Timeless moment under the waves. A life lived without breathing, participating and mimicking the chitters and clicks of her fellows but always holding herself apart.
They murdered her. Swallowed her life and made her watch as her son was torn apart and devoured. Sacrificed to the frigid depths.
She didn't believe. Couldn't believe. Wouldn't believe.
Her greatest sin plain in her unbeating heart.
Unknown to everyone save herself, until, for there is always an until, the High Priestess returned from parlay. Years kept her from them, a story told by the wool and silk she wore, when she found them under the waves.
Her eyes shone, fangs opalescent and gleaming, humming, clicking. Sucking in water to expel it in gulps.
an alliance. hunting rights along the waterways. and an inclusion within the domain
Wool sodden, silks flowing, hair floating. Hisses and clicks.
sharing of power. lessons learned. and she would reward the faithful by teaching them how to open their eyes...
Those gleaming eyes swept over her drowned kin, stopping at her. And tore right through her.
Flesh tears. Shucking away from the monstrous truth that lay beneath.
Hackles raised, and in a subhuman hiss, water bubbling forth from parted lips.
heretic!
It didn't even take a moment. There was no hesitancy as her drowned kin turned on her, claws growing, fangs gleaming.
Sharks in the water.
They chased her.
Bloodied her.
...but didn't let her die.
No. She wasn't worthy enough for them to kill. To drown twice. So they left her for the sun.
...only she was found by a Shepard tending his flock.