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Call me cars. Or vroom. Or carsgovroom. Just another 20-something girl on the World Wide Web. I suppose I'd be considered a veteran RPer with probably a decade of RPing experience whose looking to have a bit of fun.
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Mara's consciousness started floating back, little by little. One of the first things she noticed was that she was still alive. Her moment of happiness at this realization was interrupted quite rudely by the sudden sensation of aching and pain that seemed to fill her entire body from the top of her head to the tip of her tail. She made a pained little moaning sound and tried to shift her position but was rendered immobile by the fishing net that was wrapped tightly around her and pinned down by her back. Once the pain and soreness hit she felt her self waking up and becoming more in tune with her surroundings, but she still couldn't force her eyes to open. Not yet.
She could hear the sounds of waves crashing, seagulls cawing and flapping their wings, and the morning breeze. Mara could feel the breeze on her wet skin, as well, and she shivered, noting the feeling of the sand hard against her back. So...she was on the shore. On the island? Maybe. But the storm had been strong, one of the strongest she'd ever seen and probably one of the worst to caught in the middle of. She could have ended washing ashore on any beach in the world for all she knew. She probably should have been a battered corpse by now, and dissolving into sea foam. Never to be found.
But Mara wasn't dissolving into sea foam. She was alive. Wonderfully and miraculously alive. She wanted to smile and scream out in victory. But she couldn't. One reason being she was still massively exhausted, the second reason being that she was too sore to even think about moving, and thirdly because she was still tangled up in this horrible net. Oh and she was on a beach somewhere. On land. Maybe even with humans. What if they found her? Killed her? Or put her in something Great-Grandfather called a tank where she would have watch humans through a glass surface as they paid money to oggle and stare at her. She wasn't out of the choppy water yet.
But it hurt too much to think about it right now. And she was still half asleep. Mara knew that she needed to find a way out of the net and back into the ocean, but her body refused to wake up all the way just yet. So she laid there on the shore for...must have been hours but maybe it was only minutes, and she couldn't tell when she was dreaming or not. She thought she heard a voice. A female voice speaking right beside her. It sounded hazy to her half unconscious ears, and Mara thought that it must have been a dream. Until she felt cold sea water splashing on her face.
Consciousness crashed through her instantly and Mara began raggedly coughing up whatever seawater was still in her throat from the previous night. Her body attempted to shift against the confines of the net, and her arms and torso and tale ached as she did so. She finally stopped coughing after a few moments and breathed deeply, though shakily as well. Her large, dark brown eyes finally flickered open, and Mara blinked back to shock of morning sunlight a few times before she was able to keep her eyes open. She was looking up at a blue sky and the concerned face of a human girl. After a brief moment of surprise Mara let out a startled gasp as her flight instincts kicked in. Well...at least they tried, and she wound up struggling against the net, wriggling painfully and futilely.
She could hear the sounds of waves crashing, seagulls cawing and flapping their wings, and the morning breeze. Mara could feel the breeze on her wet skin, as well, and she shivered, noting the feeling of the sand hard against her back. So...she was on the shore. On the island? Maybe. But the storm had been strong, one of the strongest she'd ever seen and probably one of the worst to caught in the middle of. She could have ended washing ashore on any beach in the world for all she knew. She probably should have been a battered corpse by now, and dissolving into sea foam. Never to be found.
But Mara wasn't dissolving into sea foam. She was alive. Wonderfully and miraculously alive. She wanted to smile and scream out in victory. But she couldn't. One reason being she was still massively exhausted, the second reason being that she was too sore to even think about moving, and thirdly because she was still tangled up in this horrible net. Oh and she was on a beach somewhere. On land. Maybe even with humans. What if they found her? Killed her? Or put her in something Great-Grandfather called a tank where she would have watch humans through a glass surface as they paid money to oggle and stare at her. She wasn't out of the choppy water yet.
