Totoka River Stoned on Shiva

As Olive was swept down the river, her adrenaline abated and panic began to seep into her flesh. No longer attempting a coordinated effort to swim, Olive thrashed about in the water to simply keep her head above water. She felt a burn in her throat as many times the waves forced liquid into her nose and windpipe. Olive knew that soon her body would tire and she would truly be in danger.  With her own mortality clearly visualize, she struggled even more to reach the bank of the river. 

The river pushed her down an undefined and terrifying path with Olive completely at the will of the incredible force. For a quick moment she was directed closer to the bank, but Olive’s mind was too preoccupied to capitalize on the opportunity. At the same time, Olive felt a sharp pain that radiated through her fur and skin - as if something had grabbed her. The pain was momentary and Olive was pushed away rather quickly, but what ever sourced the pain counteracted the tenacity of the moving water. It prevented her from reentering the strongest current that swirled viciously in the center of the river.

Recognizing the sudden and fortunate contingency, Olive searched fervently for a foothold. Upon feeling the comforting sensation of mud underfoot, the fae summoned tremendous strength and hauled herself out the water. She immediately collapsed on the bank in a heap of exaustion, chest heaving. She was still unaware of what armed her out of the rushing tide, so as Olive fought for oxygen she closed her eyes and delivered a silent prayer of gratitude.