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| Blood in the Surf; Mooky | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 3 2011, 11:16 AM (472 Views) | |
| Pandora | Nov 3 2011, 11:16 AM Post #1 |
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The Mermaid lie shuddering on the beach, sand sticking to her wet skin as she bled her lifeblood into the earth, the waves lapping around her tail, stirring the wide fins to ripple gentle in the prodding, probing touch of the water. She stared glassily up at the clouds scudding past overhead, unseeing as horrific visions flitted across her mind, the only movement the occasional blink of her eyelids, her fingers clutching at the sand as if grasping at it to be sure it was there, real and sure as the water that soothed her tail. Pandora was a mess, there was no denying that, her face caked in dried blood, whether her own or not remained to be seen, a fresh wound and a ripe tear on her hip, missing a fin, bleeding into the hot dry sand. And the fletching on the end of the bolt from her ribs fluttering in the frail wind. What had she done? Those people, they seemed innocent enough, but she couldn't remember. There was a great gaping hole in her memory, and now this. Unsure even of how she got there, she lie panting, one fist bunched around the shaft, willing herself to pull it out but never having the courage. How long had she been here? Hard to say. If she could remember what had happened, there might be a better estimate of the time that had passed. Distant screams flitted at the back of her mind, tantalizing, the sensation of satisfaction and utter joy, turned swiftly to disgust and overwhelming horror. She'd been on the beach, not sure where exactly, one of the Scattered Islands, had been trailing along scuffing the sand with her toes when she came upon the beached ship, empty, like the great skeleton of a whale. Noone around, nothing there except the creaking rigging trailing in the surf and the shattered hull, the scent of woodsmoke from the camp further along the beach, drifting on the breeze. Distant figures, waving at her, then drawing nearer, men, sailors, approaching. Harmless enough perhaps, but she had of course, turned tail and fled. What was left was a mess, a jumble of panic and confusion as something flung itself from the scrub growing along the beach and dragged her down with it into the sand, unwelcome hands and rough voices, a blow to the jaw and a split lip, anger, fury, so rich and vibrant filling her like water rushing through a pipe. And then nothing. Groaning, Pandora gripped the bolt again but couldn't make herself pull it out, the shame at her lack of will causing the stinging tears to leak from her eyes again. Light it hurt. How had she even gotten here with that thing sticking in her? Her own voice had been screaming in her ears, tears streaking through the dirt and blood on her cheeks, twisted with horror. She didn't know what had happened, one moment lying on the ground fighting to flee, the next, kneeling, spattered from head to toe in the red warm stickiness, fatigue setting into her muscles and the flail lying several feet away, the fish skull staring emptily at her, gaping eyes accusing. What have I done? She'd fled, running knee deep into the water before something had struck her side on, driving the wind from her body and throwing her face down into the waves, then darkness again, another yawning gap in her memory. The flail was still here, with her now, a thick ribbed armlet, aged and stained, scuffed and scratched. Looking at it now in her pain induced fog of confusion she felt physcially sick. She'd never really considered the stains, as if it had simply come with age. Simply come with bloodshed perhaps. It hadn't been the first time she'd woken to a massacre and no memory of committing it, with that thing there. And it wouldn't come off when she willed it, panic or no, tugging at it did nothing. Frustrated she sank back, chest heaving in painful frightened sobs. Killing for food was one thing, killing for pleasure was a whole other kettle of fish. |
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| Mooky | Nov 4 2011, 05:44 PM Post #2 |
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"Today is warm...it's a nice day," the mermaid thought as she swam, towards the small island she had seen from a distance some time ago. It felt...pink, and yellow. Some orange too. She sped up, eager to explore this island, one in hopefully a string of more to wander about on. This sort of stuff was the only thing she lived for anymore. The lure of the unknown was strong, tugging at her limbs. At her speed it didn't take long for her to reach the place, and she decided to swim around it first, looking at the outer shell first before venturing forwards. Mooky felt a sliver of black and brown and grey in the water and air, wafting from a distance further down the beach. As she drew closer, she found...a mermaid! Another one of her kind! She scrambled up out of the water, then stopped, seeing her sobbing, seeing the bolt, seeing all the blood and the wounds. "Do you...do you need help? Are you alright? Can...do you want me to pull that out? I..." She trailed off, having no idea what to do. She pulled herself a little closer, the air scraping at her gills, wondering if maybe someone just being nearby would be comforting. For a moment she inspected the other mermaid's wounds. She was bleeding, from the shaft and from her other wounds, and it seemed she had a lot of blood on her...not all her's, she could see. What had happened?? Quickly she shifted her gills into lungs, grimacing as things shifted. She didn't want to have to bother with the difficulty and annoyance of what was basically holding her breath. Of course she wouldn't be able to hold the shift for long, but it would have to do for now. Edited by Mooky, Nov 4 2011, 06:22 PM.
