Naza
Hermit of North of Anderstel
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There lurks a darkness beneath the tranquil surface that was never there before. It is a danger that scares her, that wraps itself around her spine and nests in the shipwreck of her ribs. It has made her chest its home, her heart its most precious possession. Perhaps the intentions and ambitions of the previous skin's owner tainted with the perils of passing and the likeness of the end. She dreams of the abyss, of finality, those musings that wake you from slumber for the mind ought not know. Yet she has seen. She has been witness to the calamity that is death. A secret she swallows like a key, hoping that none other unlock it.
x. Born twin to Nagesh by Alexandra Salvatore. x. Being the weaker of the two from birth, she was shunned by their mother and often left to her own devices. Regardless of the canyon of attention, she was still a relatively happy child though frail and often sick. Despite their mother's view of her, she and her twin loved each other and had as close of a relationship as their matron allowed. x. Her half-sibling Fin is born. She helped in raising him, her mother finally having use for her while she continued to train Naga. x. When Naga is changed, he attacks her. She barely survives, but leaves their family home under the aggressive suggestion of Alexandria. She moves instead into a small cottage near the sea. x. Her brothers still visit on occasion when they can escape their mother's watchful eye, so they are few and far between. On one such autumn visit, Naga brings her a beautiful coat. When she puts it on to walk the beach that evening, she is turned into one of the Muirinn. x. Her brothers do not visit for quite some time. x. Another visits her instead. A stranger. Her cabin had become a quaint little home, decorated and improved with gifts from the sea, but hands other than hers or her siblings have never touched the wood upon the door. She answers near the first knock, thinking it to be one of her brothers, foolishly beckoning them to "Come in! Come in! It's cold out!" But it is not Naga. It is not Fin. x. Blood slakes the floorboards. She grasps her throat, barely escaping into the arms of the ocean. Her dark shadow fleets beyond the tidal waves. x. She starts anew. A new harbor, a new, small and secluded beach. Her building skills have improved with the repairs and improvements of her last home. She mourns it. She grieves many things. She's careful not to draw her blood for a new fear that prickles her skin, unsure if she will survive another struggle. |