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Tide Staff's paws held the small shell, her claws tracing over the grooves. She let out a small sigh, letting the necklace drop back down on her chest.
Looking out at the storm that caused her pod to look for land, she couldn't help but think of her poor brother.
Where was he now?
Was he safe?
Or did the land demons get him?
She didn't want to think about that.
Shurifin thrashing around as demons led him to his fate, the chopping block.
She didn't want to imagine it.
But her brain seemed to love torturing her.
Shurifin's eyes widening as the demons bring down the knife on his neck, the siren crying out in pain as the knife didn't end him the first time.
Whimpering for the last as the knife cuts through his voice box, blood dripping from the knife as it hacks through flesh and tissue.
The blood that will spill.
Those green horns that will be pulled away from his head, the stubs stained with blood as the demons jerk it out. His body picked apart as the money-hungry demons take his blood, bones, and organs.
Tide Staff shuddered as her breath shook, her tail twitching from the horrific images put in her brain. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the land below her.
She could hear the mutters of concern from her other podmates as they whispered to each other, pitying her as they grieved for Shurifin as well.
She put her head in her claws, crying. Tide Staff lay on her side, curling up into a ball as she wailed into her arms.
She could feel Seashot's paws rubbing into her non-seaweed-covered arm, the gentle purrs from the siren calming her down a bit.
Oh, how she wished she was more patient with Shurifin.
Maybe then they wouldn't be separated.