Ravensblood Forest Earthworm

Or maybe they'd come kicking and screaming. Worm would not be limited.

In a moment, he came close, his nose met with hers, cold to the touch; yet it was his eyes she focused on. Dull, ghostly silver locked with intense, blazing amber, unwavering. Her words came hushed, like it was a secret to be locked away. I'm always after something more.

Cold, sea breeze rolled through the night, whistling against the silence, soon to be broken. Simple terms laid out. Keep me happy, n' I'll do the same for you. I'll even make that a promise.

But what good was her word?

Like a curse off the lips of a sea-witch; her word came as a certainty, all wrapped up in something uneasy.