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| Pandora | Nov 4 2011, 07:28 PM Post #3 |
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Pandora gradually lay back, tilting her head so her throat was exposed to the sky, releasing a soft gurgling groan. It had missed her lungs at least, and probably wasn't barbed, or there'd have been more resistance when she tugged it earlier. She was reluctant to move it, wondering how much blood would come pouring out. Maybe better to leave it in, but it couldn't stay there forever. She knew that at least. Her eyes drifted shut as she focused on relaxing, her knuckles whitening as her hands gripped the bolt. She gasped as it shifted, then through her pain heard the splashing of something moving through water, the pink surf rolling away from her and bringing back a voice with it. Suspecting a human, she groaned, levering herself up, but her shock at what she found made her slip, jolting down onto her elbows. SHould her eyebrows climb any higher they'd be in her hair, and her eyes would fall out and roll away from being so wide, and not fitting in her head properly. That would be bad, she needed those to see. But it was a mermaid, not a human. Someone like her! One of those she'd sat and waited countless seasons on the beaches for, searching the waters endlessly. Joy, and a longing so fierce ached through her bones, threatening to consume her as a sudden fear lent a hand to the tide. What if she ran away? She might know where others were. Pan would run away if she stumbled upon..this. Then again she'd surely come back too. When she was sure they weren't going to kill her and eat her. A shudder of fear coursed through her and with difficulty she began trying to drag herself backwards, tail twitching and flicking sand in all directions, her small pink mouth opened revealing sharp teeth, and let loose a low venomous hiss. Whatever it was now, she wasn't sure it was a mermaid, or so much one of her own, with the ability to do that. Fatigued, she flopped back after several feet, panting raggedly for breath, trying to keep her liquid gaze on the stranger. "Ssstay away!" Mermaid or not, she wasn't about to take the chance that it might either attack her in this state, or she might wake again to find yet another corpse at her hands. Edited by Pandora, Nov 4 2011, 07:31 PM.
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| Mooky | Nov 6 2011, 01:34 PM Post #4 |
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Mooky blinked her red eyes as the other mermaid suddenly started retreating. She put a hand to her neck, where the gills were no longer, and sighed a little. Apparently such a display had freaked her out. Then she stopped and spoke, and Mooky looked at her, concerned. "Why?" she asked, unsure of what to do. Obviously she didn't want her help, but...she looked at the blood that wasn't her own, the armlet caked in other's blood as well. She closed her eyes, then opened them, revealing all those colours sitting over the mermaid's skin. There were some shades of red and blue, some brown and grey. And flickering across much of her body was black...not a disease this time. She sat back, watching her kin sit there with fear, hissing at her with those sharp teeth she herself didn't possess. Had they filed them? Or was she born that way because of the shifter blood? "Whatever caused you to kill others is not...active right now. Don't fear hurting me. I'll be able to tell if it's threatening again. Now, do you...want help pulling that out?" With a sigh, Mooky looked down, then pulled herself a few more inches, out of the water. "I am a mermaid, but I've got shapeshifter blood too. That's why my gills...disappeared. I can't do that for long, but it's much easier than changing my whole body. The shifter blood messed..." She shook her head, not thinking the other mermaid would care. She didn't feel like explaining more than she already had, regardless, not to a stranger. Even if she was a mermaid...not yet. "You're the first of my kind I've ever seen, and met, so I don't think we should tarnish it with fear. Please...let me help you." Edited by Mooky, Nov 6 2011, 01:34 PM.
