Cruella lies unmoving at the bottom of the cliff from where she plummeted to her supposed death. Pain instantly begins to seep into her muscles and bones and she tries to cry out, but her throat feels tightened and clogged, as though she is being choked and drowned at the same time. She tries to breathe, but her trachea is already beginning to collect a good amount of blood. She tries to spit it out and only manages to allow the mixture of saliva and blood dribble down her chin. Her eyes become glassy as she struggles to breathe, and because she knows that this is it, there is no one that will save her. That Emma girl probably thinks she is already dead, and not dying.
From out of the depths of the water below the ledge Cruella lies on, slimy, slippery tentacles, that shine a brilliant emerald green in the dying light, surface and carry Ursula to the edge where the dying, fashionable, and quite malicious woman lies. Cruella looks at Ursula with wide eyes as tears start to run down her cheeks. Ursula wastes no time in being sympathetic or apologetic to the queer woman, and reaches a tentacle from under her skirt to bring Cruella to the water with her.
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