Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

Marsh. Muck. Stuck to dark limbs, dripping each time one lifted from the brackish depths; not so deep here, just about a quarter up. Worm felt the slime of mud between each digit. 

Oh, but there was something nice about swamp. No place so untamed, so unable to be subjugated or bent to the whims of whoever came next. No no, the bog swallowed everything, made it apart of itself. She hoped to die some place like that when the time did come. Somewhere that would not give up its dead. Somewhere that made them its own, kept them close.

This place was one. She heard it on the wind, whispers in the spaces between the croaking of frogs, and the chirping of crickets. The tops of a shadowing canopy swayed in the gentle wind, the air a symphony of eerie creaking. Haunted. Most certainly, but was it this place or was it she herself? She was drawn here regardless, maybe just to catch frogs to feed her hungering form, or maybe to give voice to the voiceless dead.

Well, they needed to speak up.

She let her gaze drop to the water, reflection not mirrored, not in darkness like this. The bog took her face, too. Added it to the rest, a compiled menagerie of souls; she saw them in the water, brief and fleeting, more faces swirling in the muck, wordless. The vermin girl pressed her face to the surface, nose hardly a hair away from the water. Here, she would stare, stare until they all went away and crept back to their graves. She sent them back. Erylis saw ghosts and Worm dismissed them. She had no place here, nor anywhere. Dead dead dead. Bog take her too, she haunts me.

Frogs.

Gentle, tentative breath fell from her jaws as she lifted back up, and tredged further on. No more muck in this small respite, she dragged herself to a patch of not-so dry land, but land all the same. She'd snatched a frog from the reeds on her way up, the little green beast gave an unlucky bounce towards jaws quick enough to catch. Soon she would move on, soon she would find someone to entertain and be entertained in kind. Dull eyes of glimmering silver pierced through the rolling fog, watched her surroundings while she scarfed down her meager meal.