My Words Can Come Out Like a Pistol

Onyx nodded a little. Yeah. I think it's okay now. But neither of us were expecting it. She sighed quietly. Her mother hadn't seemed to know it was ill. She ate the gull. Two days later she was lying on her deathbed saying her final words to Onyx before an angel would take her away from life. The kiss of death would be upon her. Onyx had mourned underground. After a week she was starving and came out to hunt. Her schedule became living underground and hunting every other day. It suited her for four months, before she became curious and restless. And she set out across the sea to begin her little life.