FREE CONNIE

[cullionfish]

Characters: The Condesce and YOU
Setting: The Aquarium
Format: Action brackets
Summary: Condesce is in her element. Spoilers: that's not a good thing.
Warnings: The god damn Empress of Alternia.

[The aquarium level was quiet, save for the short little ripples running through the water. Toward the center, there was an obvious large shadow pursuing other, smaller shadows -- some of them even larger than its pursuer.

Condesce swam gracefully, entertaining herself by terrorizing the various marine life amongst her person. Every now and then she would pin one to the seafloor with a flurry of gold, trident in hand. If not, she would snatch them out in front of her expertly with practiced talons.

She doesn't seem to be paying attention to the doorway, but the moment someone steps foot onto the floor, they will notice that her form halts all movement and that there is a distinct yellow stare cast in their direction.]

Comments

[benigncancer]

[No, no! He struggles like a trapped fish, looking up into her eyes and seeing no mercy there. His lungs burn and he scrabbles at her arm, trying to get free.

But finally his body betrays him. He gasps out the last lungful of air and breathes in water, and convulses violently as his body fights to survive for a few more seconds before he's finally still]

[cullionfish]

[There's a strange satisfaction that releases all of the tension in her muscles when she feels him fall still beneath her claws. Once she's certain he's gone, she rests herself against the rock and presses her hand to her forehead a bit shakily, red wafting off her claws and fading into the water.

Abomination.

The Condesce notes that the presence of blood has attracted several carnivorous fish. She pays them no mind, even as they seek to pick the flesh straight off her nails. She is grateful for the lack of audience, so they can not witness the perturbed stare that has made its home on her expression.

Eventually, she releases the corpse and leaves it to the scavengers. She doesn't feel any better than she had when she had set eyes on him upon entering the room. Once again, he had managed to ruin the joy bloodshed often brought her.

It troubles her. Makes her angry. Anger that can't be displaced. She can taste her own blood in her mouth as she puts distance between the dead troll and herself, lost in her own maze of thoughts and fury.]