Naiya Fayre (misty_eyed) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-07-14 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | mist, quicksilver |
Who: Mist OTA
Where: Beach
What: Toes in the Sand
Warnings: TBD
The sea is her home, at least, in her own mind. She has always felt as though she is a part of it, the spray and mist that hovers above the water at dawn and dusk, those are her mother and father. Moreso than some unknown male and a long-gone maid at a mutant plantation somewhere. People she was never connected to, people she never felt anything for. That's the way of her life though, that emptiness, the lack of feeling anything for anyone. Only a few have touched her enough that she could even be considered to miss them now that they are gone. Her former Master, in a way, because he was such a large part of her life whether she liked him or not, and her friend, her only friend.
This place isn't much different than the world that she had left. Yes, here she must fight for her life, but her life was always in danger at the plantation. If she misstepped, if she angered the wrong person, things could have ended just as badly. This is nothing more than that. She is of the idea that she cannot be harmed, but then she has a hard time harming others without killing them. That may be a problem for the Block Owners. As it was, there was no worry for that just yet, not with all of the trials and tribulations the Island is going through just at the time of her arrival.
She still had not gotten her collar, merely the daily injections to keep her from turning to mist and drifting away on some summer breeze. Hurricane season was coming, that.. was going to be interesting. Green eyes returned to the watchful gaze out over the ocean, staring at the point where grey waves met grey sky. Her toes wiggled, bare in the wet sand, and the wind danced with her hair. So far, she liked this cove at least, very much.