She lures those who dare approach her vestigial waters, murmuring promises of safety and affection. As her victims step into her domain, she draws them in, chaining them in her bindings and dragging them down, where their cries will be silenced by their life draining from their body.
Those who wander, never return.
Excerpt: First Person
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come now, sweet child, lay down your head...π
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Desperation. Each victim always pulses brightly with desperation, even to their last moments, even as their air is replaced with water. They struggle amongst the bonds that chain them, and each time, I relish the acceptance and defeat that overtakes their sluggish limbs.
I have been alive for longer than even I can remember. Their memories cloud my brain, but I remember. I remember drowning with my parents, until I wasn't anymore. Whatever it was that took me that cold night, it gave me a renewed purpose. Sacrifices so the gods stay where they are.
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ease your sorrows upon this impervious mind...π
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My name is War Nymph. As were all the others that came before me. We are, or were quite unlike our cousin Nymphs. They worship the earth, the water and the sun. But we bow down to those who breathed life back into us. We honor them by sending them terrified souls, toeing the line between faithful acolyte and strong-breasted challenger.
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for whatever comes down, may never rise once more...π
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But you have listened too long now. Why don't you come on down and we can chat more...? I'll even sing you the last verse of my songspell. Stay a while, why don't you...?
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so lay your head down, down, down, rest easy from the horrors above...π
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Lore by:
RIOT
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