Greatwater Lake senet

an urchin. the cultspawn was amused by this. rare, her amusement. rarer, her smiles, yet one stretched wide and threatening across darkling features; unnatural, full of teeth.

your father?

my father is death, asperas enunciated carefully, a terrible disjointed laugh cascading from her. the unchild pressed forward, crowding the pale man and snapping wildly at his muzzle, his throat —

only for a few brief scathing moments, and the feral child darted away, heedless of whether she'd truly caught flesh and tracing the path she'd followed here. asperas did not falter or turn back, but sought her companion with all the smug, manic energy of any mischievous child who has just pulled off the ultimate prank.