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Post by misspixie on Jul 8, 2010 14:46:00 GMT -5
   This isn't the worst day here, at least. The thought ran through Ayame Cho's mind like the water running over the white sand of the very beach she was standing in. Her feet dug deep into the warm sand, the low tide crashing against her bare legs made a smile cross her round face. Aya loved days like this, where there was a little light shining through all the gloom and doom of the island she was currently occupying. Seeing the little glimpse of light made her remember that not everything, nor the whole world was depressed as this island and the people that took residency to it.
Maybe a little notch of her depression wheel was due to a lifetime of depressing events, though when you randomly wake up by yourself on an island of which you had no idea existed without your Nanna, the lady of whom you were staying with ... that moment where you feel confused and lonely and lost and even as if you had lost everything all over again, that could bring on more depression than one already had.
Then again, when you lose your family to a fire, learn that you're a Kelpie without the help of anyone, learn that your parent's had tried their best to hide that side of their life from you, and hear from the brother you thought to be dead after you watched him burn ... well, you'd be a little fucked up in the head too.
If fucked up is what it should be called, it's more like demented.
Ayame Cho blocked out the memories, shutting herself off from that part of her life. Simply trying to let it go and enjoy this little piece of bliss that she was capturing before it disappeared for a while, or even forever. She closed her eyes, letting the little bit of light linger on her pale face, before she opened her bright brown eyes and dragged her feet through the sand and further into the ocean.
As the water crashed around her she glanced about the beach - making sure she was still alone the way she had been when she had come - then let every fabric of her being slip from grasp as she engulfed herself in the salty water. At first she lingered as her hair danced in the water around her face, then pushing with her feet she swan further out, losing herself. Her heart began to race and before she knew it she was looking through the ocean, at the fish, with large black eyes, her ears stood straight up on the top of her head, her neck careaning down to the long white frame of a huge white horse.
She didn't stay under long - though long enough to have her whole body covered in droplets of water - before she poked her muzzle out from under the surface of the now still waters. Blinking slowly for several moment to clear her ocean filled eyes she looked out over the surface of the water to the empty beach; taking a deep breath the girl let out a soft whinny and kicked at the ocean floor below her to swim out further.
She was free, and for once in Ayame Cho's life she didn't have to look over her shoulder every minute in fear. Not as a Kelpie anyway, as a Kelpie she was strong - at her strongest - wise, big, and a really good swimmer. She was a strong water horse with soft white hide that, if touched, had you in a death grip. No matter who or what you are ... unless one is of the supernatural, of course.
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Post by kelan on Jul 11, 2010 4:35:02 GMT -5
His dark brown eyes opened as he felt a shift in what he had begun to call 'his' water. Someone had gotten in. Looking around, he slowly and methodically ventured forth as if he were on a battlefield back in Scotland again. He turned his ears this way and that, listening for tell-tale sounds of who or what had entered his new but temporary home. He breathed and moved quite well underwater for an equine-human hybrid. His hooves hit the bottom of the ocean, propelling him up to the surface where he broke through and inhaled fresh air. It was then he saw her.
A beautiful white horse, swimming just as he was. Making his way over to her, he hoped she was a kelpie and not a shifter or just a run-of-the-mill horse. There was nothing wrong with shifters, to be sure, but he hadn't met any kelpies yet since arriving and he was so hoping to do so. Getting her attention with a slight whinny, he jerked his head in the direction of the beach, silently asking if she wanted to go ashore and talk. He turned his body and started swimming towards the beach, casually glancing behind himself at her to see if she were following him as his jet black coat and mane shone in the sunlight.
Once he reached the sand, he made sure to don some clothing - a black sleeveless shirt and his kilt, marked with his family's tartan colors of red, blue and green - and looked out towards the water at her. He hoped she'd get his intended meaning from the simple nod and come ashore where they could talk, but if she didn't, he'd simply go back out and annoy her until she did. As he grinned at the idea, his hair swirled around in the breeze, framing his pale face and making him look possibly even whiter than the sand he stood on.
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Post by misspixie on Jul 14, 2010 16:03:32 GMT -5
It felt good to be out in the water where she could be herself, it was nice being able to be free; or at least have the small feeling of being free. No matter what, though, no amount of feeling free actually freed her from an island that she was stuck on. There was no amount of freedom when Ayame couldn't really go anywhere, or do anything without feeling as though she is being watched. Even if Aya thinks hard enough that her brother is not actually here, she always feels as though he is watching her every step, calculating her every move, and trying his hardest to figure out what scares her the most. If only it could be easy enough for him to tell, she was frightened of him ... and occasionally of things that she had no control over.
She could feel the ambient water move around her almost as if another being was there with her. Glancing around her eyes landed on another horse, one much like herself only his hide was black. As he swam closer to her Ayame's thought curled around her mind, Is he a shifter or am I seeing another Kelpie besides myself? Ayame had never in her life met another Kelpie, not even her own parents, but if this lad was a Kelpie you could bet that Ayame would rejoice ... and probably attach herself to him for the rest of her strange life. Maybe he knew he was a Kelpie long before she had, maybe he could help her out... Because God forbid, Ayame still wasn't quite used to being a water horse.
Understanding completely the silent language of the horse she followed behind him as he lead them to shore. As he changed back, she did the same, slipping on an eyelet dress similar to the color of her hide. Straightening out her dress as she turned to face the boy who had beckened her to fallow she allowed a faint smile to cross her face, a slight blush; she had to resist running her hands through his long red hair. Nodding her head, protesting against her own thoughts she spoke first, the barely there smile still on her face, "Hi, I'm Ayame Cho." Her voice sounded frail and weak, but she straightened herself and looked into his eyes with her brown ones.
She had heard rumours that there were other creature, Shifters, Witches, Daimons, and many more, but she never believed it; she never had any reason too. Not until now. Running a small hand nervously through her pixie cut hair she tried to strike up a better conversation, "So ..." But she was always horrible at doing that, like her brother (especially with having to be raised by him) she was a little more on the straight forward side. "Are you a shifter? Or-or a Kelpie?" I was evident that she was nervous, her voice waivered in and out and cracked around the edges. It must be the salt water?
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Post by kelan on Jul 26, 2010 21:03:22 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, due to confusion on my part, the thread is safe. XD A post is on it's way. ^^
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Post by FLYFLY on Jul 27, 2010 15:49:16 GMT -5
Ayame Cho is not being dropped o.o
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Post by october moon on Oct 10, 2010 9:11:44 GMT -5
I'm sorry to say that, seeing as how Ayame Cho is one of too many characters on my plate and she's the one with the least ideas I'm going to be dropping her. I'm sorry, but I just have no muse for her and too many characters that I'm not doing anything with. I'm cleaning the ones out that I don't think I'll have muse for or keep going with. I apologize, but I just can't handle this many characters.
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