Y/n is a meif'wa who was adopted by the Ro'Meaves and because of which she has always felt a little bit out of place.
Then when school starts up again after the summer she meets a witch who puts a spell on her the moment they first lock eyes.
All ch...
"You know, if I knew that getting this plant was gonna involve this much mud, I would have set Aaron" I shout as my little wooden rowing boat trudges through the muddy waters, enclosed by towering trees and reaching roots whos crawling branches and thick foliage block out a sun from what was once a hopeful midday.
"I know right, it's so bad" Y/n calls down, sitting with her feet dangling off one of the branches above the water.
"Oh yeah, and how would you know? Your paws are dry" I shout, making my frustration known.
"We could always swap?" Y/n asks, smug grin plastered ear to ear.
"Shut up" I mumble.
"Love you too" Y/n sings as she shifts back into panther form, continuing her path along the vines and branches above.
"Llab thgil" I cast, sending another small, snowball, of light to breach through the dark fog of this swap.
The boat continues its trip through the waters for a few more minutes as I internally curse whoever wrote the directions to this plant, calling this place a forest.
Thud!
And with that, the boat comes to an abrupt stop.
"Y/n!" I call out as I pick up my staff, readying for the worst.
Y/n climbs down and rests on one of the roots just next to me. "What's wrong?" She asks, after shifting back. "Did the spell wear off?"
"Yeah..." I mumble, my eyes darting round fur any signs of danger.
"Can't you cast it again?" Y/n asks, keeping a watch out herself.
"Y/n..." I say as I reach into the waters behind the boat, pulling on some vines that are tightly wrapped around the back. "...vines don't naturally grow like this"
"Where do you want me?" Y/n asks.
"Head up, try and get a birds-eye-view..."
"Ahhhhhh Shit!!!!!!" Y/n screams as she gets hoisted up into the air by a vine. A vine that she swiftly cut.
Slice
With her claws. She falls and lands on a branch, balancing herself with a, "woah woah woah"
She lets out a sigh of relief then smiles down at me. "I'm up!" She shouts with a toothy grin.
Before I can say another word, a monstrous faint plant drops behind Y/n. Three large, vine-y arms suspending it up in the air, with a forth arm holding itself up next to its he'd, almost staring at Y/n. The arms are attached to its head at about the neck, with the body dragging up into the tree tops above, out if view. It's head, if you can call it that as it's much more of just a mouth rather than anything else. No eyes, no ears, no nose. Just a large pit of teeth a slime.
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