Dragoncrest Cliffs angels in tibet

borders ankyra! @Mireille @Chacal @Val :D

judith had always imagined whatever afterlife there was that her maman had whispered about — it'd be a lot like margaritaville. but from the wrothful torrent spitting against the ebony rocks, astutely, nothing like margaritaville (her mother was very much making fun of her. maliciously.)

the revenant girl retained a whole lot of her past save for why she was pushed off a cliff as the surface blinked away. she'd always though the bottom of the sea would be a fine sepulcher.

everything at the bottom of these cliffs was all peril, and doom, very much aaah! — the water still lapping with condemnatory where it met land. in that sense, the ocean was a very unhealed klepto, a sister who borrowed her sister's clothes, stretched them out, spat them back sometimes, or just plainly designed to keep them.

her fur was cast in disarray, curled and corded, water condensed in her lungs as if on a potlid. sea-froth crackling on her skin like brittle cassava, she shook her pelt and pursued her lip as she searched the shore with sparkling ocean jaspers.