But it hurt too much to think about it right now. And she was still half asleep. Mara knew that she needed to find a way out of the net and back into the ocean, but her body refused to wake up all the way just yet. So she laid there on the shore for...must have been hours but maybe it was only minutes, and she couldn't tell when she was dreaming or not. She thought she heard a voice. A female voice speaking right beside her. It sounded hazy to her half unconscious ears, and Mara thought that it must have been a dream. Until she felt cold sea water splashing on her face.
Consciousness crashed through her instantly and Mara began raggedly coughing up whatever seawater was still in her throat from the previous night. Her body attempted to shift against the confines of the net, and her arms and torso and tale ached as she did so. She finally stopped coughing after a few moments and breathed deeply, though shakily as well. Her large, dark brown eyes finally flickered open, and Mara blinked back to shock of morning sunlight a few times before she was able to keep her eyes open. She was looking up at a blue sky and the concerned face of a human girl. After a brief moment of surprise Mara let out a startled gasp as her flight instincts kicked in. Well...at least they tried, and she wound up struggling against the net, wriggling painfully and futilely.
I try to match what I receive, but my intro posts are always substantially longer than my average posts. I'm aiming for at least 3 good sized, detailed paragraphs for my average post. Quality is what's definitely key ;)
So I went a little all out, which I sometimes tend to do with intro posts, but ta daaaaaa. Hope you like it.
Liam let out a breath as he felt the paw on his cheek in response. He touched it lightly with his fingertips. "I wish I could see you," he whispered, now convinced that Dorothea was here. He had lost his sight, and he was holding to this belief with an iron fist. "I wish I could hold you. Properly, I mean. I've...I've missed you, and I was so scared, Dorothea." He tried to smile, but it was shaky. "What happened? Who did this do you?"
The Marshal had started speaking, and Liam went quiet at the sound of his voice. Will was listening, too, staring at the Marshal with an intent expression, though the rest of his emotions were unreadable. Raquelle working on her own to blind Liam didn't come as a surprised. She was desperate for his attention, desperate for any way to make him fall in love with her. It was cruel and selfish and Will closed his eyes briefly. When the Marshal spoke of the fire the dwarves had caused Will's eyes opened again and he looked at the Marshal hard. Everyone in the five kingdoms of Adosia knew the tales of the Witch of the Wood, though some believed her to be a ghost story. But what the Marshal was saying was that she wasn't only real but that he... "A servant of the Witch?" Will demanded, unable to hide the shock in his voice. He looked the Marshal up and down, not wanting to believe the grim honestly in the Marshal's tone. He then claimed to be working as a double agent which made Will raise his eyebrows.
The cat started to spit and hiss, but to all of the men beyond Liam that was all they heard. Liam, however, started hearing words within the hissing. A voice he dared to recognize. It made him sit up straighter and listen harder.
Will listened to the rest of the Marshal's account, that the Witch sought the take over three of the five kingdoms (the other two surely to follow), and that she was responsible to the kidnapping of Princess Dorothea and the framing of Verinia. The cat started hissing again, but Will didn't miss when the Marshal announced to the room that the Witch was actually Queen Narissa.
That made the steward blanch in surprise. "The Queen?" he exclaimed, staring at the Marshal with an incredulous expression. "That is one hell of an accusation, Derrick!" He had almost called him Marshal, but if he had honestly been a servant of the Witch...the Queen...even as a double agent...Will didn't know what to think. "I hope you have some sort of proof that Queen Narissa is this Witch, and that you were serving as a double agent." He didn't want to have to fight and arrest Derrick. Even alone he could make a formidable opponent, but he braced himself for a fight if it came to that. He remembered something that Derrick had said moments earlier and stared at him again. "You said that Princess Dorothea had been hidden in plain sight. Well then, where is she?"
"You kidnapped her?" Liam's voice suddenly rang out, and he was staring ahead of him, completely straight in his armchair. His voice was wavering in shock and growing anger. He had heard Dorothea's words more clearly the second time she had spoke and they had just sunk in. "You.... You were the one that kidnapped her?" He was half shouting now and his head swiveled around towards the direction he's heard the Marshal's voice coming from. "It was you?!"
