WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
As soon as she says it, Wessex knows it’s probably a dumb idea. The orca is a predator. The rest of the animal kingdom probably isn’t too keen on getting close to it. And after both Amun and Nate’s gentle (bless them) dismissals as Plan A, the Wraith smiles wryly. “Alright, alright. Bad idea. Plan C or D it is.” And then a light chuckle before she slips under the salty waves to do her part of the job better, because lo and behold this one is way easier yaaaay the encantados arrive.
Trying to hover some five or six feet below the surface, Wessex lets a biopulse loose when there seems to be one investigating Nate and another who’s gotten quite close to the Wraith’s face. She can’t help but look into its curious eyes and feel a pang of regret as she releases it. In any other circumstance she might have marveled at the pink dolphins, swam around with them, played even - but some things must be done. Hopefully they'll stay stunned long enough to get the blood and then they can go on their way, jaded, perhaps, about humans.
Trying to hover some five or six feet below the surface, Wessex lets a biopulse loose when there seems to be one investigating Nate and another who’s gotten quite close to the Wraith’s face. She can’t help but look into its curious eyes and feel a pang of regret as she releases it. In any other circumstance she might have marveled at the pink dolphins, swam around with them, played even - but some things must be done. Hopefully they'll stay stunned long enough to get the blood and then they can go on their way, jaded, perhaps, about humans.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
