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Post by Amaria on Dec 31, 2017 0:31:04 GMT
it's so hard…
It was Amaria's sixteenth birthday today, and so far, she couldn't have asked for a better one! First of all, she had been told that she need not get up for the early morning catch! Helga had enlisted one of her friend's young children to take over for the morning, so Amaria could be present for the surprise that her family had been planning for weeks. She awoke an hour later than usual, her mother having delayed making breakfast so she could have a longer sleep. And this time, she didn't awake to the smell of the thin porridge that they normally had of a morning – instead, they had freshly baked bread and two different kinds of fruit! Amaria had thought that to be her present, and though she had forced a share on everyone, she thanked them profusely for it. However, the surprises didn't end there. By the time the clock tower struck the twelfth hour, every single one of her siblings (and their families, where they had them) had been to visit.
Now despite having the best day of her life (and that was something of an achievement, considering she couldn't remember having a bad one), Amaria point blank refused to miss second shift. So she bounced out of the house on cloud nine, thinking about all the adorable children and her lovely brothers and sisters and her perfect mother and father. She was beaming from ear to ear and she greeted everyone she saw by name, as was her usual custom. What was even more unusual about today was that Amaria was called down to the docks – she hadn't been down there in years! As it turned out, there had been an extra boat sent out, and they needed all hands on deck (literally) to clear the nets. She was more careful then than she usually was, aware of what people said, and very aware of just how easy it was to untangle a fish from its net, and just as quickly lose it as it wriggled. As it turned out, a little concentration could go a long way, no matter how hard it was to maintain – Amaria only lost five fish!
As the others turned to grab the buckets to offload them, the skipper called over his shoulder. ”Amaria, love, fold up those nets and put them away would'ya? You're an angel.” Though he hadn't waited for her response, he knew that she would do it. Or at the very least, she would have, if she'd have heard him. As it was, though, all of Amaria's attention was focused on a small patch of water. Holding onto the railing, Amaria leaned over as much as she dared. She could have sworn that she had seen a mermaid swim just under the surface of the water alongside the boat that she was standing on! Though she was aware that the creatures existed, she had yet to meet one – her father had never allowed her this near to the water without him being there before. Another perk, perhaps, of being sixteen. She was now permitted to do things and go to places that were previously forbidden. Plus, of course, her father was at home with her mother, completely unaware of where she actually was.
… not to smile.
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Post by Mazelina Occitan on Jan 2, 2018 15:36:33 GMT
| Mazelina swam, leisurely, trailing after the ship. Its crew had made the mistake of swiping up one of Mazelina’s most prized jewels; a beautiful necklace crafted from teal and quartz and shells and deep sea silver ore—a showcase exemplifying the beauty and power of the oceanic depths. Mazelina had gone out hunting for a bit of oceanic delicacy, and when she returned to her aquatic lair, her beloved necklace had been gone. Mazelina split into a bout of rage and havoc. She decorated her home with an array of carcasses, before she came down from her rage-filled high. She hastily swam around, searching for a boat—one that had perhaps stolen her necklace. It was a guess and check method, but Maz would retrieve her necklace.
Mazelina had been stalking the ship for a few hours now. The ship must have been headed towards Cendra city. Mazelina hated the city. Just for making her go out of her way, to the city, Maz would take an extra meal or two back home.
Mazelina lay on a comfy chair of coral under the boat. She had abandoned pacing under the boat in wait, and instead decided to sit. The skanky sailors exchanged words so loudly; even twenty-two feet below the surface of the waters Mazelina could hear every word perfectly. Speaking of those sailors, Mazelina couldn’t help but wonder why the human novels told of romantic encounters between merfolk and the sailors. Why, the only good thing that could come from an interaction between the two species would be a shower for the sailor. At last, the sailor’s blubbering words ceased, and Mazelina made her move. She rose off from the coral, and swam a lap around the boat. Her menacing form was merely a black, slithering shadow from above the water. Mazelina twisted through the water towards the back of the boat. She sunk her claws into the wood sides of the boat, and slowly, slowly, slowly, pulled herself out of the water, up the sides of the boat. Mazelina hastily changed to her human form, and continued up the remaining length. She planted her feet on the floor, and stood up straight. Her black hair was plastered to her back, and a pattern of black scales decorated around Mazelina’s eyes. The vengant mermaid jogged to the captain’s room, and as soon as she opened the door to the room, she saw her necklace. It was displayed on a plush, red velvet pillow. She snarled, and grabbed her necklace. Mazelina tore out of the room, and onto the deck. The only people on the boat were a young girl, and a sailor who hadn’t had nearly enough encounters with water and soap.