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"NO," Narissa said firmly, and with a slight harshness in her tone, when Raquelle asked if she could burn the farmer's house down with all of them inside. "No, let them have this moment of relief. The Marshal has betrayed me. And you. We need to make him suffer, don't we? And burning to death is too good for him." A smile, beautiful in it's terror, flickered across her lips. "We can still get everything we want, and make Derrick suffer for what he's done to us at the same time. I have a new plan. And I need you to be perfect to make it work. Now send your servants home. Then follow Darius back to my hollow. Can you do this for me?"
The Marshal had started speaking, and Liam went quiet at the sound of his voice. Will was listening, too, staring at the Marshal with an intent expression, though the rest of his emotions were unreadable. Raquelle working on her own to blind Liam didn't come as a surprised. She was desperate for his attention, desperate for any way to make him fall in love with her. It was cruel and selfish and Will closed his eyes briefly. When the Marshal spoke of the fire the dwarves had caused Will's eyes opened again and he looked at the Marshal hard. Everyone in the five kingdoms of Adosia knew the tales of the Witch of the Wood, though some believed her to be a ghost story. But what the Marshal was saying was that she wasn't only real but that he... "A servant of the Witch?" Will demanded, unable to hide the shock in his voice. He looked the Marshal up and down, not wanting to believe the grim honestly in the Marshal's tone. He then claimed to be working as a double agent which made Will raise his eyebrows.
The cat started to spit and hiss, but to all of the men beyond Liam that was all they heard. Liam, however, started hearing words within the hissing. A voice he dared to recognize. It made him sit up straighter and listen harder.
Will listened to the rest of the Marshal's account, that the Witch sought the take over three of the five kingdoms (the other two surely to follow), and that she was responsible to the kidnapping of Princess Dorothea and the framing of Verinia. The cat started hissing again, but Will didn't miss when the Marshal announced to the room that the Witch was actually Queen Narissa.
That made the steward blanch in surprise. "The Queen?" he exclaimed, staring at the Marshal with an incredulous expression. "That is one hell of an accusation, Derrick!" He had almost called him Marshal, but if he had honestly been a servant of the Witch...the Queen...even as a double agent...Will didn't know what to think. "I hope you have some sort of proof that Queen Narissa is this Witch, and that you were serving as a double agent." He didn't want to have to fight and arrest Derrick. Even alone he could make a formidable opponent, but he braced himself for a fight if it came to that. He remembered something that Derrick had said moments earlier and stared at him again. "You said that Princess Dorothea had been hidden in plain sight. Well then, where is she?"
"You kidnapped her?" Liam's voice suddenly rang out, and he was staring ahead of him, completely straight in his armchair. His voice was wavering in shock and growing anger. He had heard Dorothea's words more clearly the second time she had spoke and they had just sunk in. "You.... You were the one that kidnapped her?" He was half shouting now and his head swiveled around towards the direction he's heard the Marshal's voice coming from. "It was you?!"
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"NO," Narissa said firmly, and with a slight harshness in her tone, when Raquelle asked if she could burn the farmer's house down with all of them inside. "No, let them have this moment of relief. The Marshal has betrayed me. And you. We need to make him suffer, don't we? And burning to death is too good for him." A smile, beautiful in it's terror, flickered across her lips. "We can still get everything we want, and make Derrick suffer for what he's done to us at the same time. I have a new plan. And I need you to be perfect to make it work. Now send your servants home. Then follow Darius back to my hollow. Can you do this for me?"
Her family could say a lot of things about her, that she was too curious, too restless, or that she spent too many hours day dreaming and off by herself. Her brother maybe even insisted that she kept too many secrets and needed them to keep two sets of eyes on her. But nobody, not her parents, her brother, or any of her grandparents, could ever say that Mara was not careful.
