Post by Mazelina Occitan on Dec 29, 2017 23:19:03 GMT
Mazelina the murderer. Ah how she adored that name. Mazelina would nearly puff up at the name. It was such a compliment for the decades of work she had done. The endless black tally sacrificed in the name of revenge. Of course, one couldn’t truly believe that countless amounts of people had been claimed ‘by the sea’. That was just a little myth the two-legged spread among themselves to ensure bits of peace, and to convince themselves the merfolk dwelling in the ocean were innocent. Now if war broke out across the world? Mazelina would not complain. She would join the blood lust. Especially as there would be an abundance of food available. The delicacy of human flesh was always appetizing to Maz. And that drive for human skin was the very thing that drive Maz from her cottage at the river delta. She lay in wait at the edge of the waters. Being too far away from the water would spoil the fun of her hunts. Maz sat, perched in a rock. The rock dangled over the edge of a cliff, and below was a torrent of water. After the torrent there was a calmly lapping pool, the perfect place to kill. Behind the water fall, there was a small cavern of gemstone and many lavish rocks. Maz had been dwelling there. Her bed was a collection of soft kisses and seaweed with a blanket of air. Now, as she sat, clinging to the pathetic form of a human, hunger bubbled up through her being. ’These parts should be full of humans... Where are they?’ Maz growled with her thoughts. She elongated her claws, and teeth as well. Maz dragged them along the rock, and a horrid screeching sound split through the forest. Max’s dark leathers were starting to get soaked through. Her last good pair. She would need to go to a marketplace and purchase some more. Her only currency: her victim’s coin. With no one around—that she was aware of—Maz brooded and icily glared at the water, waiting, waiting, waiting. |