reality whispers a different tune underwater
It doesn’t remember what its name is. It has been so long since anyone had ever called it by it that it had merely forgotten the need for names. Regardless, the creature tugs at Delta’s hair, purrs in only the way a creature born and created and lived for thousands of years within the waters can. As Delta turns around she’ll be met with sharp teeth, the many eyes staring back at her as it swirls and continues to fiddle with her hair.
And oh, is the question loaded. ”Is it not the circle of life, Delta? That the Cloud Manta must die so others can live?” It asks, a riddle of sorts. ”Besides… What good does the merfolk get when dealing with these…humans, anyway.” Clearly there’s some sharp distaste to the word it uses as the spirit spins in the water and abandons Delta, suddenly feeling very much like this won’t get anywhere. ”I cannot help you.” It is bluntly put, before disappearing completely in a puff of more ink, leaving Delta alone in the water once more.
And oh, is the question loaded. ”Is it not the circle of life, Delta? That the Cloud Manta must die so others can live?” It asks, a riddle of sorts. ”Besides… What good does the merfolk get when dealing with these…humans, anyway.” Clearly there’s some sharp distaste to the word it uses as the spirit spins in the water and abandons Delta, suddenly feeling very much like this won’t get anywhere. ”I cannot help you.” It is bluntly put, before disappearing completely in a puff of more ink, leaving Delta alone in the water once more.
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