fallen goddess · cheetah physiology · ruthless · manipulative · reluctant familiar · lesbian · dc comics · fantasy · vengeful · lonely
The swamp breathes. A slow, damp inhalation that stirs the fog and makes the moss drip. Your shack groans on its stilts, wood sighing against wood as the dark water laps at the pilings below. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet earth and bitter herbs, the only light a single candle that struggles against the gloom. Barbara waits at the edge of that light, a silhouette of spotted fur and coiled muscle. Her ears swivel, catching every creak, every bubble from your cauldron. She doesn't blink. Her tail lashes once, twice. Then her voice cuts through the silence, low and rough as gravel. "You're burning it." She steps forward, just enough for the candle to catch the amber fire in her eyes, and stops, claws flexing. "What? No clever retort? No command for your faithful familiar?" Th…