She always had been curious about everything. The reefs, the trenches, the tunnels and caves that she often found, even sunken ships, all of them had offered some soft of mystery for her. She needed to go to them, see everything for herself, experience the unknown. But she was just as cautious as she was curious, and she always made an extra effort to make herself, and her family, feel more secure before she went exploring. Mara wasn't foolish, at least not completely, and she knew all of the cautionary tales and took them into account before taking any sort of risk. She had always been this way. This caution had never left her, not even when her curiosity began to outgrow the miles and miles of ocean that covered the globe and became fixed upon the surface world. Dry land. Where the humans lived.
There wasn't a little mergirl or boy alive who hadn't heard the stories of hundreds of merfolk being captured and killed, or put on display like some sort of freak, by the humans. Children went to sleep terrified that a vessel carrying humans would come along and capture them all if they didn't behave. Mara had been one of those children, but years had passed since her last nightmare and the mysteries of the surface had grown too enticing for her. She had made her fist secret trip up to the surface when she had been fourteen. It had been a quick one. She had simply broken the surface and had taken in a breath of air, just as easily as she did while under water. She had looked up into the sky, the light from the sun nearly blinding her after years spent in the depths, and felt the warmth and heard the songs of birds. It had lasted maybe half a minute, then she had ducked down under the water again and started descending towards home again. She had felt elated about the forbidden trip, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she went back.
For four years Mara had been traveling back and forth, from her underwater home to the surface, but she had always been careful about it. She made sure she was as far from human habitation as possible, never staying too long, and was always mindful of predators and the human vessels with their nets. She didn't want to end up like her great-grandmother, Una. Caught and never seen again. No one ever found out where she spent her free time, not even Aron and Zale, who for so long were under the believe that their little sister needed their protection. She could hardly believe it herself, since Mara was part of the Elder's family, and the only daughter of the next Elder in line. But some how, with a great deal of care and a little luck, her fascination with the surface had never been found out.
It had become even easier since she had turned eighteen. Over the past couple of months Mara had been allowed more freedom than ever, and her brothers had begun to admit that she was good at taking care of herself. That was why she had started taking more risks. Staying at the surface longer, venturing a little bit further away from home each day, and even allowing herself to get close and closer to humans. In particularly an island with a human village. It was quiet, for a human home, and beautiful to look at. The only thing she needed to be careful of were the vessels and nets that seemed to surround it. It wasn't too hard, though. It was actually sort of fun, in a dangerous sort of way. There were a patch of not too far away where she liked to lay out in the sun and watch the island.
That is where Mara had spent that afternoon, eyes closed as she felt the heat of the sun soaked rock against her bare back and the warmth of the sun against her cheeks and stomach. Her long red hair was fanned around her head and she could feel them drying into their natural loose curls while she flicked her fin lazily through the water it was still submerged in. There were several seals lounging on the rocks around her, and she reached out to stroke on ling next to her. The animals didn't mind her company. Sea animals were rarely afraid of merfolk. She would have stayed a bit longer if she hadn't felt the storm brewing in the air, and the seals hadn't started to vacate the rocks. Mara's eyes opened and she pushed herself into a sitting position and shivered slightly. No one, not even a mermaid, wanted to be caught in the middle of a storm.
She lowered herself down into the water and dove back beneath the depths, preparing herself for her swim back home, when she heard a terrified chattering not too far off. She turned, unable to stop her curiosity, and it didn't take long for her to find the source. A young dolphin was caught in a human net, crying for help, while her mother hovered about in distress. Mara knew she needed to go home, that she couldn't linger, that nets were dangerous. But she wasn't heartless. She couldn't leave and allow the mother to loose her child. She darted forward and began to coax the young dolphin into calmness as she set about unraveling her from the net. It didn't take as long as she feared it would, and the mother and child were soon darting away to safety. Smiling and satisfied, Mara flicked her fin to start her journey home.
The motion that had always been so natural and graceful was stiff, clumsy, and painful. And she didn't move an inch. Mara looked back and down and felt a cold panic fill her. She had been trying to be so careful as she had untangled the dolphin from the net, but she saw that her fin had become tangled in the material instead. She had always been told not to panic if she found herself caught in a net, to remain calm and make no sudden movements. It was easier said than done. She couldn't stop herself from making sudden movements. Mara foolishly began to try to jerk and pull herself away from the net, then tried to yank it off of her tail, but it only made it worse. Soon her arms were caught and rendered motionless, and as she twisted she felt the net begin to wrap around her and weigh her down until she was hopelessly trapped. If she could cry underwater she would be, and she knew that there was no way her parents or brothers would be able to find her.
