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    Aya Valentine
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    Level : 48

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    Nemesism

    Post by Aya Valentine on Tue Dec 16, 2014 3:30 am

    Time: 3:56 AM
    Date: December 11th, 0005



    Sometimes the draculina was barely aware of why her body seemed possessed to go places she would not think in times of overwhelming distress. Perhaps it was in her nature to hide away in a place that instinct would deem safe until a better time. Aya would no sooner claim to under why or how but acknowledge that it was inevitable that it would happen over and over. The soles of her boots hitting the loose sand of the beach finally began to echo in her ears, the vampire blinked near lethargically at the place she had wandered. A coast, a place of two events in her life, not extremely personal but important nonetheless. The exact location of the two places was lost to time but she knew this place. Even in the early hours of the morning she could see the ocean clearly, and frowned at it.

    She didn't like the ocean.

    Or, she did used to like it. Once, but now it was a different terrain that she couldn't physically handle crossing it anymore. Made her wonder why of all places she would come here to find something. The ocean was a eater of lost things, a keeper and protector but not where what she had misplaced resided. Turning away from the ocean's lapping waves, the vampire's eyes slide up the expanse of the cliffs then down long it until an opening could be seen farther down the coast. Even though daylight came later, it would still come and standing beneath the rays would be a poor way to make her way into the pool of souls. Moving forward once again, she stepped carefully past driftwood and broken shells and the ebbing tide till she could better inspect her find.


    The opening was moderate, though it wouldn't blast her with the sun's rays during the day time to which was always favorable. It was rather wet and damp, a generous pool of water had gather due to waves remained stagnant in pools at least for the time being. Thinking better of it, Aya made her way back out to the beach, and collected drifted wood in a hurried pace before setting her knapsack down and depositing it on the other items that resided within. With her little collection finished, the draculina reentered the cave, skirting around the water and examining the dry surface and a opening that appeared to lead somewhere deeper.  With the oncoming morning in a few hours and an uncanny need for rest, the vampire settled far from the water's edge, casting her bag down and taking some drift wood deemed dry enough and setting it in a small pile and mindfully stacking loose rocks around it. Digging around in the bag, a box of matches were produced, taking two she struck them both and maneuvered them between the pieces of wood, steeping back as tiny flames tried to breath to life she busied herself not very much minding if the fire was successful for not. It was a human impulse, much like the blanket she pulled from the bag and spread out to rest on. Sitting down and lay back with a large rock as support, the vampire's eyes remained transfixed on the pitifully small fire, the glow reminding her of another time that fire had been a companion when she needed it...

    Aya blinked, alert to where that that last thought had gone. What lengths she had gone to not think of that. Or rather them. Like the ocean, fire held two memories she tried to bury unsuccessfully. It was a painful thing, was a conclusion she had come to in long thought. As time marched forward, the terrible things that had occurred to her stayed painted fresh in her mind but the good things were eroding. She could no longer remember her Father's face, just a bare glimpse of a smile. Childhood friends were blasted away in the sands of each passing day, all the good memories of a dull, simple girl named Christine Valentine were replaced by the trials and suffering of her successor Aya. And the vampire wished it were the other way round, desperately so to just see the face of lost loved ones when things were how they were supposed to be.

    Instead, she saw the face of a child, small and innocent full of life before his childish smile turned into a mischievous grin and his skin darkened, hair lengthened and face grew wider and longer. A child's face replaced of one caught between adult and adolescent. A kind face that melted into one of latex, eyes in every color and changing and blue streaks and glitters in time. Aya balled her fists and pressed her palms below her eyes and willed the images to fade. Three faces burned in her minds eye that played over and over but it was never that simple. There was one final face, that started as an egg, and continued on into a small ball of fluff. Her hands dropped onto her lap, and she stared at the cavern motionlessly. Maybe she ought cry out, but what would it do? She decided to close her eyes and try to rest, hoping to not be assailed by ever changing faces, but she knew they would come as they did more often than sleep.
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    Aya Valentine
    Champion of the Ss'ruul
    Champion of the Ss'ruul

    Posts : 485
    Join date : 2009-08-01
    Age : 186
    Location : ....?
    Level : 48

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    55/55  (55/55)
    Health Bar:
    530/530  (530/530)
    Stamina Bar:
    96/96  (96/96)

    Re: Nemesism

    Post by Aya Valentine on Sat Jan 31, 2015 11:14 pm

    Time: 8:42 PM
    Date: December 13th, 0005


    Time was...odd.

    Or at least it passed oddly. Sometimes like a bullet and other times like molasses in the dead of winter. Aya could never decide which she preferred, as time to her was nothing short of endless much like the depths of the very ocean whose waves lapped constantly at the rocks below. In a good two days she had hardly moved if not to gather more wood to burn for an unneeded fire. She frowned at the flames, not bothered whenever an ember flitted from the safety of the flames and near her spot. She often thought that the fascination with fire came from being flammable, though with reflection came a truth. Aya was terrified of fire, not because it meant her death. Just a death she could not prevent. Even with time, the burden that many had told her wasn't hers to bear had sat on her shoulders and with it more had added to it till she could hardly stomach to thinking about being responsible for another being. She recalled waiting for him to reappear, ready to comfort Rhys and be the shield and wing to watch over him.

    But the undeniable fact was, what was born in Portal Breach would not return to it. Was he a little lost soul where ever those who died permanently went the draculina wondered constantly. Another face and body stuck in those tubes or perhaps worst of all, he become nothing. Simple blasted out of existence and memory when time passed. She refused to question anyone of it, perhaps to stave of the wounds left by it to believe that he was simply resting, sleeping away peacefully with his parents who in their disappearance had gone to find him and make up for their mistakes. It was probable. Aya could believe it in, if only for a moment.

    Maybe what truly was wrong with her, along with turmoil buried deep was the fact that despite her best efforts to be and do good that she was incapable of doing such things. A divine punishment for anything and everything she had done. Aya blinked slowly, head tilting back to watch as the shadows cast by the fire stretched and curled on the ceiling. It would be easier to address all the evils in life as misguided penance, it would be gentler, she figured sometimes.

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