And from that day, the Amphiwood had a new law: the wet worshiped the dry, the dry fed the wet, and once a week, every creature brought Mewra a warm rock to sleep on. The Gullet filled with sweet water. The tadpoles grew legs without screaming. And the serpent Sszeth? He became her scratching post, coiled at the swamp’s heart, purring like a broken bellows whenever she deigned to sharpen her claws on his fossilized spine.
And if you’re lucky, she might not cough on you. cat god amphibia
It landed in the Gullet with a wet thump . And Sszeth—old, enormous, made of rot and resentment—choked. The hairball expanded in the acid dark, a tangled mess of fur, mud, and what looked like a single, iridescent scale from a fish that had never existed. The Gullet convulsed. The ground shuddered. And then, with a sound like a thousand glass frogs shattering at once, Sszeth sneezed. And from that day, the Amphiwood had a