Serpent Lake הזר

The river ran. Between it and the sand that hugged its bank, there, the imp treaded the fine line of its wire. As if she could move endlessly, and her legs could carry her mortality just a bit farther each day. Through night, through day, through morning, through twilight, she moved. Akashingo to her back, she carried furs to the great Hebsut beyond the way of the river. A safer passage of travel, it was hardly questionable as to why. With near water, and the abundant marks of land to decide, 'I am here' when each mark was hit.

It was only when the moon was high that she moved in recent times. A true entity now, and some nights, she did not appear at Akashingo or Muat-riya. Sometimes, she was nowhere.
Nowhere to be found at all.

The shadow nymph's silhouette closed in on a lanky figure lurking by the run of water. Soon, prowling. Staring. Quietly moving her feet far beyond the back of the man. Slow. Angry. But what was she? But a mink who could hardly carry the weight of her own waist.