Duck Lake just back to die

;-; <3

had caiaphas been aware, she might have noticed how he had aged -- how both of them had been warped and bent by time. he turned to her with joy rather than fear -- something not even the husk-caiaphas registered as she lumbered forth.

no, all she saw was blurring black and red. a looming beast, come to take her from kevlyn.

no! no NO NO NO NO! her mouth worked furiously, a new wave of nauseating drool replacing the stuttering horror of her non-compliant throat. he would not take her from him! not her son!

caiaphas lurched once, as if a hidden hand drove her muscle memory to activate. if spyridon had yet to move, he would find no siren at his doorstep, but a belligerent, maddened harpy -- with no goal save to desolate all that came upon her.