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| Pandora | Nov 6 2011, 01:55 PM Post #5 |
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Pandora couldn't relax, her eyes riveted to the mermaid opposite. Like me, and not like me. Grinding her teeth she finally sank back, reluctantly nodding, before she grabbed the shaft firmly and pressing her thumb against it, snapped the fletching off, tossing it away in the surf. First thing's first, it had to come out. Whatever she'd done didn't matter right now, survival was key. Only, she couldn't pull it out herself, and this stranger, this kin, had offered to pull it out. Apparently, she too had never seen one of her kind. Joy threatened to overwhelm her again and Pandora forced herself to lay flat, closing her eyes, forehead furrowed in pain as she considered her words. How did she know? I'm a killer, that's it, a monster. And she knows. Shouldn't she be running away now? I would. Leave and let it die, come back and eat it later. Pick at it like a gull, eat the soft insides and relish the lifeblood- Pushing the voice down, she took a deep breath painful as she felt something push against the foreign object wedged between her ribs. "Please. Yes. Help." Stilted and awkward she let the words tumbled in a rush from her lips, trembling at the thought of the pain. It wouldn't be the first time she'd taken a nasty hit. She had scars she had no memory of attaining. Her fins flared, striped skin glistening damply in the sunlight as it caught the thousands of tiny scales that made up her skin with their faint opalescence. The charms on her headdress clicked and tinkled as she settled back, digging her hands into the sand and preparing for the worst. |
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| Mooky | Nov 6 2011, 02:46 PM Post #6 |
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She watched as the woman gripped the shaft, snapped it, and spoke. At those words she smiled slightly, glad she had accepted her offer of help. But the pain would be...high. Mooky pulled and pushed herself up to the other's position, not wanting to shift her tail into legs, just as a precaution. She was sure the mermaid was in pain, and she was unsure of how many of her words had really been heard. Startling her could still be an easy task. "Okay, brace yourself," she told her, her right hand wrapped around what was left of the shaft and her left on the other mermaid's skin so as to pull it out more easily, more quickly. She counted to three silently, then yanked it straight out. The most she knew about bleeding was pressure to try and stop it - so she tossed the rest of the bolt aside and scrabbled at her bag, having previously forgotten about the few pieces of clothing inside it. It didn't take her long to find them, but she paused, unsure of how much more help this one was going to accept. Did mermaids have healing abilities/did this one in particular? She didn't know about herself either, though, as she'd never really been hurt when she was aware of it. |
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| Pandora | Nov 6 2011, 03:12 PM Post #7 |
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As the bolt came free Pan shrieked an inhuman sound, and shuddered, clutching at the sand and fighting the waves of pain that threatened to suck her under and drown her. KILL HER! She gasped and pressed her hand over the wound, already better for the bolt being out of it. Oh it hurt like the biggest sharpest bee sting in the world, but at least it wasn't grating against the bone and encouraging itself to work deeper towards her lung. It would heal, with time. For now however, she lay back groaning, one bloodied hand pressing against her forehead, as if that would stop the insistent pounding, the growing faintness. Killitkillitkillitkillitkillit..... "Thank you," she rasped, feeling oddly light, like she could float away at any second. Her limbs felt heavy and leaden, anchoring her to earth, and she sighed, rolling her head to the side a little to get a better look at this mermaid from where she was. Pandora felt faint, and clung to her conciousness with a fierce grip that seemed to push it at bay for now. She couldn't pass out now, not when such a discovery had just made itself known. Not alone. We're not. Not anymore. We are two now. Two of us. But only two. Are there more? But she said we are the first she has seen. There must be more. "You..you are alone?" |
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| Mooky | Nov 6 2011, 03:24 PM Post #8 |
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As she had tore the bolt free, colours had flared brightly, and the black had flickered more strongly, but then died back down... Mooky had selected the flatter pieces of clothing, and held them out to her. "Here, I think these will be better than your hand for holding back the blood. And you're welcome, it's the least I could do for...anyone, especially kin." She could see the mermaid was wavering in and out, her grip on consciousness slipping and gaining. "Alone? Does she mean our kind, or literally?" "I am alone," she said, gesturing around her. "But of the other kind of alone, I think so. I do not know of any others...I wasn't even raised in the ocean, much less by my mermaid mother. I do not know my...parents..." She made herself stop there, nervous. She hated to disappoint the other... "My name, or the only one I know, is Mooky. What's your name?" |
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| Pandora | Nov 6 2011, 03:47 PM Post #9 |
