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There's Something Else in the water today. Moving in the still reflections, the thing bounced from still pool to water droplet to place in between ripples.

When it surfaced, it had no scent, but it smelled of petrichor and the chill of a cold breeze. It was a million old reflections, ice and metal and glass, but also a figure that could be mistaken as human. It climbed out of the reflection in the swamp, choosing to sit nearby.

It doesn't speak, but it lets out a brief hum of an insect as a replacement for the moment. Some old thing that dipped into a pool looking for a drink and never resurfaced.

-make-your-choices

Something Else sits unbothered by the equally buzzing actual insects - they do not register it as potential food and continue with their miniature guts aching with hunger.

It is almost peaceful, like this. A light breeze upon the grass. The gurgle of water and gas as plants quietly rot beneath the surface. Somewhere, a crane calls. The Hunger of the Swamp creeps up along the edges of its myriad reflections and settles there like condensation, quietly gnawing.

It takes a little while for the Devourer to take note of the new presence, but he eventually does. Its massive head surfaces near Janus with a spray of water from its nostrils, silently eyeing the strange shape that has found its way into his domain.

#make your choices #(i only now saw the ask oops)

the-only-queen-that-matters

A creature that was only a man in the most surface sense of the word slowly made its way through the street. It walked bent, stopping every so often to people-watch. The people in question dutifully ignored his staring, his horns, how the evening light reflected off of his yellow eyes, the way the bones under his skin shifted as though it was an ill-fitting suit.

It was so easy to ignore when it wasn't about you. Only once or twice he received unsettled and confused glances.

The Devourer itself didn't know what it was looking for. The urge to leave the Swamp after its recent conversation, to escape the stagnant air for just a fleeting moment had been overwhelming.

But now, he was simply following his nose.

He could smell the Archives throughout the town its many-layered aroma of deliciousness like a lure. But there was something new, too. Not enthralling like a good meal - but thick with the touch of Fear regardless.

Eventually he comes to stand in front of an unremarkable looking door. Out of pure curiosity he gives an experimental push against it, claws making a scratching noise.

"Mmrgh...?"

[One of Lady Regina's guards cracks the door, then immediately slams it. The Devourer hears frantic whispering coming from inside, and a few seconds later the door is opened by a young woman wearing a wide smile, though her eyes tell of irritation. For a moment. Her eyes scan up the Devourer until they meet his, and the irritation vanishes into something much more familiar to it. Panic. The smile does not falter.]

Ah. A very esteemed guest indeed. Please. Do come in. :}

[She opens the door fully, inviting it in. She does not bother giving her spiel about security measures. It wouldn't matter. And may make things worse by coming across as a threat. She is still smiling.]

Do you know what you're in the market for, or did you come to browse…? :}