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The stranger smiled as she repeated him. He…smiled. Isara was so caught off guard by his smile. Nobody but her mother had given her a true genuine smile like that before. She hoped that she did things right and that he wasn’t just smiling for no reason, but either way, she began to feel a flutter of a feeling that she wasn’t familiar with. It was faint, warm, and fluttery but seemed to radiate and grow within her. She was confused about this feeling, but she was leaning towards the idea of liking it. After she asked about eating fish, the stranger said a single word and nodded his head. She wasn’t sure what the word had been exactly, but paired with the nod of his head, she only assumed it was yes. ”Sha is yes?” The young girl thought to herself briefly before the stranger then seemed to address the words she had said earlier. Flapas was wings…swima was fish…woda was water. Isara was going to say something but before she could even gather the words to say the stranger said something about eating fish and dove into the water. Teal eyes grew wide as she watched him gracefully enter the water and move around in it. ”Em ste swima?!” She breathily exclaimed as she watched him swim about and chase after the fish. But it was shortly into his hunt that Isara remembered him stating as such…she just didn’t believe it. So did that mean his ‘wings’ were different? They weren’t wings were they…he had called them fins right? His were fins…and hers were wings. She looked to and fro between the stranger and her wings. What if she could swim? What if her’s were fins too? Maybe that was why she was so clumsy with them on land? As she debated and continued to look and compare Isara concluded that she probably wouldn’t be any less clumsy in water than she would be on land. No…his were fins…and her’s were wings. The sound of dripping water caught her attention as she looked back at the stranger. He was coming back to shore with the fish in his mouth and before she knew it he had plopped it on the ground at her paws. She stared at it for a second then looked to the stranger as he gestured for her to eat it while also asking her to eat the fish she presumed he meant to say. Her stomach rumbled with a bit more intensity now that she had food in front of her. Teal eyes looked down at it wondering if she really could eat it. All she had before this was just scraps of food that her captors were willing to share. Which more often than not was mostly just bones. Nervously, Isara poked at the fish as it lay there on the ground before her - jumping slightly backward after she did so in case something happened. When nothing happened she then began to sniff at the deceased creature. At first the girl noted it smelt sweet with a mix of some sort of metallic earthy tone…except it was weird. There was another element to it that Isara didn’t even know how to place or name as well but regardless her mouth began to water. Then towards the very end of her scenting the fish, she caught the faint trace scent of fresh blood. Her heart quickened in pace as she stared down at the fish. Blood? Immediately she found herself thrown into her memories. She was hiding in some brush like her mother had told her to do. Isara’s mother had run off long ago with the hopes of outrunning their chasers. The snap of a twig caught the young girl’s attention. For a brief moment, she felt relief as she thought it was her mother returning for her. And although it was her mother, her mother was not alone. She had been captured. Isara crouched as close to the ground as she could as she watched her mother be pushed around and beaten for sport until she tripped and fell. Angrily the captors yelled for her to get up, but her mother seemed either unable or refused to. It was then that the sport beating turned and eventually Isara’s mother no longer moved. The metallic iron scent of blood filled the area as the captors decided to leave. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she waited hours before running over to her mother and begging and pleading for her to get up and move. To wake up. But no matter what little Isa tried, her mother would never wake up again and deep down even Isara knew that. “Nomon…” Isara whined as tears began to flow down her claw-marked cheeks. She forced herself to try a bite of the fish but almost immediately following that first bite her emotions started to flood as she broke down crying. The fish was good…but she wished that her mother was here to eat it with her. Other than this stranger, she was all alone in this world…and apparently didn’t even speak the same language. She was lost and alone and knew nothing about the world and even though it excited her it also scared her to death. She just wanted her mother to be there to guide her, to teach her, and to be with her…but that was nigh impossible anymore. Translations |
Brightwood
A large forest of tall trees with orange, yellow, and red leaves. The trees here are permanently colored this way, despite the seasons.
[AW] seeing all the vultures circling
