Dragoncrest Cliffs This island our prison, our home.

erzulie would rather have killed it. feathered; only its feathers deemed it the same. she wondered if it would feel good to grab it, snap its thin neck. instead she silently reached forward, her sea-hardened paw more able to drag the wood away from the bird's trapped foot.
she was still tense as the animal was freed; the ruby hovered close, ready to grab suzu up and take her away if the creature should threaten her with its heavy beak.
but her heart was relenting.
suzu cared for the beings of her world. it was a good thing.