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So. Just the one. By herself too. Better than none. Accepting the cloth from the stranger she pressed it to the little opening still leaking blood so her skin was slick and sticky. It would wash away, once it had healed. That in itself was probably what was wearing her, making her so faint and tired as her system worked double time to fix the wound. "Pandora. There are no others." She breathed out, blinked and drew the back of her hand over her eyes to clear them. Not that she had expected all her kind to look the same but this Mooky was so visibly different, and colorful compared to herself, in her light stripes of creamy white and reddish brown, her large spiked fins twitching. Out of the surf now however, she was almost dry, and the colors had begun fading to the regular creamy white of her face, all the way down, leaving only her honey colored hair bright. "Many seasons we have searched for ones like us. Finally, you..." She offered a pained smile from where she lay, though it quickly faded as she tried to prop herself up, growling softly. "Where is this place?" |
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| Mooky | Nov 6 2011, 04:03 PM Post #10 |
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"No others?" she thought, wondering what that meant coming from this - Pandora. And then the "we"...what did she mean by that? And us. It was as if... A little confused, Mooky shook her head again, pushing it from her mind, and noticed the fading colours of her skin. She had noticed the differences too, her form modeled off a different fish than her own. She'd even seen the animal form of Pandora...she wondered if her quills were also poisonous. "Where...she's right, where is this? I only know it's an island...in the sea of diverging waters, I believe. It hasn't been long since I...ran, but my memory of geographical things was never strong, and is now fading it seems." After a few more moments of thought, she replied. "It's an island, probably of the Scattered Isles. In the Sea of Diverging Waters. I don't know which one, though many aren't labeled anyway." |
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| Pandora | Nov 7 2011, 06:57 AM Post #11 |
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Only half listening, the mermaid cast her gaze around the beach. It was empty, no bodies, nothing. Just sand and shells, bare, soft undulating curves of sand, small sticks like bleached bone fingers clawing for freedom. Scattered dead grass, and strands of dried and brittle seaweed under a pure cerulean sky, bearing down over them. Any lighter and she could drift away into infinity, let the wind carry her swifter than any fish could swim over the sea, and over the land, to places she'd never been before... The words of her new companion snapped her out of the reverie. For one moment she had escaped, no pushing and prodding voice telling her to do things, no aching flesh as it knitted itself back together. The Scattered Isles. So she probably hadn't gone far then, despite the unfamiliar terrain. Well, unfamiliar in the fact it wasn't a beach she'd been on yet, even if it was still, a beach. "Hmm...Mee-oo-kee." She began repeating the name softly to herself, rolling it around her mouth before she realized how ridiculous it must sound, and laughed gently, jolted with pain, then laughed again. "Moooooooo-keeeeeeee..." Propping herself up on her elbows she smiled a little lopsidedly, and shifted her legs, now changed as they dried, the scales falling away to scatter onto the ground like tiny shining fragments of pearl, like that found inside the shell of an oyster. Felt strange, having legs again, burying her toes in the sand, the sun warm on her skin. "Where do you come from? Are there others, like you? You..you're not a dream are you..we won't wake to find all this is...not real?" |
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| Mooky | Nov 10 2011, 07:50 PM Post #12 |
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Mooky grinned when Pandora was pronouncing her name funny and drawing it out. At the worst, there was no harm in having someone pronounce her name slightly differently. And that one being the only other she knew of her kind didn't hurt any. She shifted herself closer until they were about a foot apart, thinking that maybe she should change herself back too. But for the moment, she had been asked a question. "I come from...a house. Far away from here. I left, quickly. This is real, though...I can be sure of that. As to others, I'm sure; I just don't know where they are." About to go on, she was interrupted by a lancing pain that tore up from the base of her tail to her neck. She lurched forward, gripping the sand between her grey-skinned fingers, grimace on her lips. She let out a slow breath. She couldn't hold her form the way it was any longer or she risked more pain. "I can't hold off my dry form any longer. As a warning," she informed Pandora, before letting features and limbs shift. Her skin turned a dark brown, her eyes seemingly black, her hair a lighter grey than her skin had previously been. Torso shortened, facial features thinned...with a sigh, she laid on her back in the sand, still as shameless as ever. Besides, she had always felt that her three other forms weren't truly her own, since she'd been born to the aquatic female one. Not only that, but the other mermaid was bare too. She placed her long-fingered hands on her stomach, dark eyes staring at the sky. "I think we should find others together. If you've been waiting, why not instead go out looking? Surely they're out there somewhere?" Edited by Mooky, Nov 10 2011, 07:52 PM.
