Blackwater Islands spider

the listener appeared at the mouth of the den. their form blotted out whatever moonlight managed to trickle within. all the wispmother could see was her mispaired eyes.

they were fixed upon the sickly child.

quietly she whispers melena.. her voice was strained out. exhausted. she was so exhausted from the mother’s torment.

kill it..

she craved an end. she was too weak to take it for herself. so again she whispers kill it.

louder now. kill it. louder, louder, louder. the wispmother screamed in agony now. kill it, kill it, KILL IT.

she screamed as her daughter rushed forward and took the whelp by the throat. she cries aloud as its blood sprayed upon the furs of the babes.

the wispmother would be unforgiven, but she was free. relief washed over her as she stared upon the corpse, then her head fell backward. she laughed.