Bearclaw Valley drowning

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Whoever she wanted — Oh, if only she had any enemies. She stuck mostly to the maddening depths of these Valleys these days, even though her mortal body longed for something else. Her mind flashed instantly to Powergirl @Kiwi. Perhaps not murder, but to see her body at the ghost's whims and to cut into her held a certain appeal. Just to feel her squirm and to taste of her blood and whisper sweet profanity in her ears. Those thoughts sent a thrill through the ghost's body and for a moment she wondered if it would be an alternative deal that she could strike.

But, ah — would it sate the bear's hunger, though?

No, Powergirl was hers alone if she ever got her paws on her, and for matters far different than just ripping out her throat. The thought was tempting, but the priest would rather keep this in her own control. Besides, Powergirl did not necessarily need to die, if the circumstances did not call for it.

The answer to his suspicion lay in her answer, which was ready fast after she thought of Powergirl and realised she did not want to kill her — but someone like her would suit her just fine.

A woman, said the priest to Bear, her eyes ablaze with madness and desire both. A strong, feisty woman who will struggle until the very end. But I will have the last bite — she can be just alive, as long as she still has fire left in her eyes. Not normally one to demand, it might surprise some that the priest was so quick to cash in on her check now. It was perhaps partly because usually, she was not offered — and now she was, so she demanded what was offered already — and partly because of the growing madness inside of her head that seemed more all-consuming with every day.