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| Pandora | Nov 10 2011, 08:29 PM Post #13 |
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"You suffer." It was not a question but a statement. The other mermaid was quite obviously in pain as she loosed that single controlling breath. Strange how she had to maintain the form through some effort of will when Pandora herself only had to be dry to alternate, her two different sets of breathing organs simply switching processes. Her eyebrows shot up in alarm as her newfound companion changed, but was easily replaced just as quickly by curiosity. "We have been waiting. We have searched these waters many times, in many years. You are the first we have ever encountered." She scanned Mooky from head to tail, her liquid eyes shifting colors across the surface, before flicking her gaze out to sea. "There must be others. We do not remember how we got here, but there must be. We will not give up." She poked idly at her ribs, the puncture still hurt but not as much, and seemed to have torn through mostly skin and the muscles connecting the ribs, stopping short not far in. It had been the barbed point that had done the real damage, lodged and then tearing on the way out. It would mend. It would take time, but it would. She would be whole again. |
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| Mooky | Nov 15 2011, 10:13 AM Post #14 |
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(sorry for short crappy post -flail-) For a few minutes, Mooky was thinking about her shapeshifter blood. How else it could have turned out. If it would have been able to cripple her, or if it could have also let her shift into any shapes she wished without this pain as a side effect. She still thought of herself as mermaid, since it had limited her only to mermaid and human; but she felt that it was a shame for the only mermaid Pandora had yet met to be only half so, in blood. "There must be others. We do not remember how we got here, but there must be. We will not give up." The continued use of we was...disconcerting. But not very surprising, given her aura. Hopefully it was something she could get used to. "I would like to travel with you. Or, be with you, whichever it is. Where do you live, mostly?" |
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| Pandora | Nov 15 2011, 10:48 AM Post #15 |
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This mermaid wanted to stay? With her? Maybe she was crazy, maybe she couldn't smell the blood all over her skin. "It is dangerous. It is not safe to be around us." We are a monster. For a moment she was confused by Mooky's question, not fully understanding what she meant. "We do not understand what you mean by...live. There is no one place that can keep us. We move, always. The ocean will always be the place we...live." Did this Mooky stay only in one place then, never venturing much further than the specific boundaries that marked that territory as her own? How curious. She had always swam where she felt the currents pull her, either tugging, or dragging forcibly. There was no real place she could call home, because as soon as she settled, she would simply move on again, restless as a storm-tossed sea. She had nothing to hold her down, anchor her to one place, nothing other than herself that she felt she must protect, and thus no reason to keep to just one place. The sea gave her all she needed, and it would always be so. What she had said about it being dangerous however was more for the fact that her blacking out here and there had become more frequent of late, and what she did in those moments she had no control over, no awareness as of yet. If she turned into some kind of demon, and lashed out at the other mermaid, she would never forgive herself. It had been difficult enough finding just one, and she was loathe to relinquish her. |
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| Mooky | Nov 15 2011, 11:28 AM Post #16 |
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The mermaid/shifter hybrid let her finish speaking before she herself said anything. "I know, but I can sense it ahead of time...enough that I could get away before anything would happen. You should not worry about hurting me." And she paused, thinking. A breeze blew through the short hair her human form possessed, a breeze full of the smells of the nearby sea, and the sand they still laid on. "That's good then, because I travel too. Living in one place doesn't seem to work for me for long. But having a companion would ease the loneliness." She wasn't sure which of them she had meant the last for. She could see the other mermaid was lonely; but was she? She'd never cared much, glad to be away...no. There was Alisson. Always Alisson. Aside from her, however...she hadn't thought she cared. Until she found one of her kin...and then something had clicked inside. She sat up, drawing her knees to her chest and her arms around her legs, clasping the elbows in lighter brown palms, not looking over to the other for fear of...she didn't know. Maybe it was simply too much eye contact that she feared. |
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| Pandora | Nov 15 2011, 11:47 AM Post #17 |
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Pandora raised her thin fine eyebrows at that. "You can feel it? What is it?" She didn't really want to go gabbling about it, but she'd never been able to trust anyone enough to even talk about what happened, much less fears of it, or trying to wrest control of herself when she fell into those groggy half-remembered moments where she did on some basic level understand what was happening, and tried to move her own limbs. "Sometimes..we just...stop thinking, stop feeling. Remember nothing. We don't remember..." She touched the wound on her ribs, wincing a little at her cold fingertips. She felt nasty, greasy with blood. Blood itself didn't bother her usually but this was different, it felt wrong, it was...unnatural. "Most of the blood...it isn't ours. We wake up, in strange places, with horrible things." Just want it to go away... Never. The thought startled her, glancing around the beach, empty but for the two of them. She'd not expected to get an actual response from the voice, and though it pushed and prodded sometimes, it never actually responded to any of her questing thoughts. Until now. Perhaps, as she feared, it was becoming more active. |
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| Mooky | Nov 15 2011, 01:02 PM Post #18 |
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(ubgiegnfrmrf I can't get any good posts for her I'm sorrryyy >:) Mooky did look at her, when she spoke of stopping, not remembering, blood not her own. The last she could tell from the blood in places her wound hadn't been and the different traces that surrounded them. "I can...read auras. See colours of them, too. Maybe it's...an alternate personality? That's the best I can guess. All I can see it as is black...lines, or threads throughout your body. And-" The threads pulsed for just a moment, and the other mermaid looked around. "You use we instead of I...and the rest of what you described...having another personality would fit very well." The mermaid held Pandora's gaze for a moment longer before looking out to sea. She gripped her elbows harder, the loose skin bunching beneath her fingers. Edited by Mooky, Nov 15 2011, 01:03 PM.
