Redtail Rise wetfish

Immediately, it became clear this was a test. And she, in her infinite wisdom, had somehow managed to pass.

At least, she passed the first gate. The second would be the Queen herself. Metis swallowed down the spittle that came before bile, a sudden shiver of nerves knotting her stomach and turning her thoughts into shapeless goo.

A deep breath. Another.

I’ll meet her.

Just show’er to me

Self conscious, she went to lick at the blood drooling off her shoulder, sundering the white into red. Like a canvas soaking up the paint of a mad artist.