Black Morass All things devour

Envy leaned into a stretch, let her head crook to the side. Course'.

What more could she be taught? She was curious, unsated. Enough to forsake all that came before, shed like old skin, peeling away. Reptile in the glassy red of her eye, unfeeling.

Surgeons hands itched for practice. Oh it was almost a giddy thought! a spark sending electricity through her limbs, stark detachment from that sulking, sad little beast she'd been. She could listen. She would!

I'm pretty good already, you know. A prodigy! She remarked, wide-eyed and eerily calm. You could call her crazy and you wouldn't be wrong, but she knew what she was worth. She knew that refinery of such skills only made her safer, closer. she also knew that without them, she wasn't much at all.

parasite. She wanted to take more, know more.