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| Pandora | Nov 15 2011, 01:43 PM Post #19 |
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"We have always spoken like this. It is how we are." She tilted her head listening as the other mermaid spoke of auras and lines, and on herself too. "We should know if we had another personality. Pandora does not think it is that. It is..something else." Snap her neck for her ignorance. Be quiet! Kill it, spill it, onto the sand, crush it, squash it, blood in your hand... "Ughnn..." Pandora clutched at her head as a throbbing pain began at the base of her skull. Just like last time, willing it to stop, as if force of will alone could control it, numb it. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the sensation to pass, and eventually it did, leaving her feeling drained, fatigued. I can't take much more of this...what is...happening to me? |
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| Mooky | Nov 15 2011, 02:54 PM Post #20 |
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Mooky listened to her, not looking still. She didn't know much about alternate personalities herself...maybe each one wasn't aware of the other? And the periods of not remembering...well, she probably wasn't the type to figure out that sort of thing, anyways. Pandora groaned and she looked around to find her clutching her head. The threads were thicker, writhing and coiling. Mooky scrambled up onto her feet, ready to dart away; however, she seemed to be concentrating and slowly they became less...prominent. It didn't take too long for them to subside again completely, and this calmed her enough so that she once again sat. There was no sense taking chances, but she felt bad for so quickly leaping away. "I don't see why...if I'm another mermaid, why do you think you would still hurt me? Or does...whatever it is...not care at all?" As she had no idea what it was, and Pandora was denying it being an alternate personality, she couldn't name it. She'd just have to settle for vague. |
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| Pandora | Nov 17 2011, 02:46 PM Post #21 |
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"We do not know." Pandora cast a sorrowful look at Mooky, trying to sort her thoughts out. It was strange, the pressure always seemed to build, but then sometimes it didn't, it just happened. When she felt threatened, backed into a corner, she found herself growing angry, like an out of control fire of cold rage growing within, she had no grasp over it, and just when she thought she would snap, felt herself loosen, detach from herself almost, then recede into unconsciousness. She never felt as if she had a choice in those circumstances, not like now, willing the pressure to subside, to go away. Willing the voice to silence. "There was a beach, before you found us. That is the last thing we remember. Running from humans, running towards the water, and being caught, held down hard. We were so afraid, and so angry...then nothing." The wound felt better, it was easier to breathe and she pressed her hand over it. Still ached, still stung, bruised and the puncture was still there, but less deep now. She was tired too. Regenerating. "There was a moment, there were bodies. The humans, they were all dead. Everywhere." He voice was flat, toneless, she had to keep it that way or the panic would swallow her, eat her alive. A deep part of her knew that she'd caused that, and it felt..satisfied. Sated. The rest of her was simply sick, afraid. She didn't want to do that, or at least be able to fight herself for control to stop herself doing it. Pandora chewed her lip, frowning at her feet as she sat up, hugging her knees painfully to her chest. |
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| Mooky | Nov 23 2011, 06:20 PM Post #22 |
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A mermaid finally getting a feel for the land
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"Don't know...of course not," she thought, sighing inwardly. "Triggered by...fear or anger. Or violence." She wasn't being told enough. Or Pandora plain didn't know enough. If she was going to constantly be in danger, it didn't seem worth it. She had been excited to find another of her kind, but it had worn off now, and she just felt resigned. Living alone was what she had always done, perhaps it was what she would always do. She hunched over, the wind biting at her bare back, and pulled her bag closer to her, looking into it. Her meager belongings... Mooky looked away from the contents, to Pandora, who was in the knees-to-chest position she herself had been in earlier. "I'm getting a little cold. Maybe you'd like to swim with me?" She could also show her her male aquatic form for fun. The hybrid hadn't shifted into that in a while; she tended to keep to the female forms, as she felt more at home there, for obvious reasons. |
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