction. Annoying thing. Surging forward with the aid of the water, feeling as if it was as hungry as she, aimed at the beast's legs, aiming to sink her teeth into the leg it wasn't mauling, the water around her body lashing out in thin whips to attempt to smack and entangle the other legs of the thing. -

[W]isker