From Knives to Talons(AC & WOF Crossover)

Chapter 15- Jaws Bites Back

Warning, depictions of Rape, Abuse, Discrimination, Slavery and Gore are depicted, reader's discretion is advised. If you are not okay with this, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY! This will be your one and only warning

---Summer Palace Ruins, Sundown---

---Jaws’s PoV---

‘Goddamn I forgot how burned this old tower of stone is’ I thought as I dug through the remains of the palace, I made completely sure there was no one or moons forbid a guard passed by and saw me, while searching for the same item that got me exiled, a rusty old shark tooth cleaver ‘I’ used to butcher one of the royal princes, I think his name was Angler or some stupid shit, I don't remember and I really don't care.

After a while, I managed to find the cleaver, dried blood still soaked it like it was painted on it yesterday, despite it being used over a decade ago. The teeth of the first shark I ever killed, a 17 foot great white shark, but much to my chagrin, it did take some of my tail and my wings with it, but it still made a great cleaver and pouch, too bad the pouch fell and probably burned when the palace fell.

I couldn't help but smile when I held my prized possession and I couldn't help but swing it, a nice swish (WOF1227: three point swish bish) going through the air, the rust clearly not having dulled my blade. “You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you,” I muttered, before turning toward some somehow still warm ashes, and stuck my blade into the center, heating it, quickly followed by me shoving it back into the water, scraping off as much rust as I could at the moment.

I pulled my precious out of the water and examined it closely, noting how dirty it still was, despite me trying to clean it, seaweed and either barnacle burn marks or probably dead barnacles still clinging onto it. “Oh for fuck sakes, why are you still clinging onto it?! Even when you're dead!!” I shouted in frustration, shaking my blade in the hopes to get them off, to no avail.

“Fuck it I don't have time for this shit” I muttered, diving back into the water, swimming as quick as I could, towards the Abyss, aka where I lived during my exile, where I could plot Conch’s less than kindly demise, something hopefully similar to his tearing off my scales and feeding it to eels and bobbit worms (MD290: These things are creepy as fuck) (WOF1227:they aren't that bad) (MD290: they grow to be twice the size of a man, and eat anything and everything) (WOF1227: I just looked them up and still not creepy to me… my mind is too messed up) (MD290: eh guess I just dont like worms) (WOF1227: probably) while I watch.

I woke from my train of thought by a faint glow in the distance, slowly changing colors. Probably another SeaWing speaking Aquatic. ‘Oi, who are you and why are you coming from the summer palace?’ they asked, coming closer, revealing an indigo SeaWing with a shell covering her right shoulder and a shark’s bottom jaw on her own.

‘I lost track of where I am, do you know where the twilight zone is?’ I flashed, pretending to be lost, while studying the weak points of her armor. Clearly she was arming up to search for me, likely hearing the rumor that I still lived down there. Technically she was right, I do have everything I don't have on my person down there in my little shelter. 

‘Are you going to look for the Deep Sea Demon as well?’ She asked excitedly, her eyes wide and her talons clenched and shaking up and down, before continuing ‘You look a bit unprepared though, where is your battle armor? Are you only bringing that weird sword? What is your name?’

My first thought was 'holy shit she asks a lot of questions', and was intoxicatingly exitible. ‘Well, 1) your battle armor is lack-luster at best, your tail and almost everything else is exposed, 2) Yes I'm bringing my cleaver to hopefully be able to use it to catch and gut something edible, 3) Call me Bobbit’ I finish, before grabbing her hand and shaking it, smiling gently, ignoring the subtle blush covering her scales and asking (again) where the Twilight is.