Anandi does not care about the disappearances or the deaths. But she cares about eating, and one day all the food is gone. Small cats, big cats, bushy-necked squirrels, green-eyed mice, a thousand types of birds, razor-toothed geese– they’re all gone. Even the reef fish that surrounded the island, vanished just like that. Eden, gone to rot in the blink of an eye.
And don’t get her started on the sun. That gaudy, pompous eyesore, showboating around like it was a fucking parade.
Hunger forces her to leave the cool cover of the ocean. The sun merrily wicks the water from her skin (pervert) and within a matter of minutes all that’s left of the sea is Anouk (pressed carefully to the shaded curve of her stomach) and grainy flecks of salt in Anandi’s skin.
“I don’t like this Anandi,” Anouk flutters against the kelpie’s stomach in concern. “No shit,” Anandi retorts with a snort. She is too displeased to put her face together, and a hangry scowl paints a mean streak across her otherwise pleasant features. “I’m sorry, Anouk. I’m just hungry. Let’s see if we can find something to eat, yeah?” She presses forward into the jungle, even though it is silent as a crypt.
Feed.
Me.
STAFF EDIT***
@Anandihas rolled a 2! She has been awarded +125 signos.
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
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