Then the storm began. She could feel the water around her beginning to churn as she wind and rain beat against in, and the currents started growing stronger, as did the push and pull of the waves. The net was thrown backwards ad forwards, with Mara caught inside. She couldn't move, couldn't do anything to brace herself against the pain, and couldn't even scream. Then, after what felt like hours, she felt and heard the ropes keeping the net in place snap.
As the storm currents pulled the freed net through the water, Mara was dragged along with it. She felt herself being painfully thrown around, thrashed, and beaten, horribly awake for all of it. Then she felt her body strike something hard and all she knew was pain and the thought that she was going to die an instant before she fell unconscious.
The morning after a storm was always so beautiful and calm, and the waves flowed gently in and out around the limp, but miraculously alive, figure of an unconscious Mara. She was still tangled in the fishing net, and her back was pressed against the damp sand of an isolated cove. Her wet hair was sticking to the pale skin of her neck, shoulder, and cheeks, and when she woke her entire body was going to ache from the beating the storm had given her. But she was still deeply unconscious, with her eyes closed and her breathing steady.
She always had been curious about everything. The reefs, the trenches, the tunnels and caves that she often found, even sunken ships, all of them had offered some soft of mystery for her. She needed to go to them, see everything for herself, experience the unknown. But she was just as cautious as she was curious, and she always made an extra effort to make herself, and her family, feel more secure before she went exploring. Mara wasn't foolish, at least not completely, and she knew all of the cautionary tales and took them into account before taking any sort of risk. She had always been this way. This caution had never left her, not even when her curiosity began to outgrow the miles and miles of ocean that covered the globe and became fixed upon the surface world. Dry land. Where the humans lived.
There wasn't a little mergirl or boy alive who hadn't heard the stories of hundreds of merfolk being captured and killed, or put on display like some sort of freak, by the humans. Children went to sleep terrified that a vessel carrying humans would come along and capture them all if they didn't behave. Mara had been one of those children, but years had passed since her last nightmare and the mysteries of the surface had grown too enticing for her. She had made her fist secret trip up to the surface when she had been fourteen. It had been a quick one. She had simply broken the surface and had taken in a breath of air, just as easily as she did while under water. She had looked up into the sky, the light from the sun nearly blinding her after years spent in the depths, and felt the warmth and heard the songs of birds. It had lasted maybe half a minute, then she had ducked down under the water again and started descending towards home again. She had felt elated about the forbidden trip, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she went back.
For four years Mara had been traveling back and forth, from her underwater home to the surface, but she had always been careful about it. She made sure she was as far from human habitation as possible, never staying too long, and was always mindful of predators and the human vessels with their nets. She didn't want to end up like her great-grandmother, Una. Caught and never seen again. No one ever found out where she spent her free time, not even Aron and Zale, who for so long were under the believe that their little sister needed their protection. She could hardly believe it herself, since Mara was part of the Elder's family, and the only daughter of the next Elder in line. But some how, with a great deal of care and a little luck, her fascination with the surface had never been found out.
It had become even easier since she had turned eighteen. Over the past couple of months Mara had been allowed more freedom than ever, and her brothers had begun to admit that she was good at taking care of herself. That was why she had started taking more risks. Staying at the surface longer, venturing a little bit further away from home each day, and even allowing herself to get close and closer to humans. In particularly an island with a human village. It was quiet, for a human home, and beautiful to look at. The only thing she needed to be careful of were the vessels and nets that seemed to surround it. It wasn't too hard, though. It was actually sort of fun, in a dangerous sort of way. There were a patch of not too far away where she liked to lay out in the sun and watch the island.