“Who do you think you are?” the sailor exclaimed, grabbing a knife and heading towards her. Mazelina smiled at him, flashing her rows of razor sharp teeth. She placed her necklace in her pocket, and lazily palmed her obsidian dagger. She admired it, holding it up in front of her face.
“Why, your worst nightmare of course,” Mazelina smirked and effortlessly tossed the blade at the sailor. It nearly split his skull in half with impact. His blood splattered over the deck. As soon as his body flopped onto the deck, Mazelina ran. She charged towards the body, and grabbed her knife. Mazelina ran towards the girl next. She grabbed the girl around her middle, and put the knife to her throat.
“Stay quiet, I don’t want to hear your voice,” she growled in the girl’s ear. Mazelina walked the girl to the edge of the boat, and jumped overboard. Mazelina sighed in relief at the transformation. She put her knife away, and held onto the girl. Mazelina watched as the girl struggled to swim away.
“Listen,” Mazelina said. Her voice penetrated the girl’s mind. “I can let you drown, but where is the fun in that?” Maz swam towards the girl, just as she was on the brink of unconsciousness, and pressed her cold, black lips to her cheek. The black mermaid watched as her black lip print soaked into the girl’s skin, and twisted to the rest of her with black veins slivering off of the original print. The black veins faded, and the girl took in a breath. Mazelina smiled at her, and grabbed Amaria’s hands. The mermaid dragged the girl under her as she darted back out into the ocean, and back towards home. |
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Post by Amaria on Jan 7, 2018 19:11:29 GMT
it's so hard…
Amaria heard a slightly panicked shout coming from a few feet away, and her head instinctively snapped up to see what was wrong. The mermaid momentarily forgotten, Amaria gaped at the scene in front of her. Before she could even process what was happening, she had an arm wrapped around her waist, and something sharp at her throat. Clenching her teeth against the scream that threatened, Amaria couldn't help the thin whimper that leaked through her teeth. Despite the danger at her back, the young girl's eyes were focused solely on the felled sailor. A jumble of thoughts raced over each other in her mind, but she was struck dumb – too scared to say or do anything. ”Oh no, Brent!! Is he OK? He's not moving! There's so much blood! What did she do? What is his family going to say?! How am I going to tell them?!” Without knowing it, Mazelina relieved the girl of the gruesome task by hauling her bodily overboard.
Amaria screamed then, swallowing some sea water, but still able enough to try to get away from the crazy woman that had pulled her in. As she kicked, her arms hitting the water haphazardly, Amaria wondered. ”How do people make swimming look so easy?!” She was hampered by her skirts, of course, as the fabric molded itself to her legs and dragged her down. Her efforts just caused her to sink lower in the water rather than getting any closer to shore, and Amaria could see her vision darkening and her limbs getting heavier. If she could have, she would have jumped when the woman's cutting voice invaded her mind, but she didn't have either the ability or the energy. She was just about to close her eyes and have a little rest when she felt cold lips on her cheek. She cringed away from the contact, knowing only that it wasn't her mother that had kissed her, and it was her mother that she wanted. The tightness eased in her chest, and Amaria's lips curled up into a small smile as she took a breath. She turned her head to thank the woman, but the threat echoed in her mind, and the young woman clamped her lips shut.
A good job too, as Mazelina chose that moment to dive back into the water proper, pulling Amaria with her. For a split second, the blonde's eyes widened, before she realised her error and screwed them tightly shut just as they re-entered the water. Mere seconds later, Amaria's lungs started to burn, holding in that last breath she had taken above water. She struggled against the tight grip to no avail, and finally her eyes flew open so she could better grab the mermaid's attention. She had said that she didn't want to kill her, after all! But instead of tapping the woman's shoulder, Amaria was immediately captivated by all the hustle and bustle that was going on beneath the seemingly calm waters. It took her far longer than it should have to realise that she could see quite well, and somehow the salt water wasn't burning her eyes, and her lungs had stopped hurting. Minutes ago, now, she had taken in a gasp of surprise, and from then on been too entranced to realise that she was breathing quite normally. Mazelina's speed was fast enough that Amaria kept turning her head back to watch what was happening behind them, but still Mazelina swam on. After what felt like an eternity, the young girl plucked up the courage to tap the mermaid on the shoulder, and attempted to ask her a question. ”Where are you taking me?”
