Naga

June 4th, 2023

If I was made of porcelain, cursed to steal your soul. Broken like a statuette of glass--like dolls fragile.

A mermaid! A mermaid! A fish! A bird! A tree! Serpentine. Draconic. Whatever it might be. Covered in bark, head to toe. Fur-tipped, hide of cow. What you call a firbolg, these dainty mermaid are much more. Drained of dreams of gambling in slot machines. No chance to leave. Waste my money and my time. Then I find my friend to try. Wins instantly the lottery. Jackpot achieve, I can't believe.

But that's just the wild luck of Fae, they spit in statistic's face. Law of chance. Law of change. But in entropy, chaos reigns. Forests of the Will-O-Wisp. Need advice? Here's a tip: prick your thumb, let the blood drip, then smear the liquid on your lips. Beauty is pain, but pain's not beauty. Tell the harpies not to hurt me.

Welcome to Northshore Strand. The Naga here are excited--pleased to meet you, as it were; can't wait to eat you, they hold a fork. Trident and blade to hold you to the plate, no hands to hold what they wish to engulf.

And upon the gulf of misery, up the mountain, there, you'll see--But upon the remote sanctuary, we hold the ocean beneath. Don't hold your breath, we can still breathe. The glass walls protect thee. The air is clean, circulating through an oxygen storage machine.

Barren land. Barren waste. The white-washed rocks have no place. Terrans exploit the favorite sheep, closer to cloister the library. Hope follows where ' ere I go. Try my cold oregano. Falls in pits. Notched arrow. But I won't fire, my bowstring broke.

The trees ask me if I want tea. I say "No thanks, I'd rather leave." But those trees, mockingly shake in the wind and drop their leaves.