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Posted on June 9, 2010 at 11:08:31 PM by m a r i n t h
The ocean, it was so pretty. The little sea creatures that danced in the water as they swam, the living fixtures like coral that worked to conveniently protect fish like the clown fish. Like little Nemo with his messed up little fin. How cute. It was amazing going to different parts of the globe, seeing the different colors of the ocean. The teals, the blues, the greens, the blue greens. It was breath taking. It was also disgusting to see the disturbed brown water that had been polluted to the point where inhabitable. You see, Marinth is at peace with nature. She loves it, and she protects it. In fact, she very much embodies it. Her temperament at heart is calm and filled with serenity. If anything were to happen say a poor little chipmunk, she would nurse it back to health. She prayed to the deities for animals that had passed away, and attempted to heal the animals that needed healing. Marinth did not quite have the power for that. She refused to eat meat, strictly being a vegetarian. Products made by harming animals hurt her soul—or that’s what she believed. Her soul was very important to her. You must be pure of soul to have a kind heart.
Frail fingers ran through her hair, parting it into three sections as she braided the long blue hair. It fell to the side over her shoulder and down her breast, barely covering the nearly-sheer material. She was tiny, with nearly no muscle to decorate her frame. It was the lack of protein, probably. She took vitamins for it and ate plenty of beans and legumes and nuts, but still, it wasn’t enough for her fast metabolism. Her skin was almost as white as a ghost and drawn tight to her bones from the famine. The cloth that covered her was much like a dress, falling down to her knees and tattered at the edges from being warn. Up top, the fabric hung on her breasts, tied tightly in the back with strong vines as to not expose anyone to her feminine areas. She was not modest, but wore the clothes to keep her skin from getting sun burnt and scratched and tarnished by the harsh, cruel curses. Marinth was a lucky one; she had so far avoided those that had been affected by the fourth curse, and she herself had not fallen victim to its disgusting impulses. She, a fae that for most of her life had been alone, was not one for company. Let alone, sexual pleasures. They made her nervous, she ran from other faeries, and usually hid from the males. They were too challenging, too dominating. Marinth feared those that tried to blemish her soul. Sexual pleasures were not for those pure of soul, they were for the disgusting, those who sold their souls to the devil. Just thinking of the devil sent shivers down her spine. Who could ever even think about putting those evils, letting those demonic feelings curse their bodies? Not Marinth. The ash cloud had dispersed, but it was still a cloudy day. Winter was coming, and she could feel it in her bones. The wind pushed against her, causing her long braid to flail about her shoulder. Sighing, she reached her fingers up and unwound the braid, letting the long hair to blow in the wind. This wind, it was stronger than just a breeze. It brought shivers to the skin, skin of which was not even close to being calloused against the ruthless, blustery weather. Her eyes stared at the sky, willing blue to shine out above her. Sighing and shaking her head, Marinth moved on. One bare foot in front of another, she placed her feet into the dirt. A forest of dead trees surrounded her, causing remorse and guilt for the death that she could not fix. This happened every summer, Marinth only wanted to do good, not just stay hopeless and watch the weather kill the trees. Of course, in the spring her mood brightened with the blossoms, but for current, she was just depressed. The wind died down enough that her hair settled on her shoulders, her blue eyes peering and looking for wildlife. A few white-tailed deer ran in the background, and a smile crossed her lips for just a second—until they disappeared from sight. A frown formed along supple lips as she stopped walking, choosing a thick dead tree to climb up and sit on a branch. She was short, roughly 4’11”, and tiny. Maybe even 80 pounds at most. The tree held her weight without problem—until the wind picked up. It bristled across her skin, the cold air piercing her pores. She gripped the tree with delicate fingers as she held on. It was not a good idea to climb in this tree, but at least she would be safe from those monsters affected by the fourth curse. It was obvious only hell-bent demons were affected by that curse. marinth
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- Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. - By Launo and Protis June 10, 2010 at 09:09:42 AM
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