… not to smile.
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Post by Mazelina Occitan on Jan 15, 2018 1:40:09 GMT
| Mazelina glowered at the girl dangling from her grasp. Maz’s black-scaled claws wrapped around the girl’s arms, keeping her tucked against her body. It was an effective and aerodynamic way to travel. They had been swimming for a few minutes now, and Mazelina was happy to be leaving the coastal reef behind for the darker waters—they were much easier to travel for the mermaid.
Just as Mazelina was about to plunge off the side of the reef, out into the oceanic abyss, she felt a tapping at her shoulder. Mazelina halted, and turned her head in a bird-like manner towards the girl. Mazelina lowered her eyes, and her mouth puckered into a snarl.
”Wherever I feel like,” was Mazelina’s reply. She tore her gaze from the small human girl in her arms, and gazed out lovingly at the eerie waters. Her gaze was akin to that of a sensual lover trailing a finger along one’s skin. ”If your meager human mind must know, to my home.” Mazelina chuckled. The sound reverberated through the water. ”I guess to your new home as well.”
Mazelina turned her gaze out to the deep ocean. She grabbed Amaria’s chin and turned her head out to the deep water.
”Look, my child,” she purred, ”Aren’t you afraid of the dark? Of the creatures that prowl within? What about when those creatures come out to play?” She drawled out each word and sentence. Mazelina removed her skeletal claws from the girl’s chin. Her claws pierced skin, and a trail of blood flowed from her cheek and blended with the salt water. |
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Post by Amaria on Jan 18, 2018 1:19:01 GMT
it's so hard…
Aside from the action all happening below them, Amaria's other reason for craning her head almost painfully downwards into the depths of the see was not wanting to look at the mermaid that had abducted her so cruelly from her lovely life. As bad as it was to admit, Amaria had forgotten about Brent, and was much more concerned about how her parents were going to react when she didn't come home. Would they think that she had run away because she was unhappy? Because nothing could have been further from the truth! But then, surely this woman hadn't taken her purely because she could. Perhaps there was a reason – something that she needed someone else for, and she happened to fit the bill? Whatever it was, Amaria vowed to herself to do it, no matter what. A speedy completion meant being returned quicker, right?
The young girl froze when Mazelina stopped dead in the water. Her undivided attention was... intense, to say the least, and Amaria had to force breath in and out of her lungs, otherwise she would have ended up blacking out. The woman's answer didn't tell her much, but she was glad that she hadn't simply been ignored. At the limited explanation, Amaria's heart sank to her stomach. Her new home? That sounded.... Permanent. But always one to make the best of situations, the blonde beamed at the dark mer-woman. ”D'ya live underwater?!” She asked, excitedly. She had clearly done something to make it so Amaria could breathe under there with her, so that was the first conclusion her mind jumped to. If they lived under the water, she'd have to learn to swim, and she had always wanted to do that!
The confining band around Amaria's chest and arms loosened slightly as Maz grabbed her chin and forced her gaze in the direction of the inky waters they were about to delve into. But where normal people had a healthy fear of the unknown, Amaria felt only a keen desire to learn, helped along with a ridiculously oversized dollop of curiosity. Though she tried to be careful of the pointy claws as she did so, the young girl shook her head as vehemently as she was able. ”Of course not!” She trilled, offering a bright smile. ”I'd like to meet them all, if you'd like to show me!” There really wasn't a choice in the matter, but it was nice to pretend that she had the option to refuse. Her smile only dimmed when Mazelina released her chin, and the salt water stung at the cuts making her wince. She had no hand free to touch the wound, but she felt it acutely. Even so, she wouldn't dream of being rude. ”Pardon, miss, but could ya please be a mite more careful wi' your nails?” She paused for a second – a little politeness never hurt anyone, and from what the lady had said, it seemed that Amaria wasn't going home any time soon. ”M'name's Amaria, miss. What's yours?”
… not to smile.
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