That is where Mara had spent that afternoon, eyes closed as she felt the heat of the sun soaked rock against her bare back and the warmth of the sun against her cheeks and stomach. Her long red hair was fanned around her head and she could feel them drying into their natural loose curls while she flicked her fin lazily through the water it was still submerged in. There were several seals lounging on the rocks around her, and she reached out to stroke on ling next to her. The animals didn't mind her company. Sea animals were rarely afraid of merfolk. She would have stayed a bit longer if she hadn't felt the storm brewing in the air, and the seals hadn't started to vacate the rocks. Mara's eyes opened and she pushed herself into a sitting position and shivered slightly. No one, not even a mermaid, wanted to be caught in the middle of a storm.
She lowered herself down into the water and dove back beneath the depths, preparing herself for her swim back home, when she heard a terrified chattering not too far off. She turned, unable to stop her curiosity, and it didn't take long for her to find the source. A young dolphin was caught in a human net, crying for help, while her mother hovered about in distress. Mara knew she needed to go home, that she couldn't linger, that nets were dangerous. But she wasn't heartless. She couldn't leave and allow the mother to loose her child. She darted forward and began to coax the young dolphin into calmness as she set about unraveling her from the net. It didn't take as long as she feared it would, and the mother and child were soon darting away to safety. Smiling and satisfied, Mara flicked her fin to start her journey home.
The motion that had always been so natural and graceful was stiff, clumsy, and painful. And she didn't move an inch. Mara looked back and down and felt a cold panic fill her. She had been trying to be so careful as she had untangled the dolphin from the net, but she saw that her fin had become tangled in the material instead. She had always been told not to panic if she found herself caught in a net, to remain calm and make no sudden movements. It was easier said than done. She couldn't stop herself from making sudden movements. Mara foolishly began to try to jerk and pull herself away from the net, then tried to yank it off of her tail, but it only made it worse. Soon her arms were caught and rendered motionless, and as she twisted she felt the net begin to wrap around her and weigh her down until she was hopelessly trapped. If she could cry underwater she would be, and she knew that there was no way her parents or brothers would be able to find her.
Then the storm began. She could feel the water around her beginning to churn as she wind and rain beat against in, and the currents started growing stronger, as did the push and pull of the waves. The net was thrown backwards ad forwards, with Mara caught inside. She couldn't move, couldn't do anything to brace herself against the pain, and couldn't even scream. Then, after what felt like hours, she felt and heard the ropes keeping the net in place snap.
As the storm currents pulled the freed net through the water, Mara was dragged along with it. She felt herself being painfully thrown around, thrashed, and beaten, horribly awake for all of it. Then she felt her body strike something hard and all she knew was pain and the thought that she was going to die an instant before she fell unconscious.
The morning after a storm was always so beautiful and calm, and the waves flowed gently in and out around the limp, but miraculously alive, figure of an unconscious Mara. She was still tangled in the fishing net, and her back was pressed against the damp sand of an isolated cove. Her wet hair was sticking to the pale skin of her neck, shoulder, and cheeks, and when she woke her entire body was going to ache from the beating the storm had given her. But she was still deeply unconscious, with her eyes closed and her breathing steady.
I can probably post something soonish. Within the house Once I get something to eat (it's only lunch time here). But before I leave to go grocery shopping. I have a good, general plan for a post so it shouldn't be too much trouble. ;)
A small fishing town on an island would be ideal. Hard to keep secrets in, lots of superstitions, lots of boats and nets. And probably people would notice if a new girl showed up when Mara gets her legs.
The fishing net idea is good, and I like the isolation. She could have been freeing a dolphin or something and got tangled up instead. Perhaps there was a storm overnight which pulled the net free and washed it, and Mara, ashore?
The fishing net idea is good, and I like the isolation. She could have been freeing a dolphin or something and got tangled up instead. Perhaps there was a storm overnight which pulled the net free and washed it, and Mara, ashore?
I don't mind waiting, but if I think of a good place to start Mara off at I could begin. Trying to think of a reason she'd be closer to shore than she normally would dare. maybe got caught in a current during high tide and is now a bit stranded due to low tide?
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