I N F E C T I O U S {Feat. Iugulare}

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The stoat's body slid along the ground as if liquid, the earth burning as she stepped.
Her body slid over itself, dark infection dripping downwards along the ground.

She would kill the blue stag, someday. Oh someday. How she plotted and planned and ached for that day.

the soft sound of something not quite solid sliding against the stones of the ruins, grating against them.

Downwards her nose tipped, to touch the base of the great cage.
Why a cage.
Why here.
Why contain anything here?

From her body the dark tendrils slipped downwards into the welcoming ground, drinking as if it were water.

We would not do that if we were you

The gods' voices rang, warning and slow and heated as fire.
The stoat spat in distaste, who were the gods to tell her what to do?

You do not know what you are doing.

She could control anything, it was her infection, her very being.
The earth, cracked, as if alive, spitting back gobs of infection and bone.

The gods were silent.

The stoat's lips slid back over pseudo teeth, eyes gleaming as it arranged itself, bone against bone, the thing was huge, bones grating against one another like the settling of an old house.

jaws unhinging as an infectious tongue rolled from its mouth over skeleton teeth, eyes pouring thick darkness to the ground rolled in its head towards the stoat.

She grinned.
"Come" she purred.

his jaws creaked apart with a smile to kill, a voice like mountains devouring one another poured from his form.

_"Why"

Taken aback, her head lowered in a hiss.

"you are mine"

_{"No. I am my own"} infectious streams rolled from between his teeth, as if he had swallowed the night, and was now regurgitating it once more.

A tendril rolled from him, slapped the earth before the stoat and she hissed, stepping back.

_{"Leave me to myself"}

This wasn't possible!

The stoat turned to run, she would have to think this through.

The great beast rose, tossing his head, as if maybe his horns would bring the sun itself tumbling down.

Grating.
Creaking.
dripping a trail behind himself.

The thing left.