Dragoncrest Cliffs archangel

of course not!! <3

A gentle soothe from her mother meant little to Chantale. The dead creature that had hurt her so, it was evil. No matter what her mother said.

Chantale snapped her narrow jaws, up and down, like she imagined a shark might were it stung by the devil incarnate. A dark shape offered her mother herbs, offered her pain relief, but Chantale’s unblinking, burning gaze stared at the jellyfish, documenting it. She would defeat it, she would kill one and drag it to the beach.

Another snap of imaginary serrated teeth.

Let it be so.