Blackwater Islands driftwood

driftwood

Down, down she went, into the icy depths, only to bob back up like a cork. Choking on salt water, the waves pressing her head beneath the surface again and again.

Her flailing paws hitting something slick

driftwood

Her cheek pressed against the cold damp. Her eyes near-swollen shut.

The waves undulating, carrying her out to sea

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@Driftwood. She remembered that; she remembered him, from Undersea. Was he dead, too? Perhaps he had taken shape within this namesake, a battered shard of sequoia floating below the cliffs.

A cosmic hug from an old friend. Taking her away, taking her to another life.

How soon would she see them all again?

She closed her eyes

driftwood

and opened them, washed up among rocks, the bark caught in straggling damp fur and her lungs on fire as she sputtered and coughed and heaved in huge gasps for air

driftwood

If this was the Void, it was gray as hell, and fucking freezing.

Perhaps it would get better.

but

driftwood

her breathing still came

and the pain remained

"Heh. I'm not finished with you yet, my dear," came Sheogorath's voice, vibrating through the

driftwood

and then it was carried off to sea again,

leaving her here to

live