Blood In The Water

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♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ I smelt it, your blood. It made the water taste sweet, so I followed it here, to you. Do not fear me, Sandwalker.

I mean you no harm. So, this is your tongue. It has been some time since I had cause to use it.

But you can understand me, can't you? I think you're hurt. Why do you not speak? Ah.

Fear. I see it now. My sisters and I watched your vessel as it sank.

We sang to your companions. They had the same look on their faces, eyes bulged out like barnacles. Bile and shit and vomit defiling the water as they flailed about.

Even the storm could not stifle the screams. So, we sang to them. And their screaming ceased.

You think me a monster? Do you find me monstrous? The storm bore you here, battered you against the rocks.

You cannot swim. Your front fin is broken. One of your walking tails is twisted.

And soon, when the tide rises above the stones. .. Well.

I'm here to bring you comfort. To quiet your fear. I ask again.

Do you find me monstrous? It is said that a kiss from our kind can bring healing. Or, at the very least, help you forget your pain.

Do you seek to forget? To feel some comfort in this cold, desolate place? Though it may be brief, I can give you such pleasure.

Would you like that? Then, come closer. That's it.

Let me soothe you. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Is it still a fear that quickens your pulse, human? No.

You're not afraid anymore. What a brave mortal. And your eyes, they hold such beauty and sadness.

They just want to keep you with me, to gaze on them always. I see now why you did not join me in the water when my song first reached you. Because we were destined to share this moment.

To join our hands like this. I wish it didn't have to end so soon. Well, you are hurt, human.

You have no way to move through the water. No other sandwalkers to attend you. Even I lack the strength to carry you the distance it would take to reach land.

You will die. Here on the rocks, your breath and blood will cease. The gulls and hawks will peck and peck at your flesh, feasting.

Beaks stained red until they reach the marrow of your bones. Humming. Even the largest stone here will not protect you from the waves.

You will be battered bloody or you will be dragged below. But there is another way. You can come with me.

Yes, that's what I'm saying beneath the waves. To my home. It has been said that if a mortal can hold their breath long enough to enter the gates of our city with a willing fin in their hand, they may be granted citizenship.

Humming. Of course, it is your choice. But what mortal would choose certain death over possible salvation? Humming.

Humming. So, have you made your choice? Humming.