ORIGIN

Diánysma observed from behind the mossy stone, soon seeing a quite large creature lumbering, body mottled with fading spots and stripes. The pale corvid's feathers ruffled as she was noticed, and her rubies flickered up. This would be her first victim, the first one to carry her plague. This... Penelope... should be honored. The raven hopped out from behind the stone and smiled meekly. "I'm... I'm Diá."

The raven approached, making herself seem shy and timid, yet willing to make friends. "H-Hi. It's awfully chilly in here."

As she approached the critter, Diánysma smiled shyly. Rubies darted every which way, and she held a bit of a submissive stance. Without warning, she snuggled into the chest of the creature, beak right near a softer and fleshier bit of the creature's neck. "No," she whispered sinisterly, "this is just right." Rosy beak clacked shut once, and she poked it into the soft and saggy flesh. It was just barely, but enough to inject the disease.

The raven peered up, eyes wide and innocent. Diánysma sharply gasped and shook her head. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!" When she was asked what it was for, she had to really bite back a remark about her god. "I-it was an accident, I swear!" The pale corvid shook her head in distress and scampered away down the tunnel, darting into smaller tunnels in there to lose the tapir. She may have cast back a dark smirk back to the tapir. She'd be watching.

She always did.

In her thoughts, she quietly sung.