The Lost Islands
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of your soul, and I will
Posted on November 11, 2021 at 02:35:06 AM by CALYPSO




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A ragged breath is drawn across her cracked lips. Everything in her body hurts, every movement causes her to wince in pain. How had this happened to her? She clenches her bi-colored eyes tightly shut - in hopes that the memory would surface - but all that dances behind her eyelids is an endless darkness. She swallows back the sudden fear that clinches at her heart.

It's okay. It will all come back.... Breath. It's okay.

She can feel the tears begin to prick at the edge of her lashes and the emotions tighten her throat. She is not left alone with her thoughts long as a stranger shuffles across the hardened sand to her side. Quickly, she blinks back the tears and tilts her chin up to stare into his face.

Who did this to you?

His brows furrow with concern and his question lingers in the space between them. She swallows. "Uh," is all she manages to squeak out. As the fear returns to her... who had done this? Her ears instantly lay against the tense muscles of her nape. Why couldn't she remember?

Calypso? and now it was her turn for brows to furrow. She begins to shake her delicately chiseled head back and forth. "N-n-no, my n-name is..." her voice is hoarse as it leaves her lips. Her ears appear momentarily from beneath her matted onyx mane.

Then suddenly the realization crashes down around her, her mouth falls agape and then snaps shut. She couldn't remember her name! She swallows as her eyes widen until they are rimmed with white. What happened? Let me help…” NO! Her ears knit tightly against her arched neck and she peels back her lips to reveal blunt teeth.

"I don't need help!" she shrieks as the tears well up in her eyes and then spill down her cheeks, "nor do I need your pity.." Anger swells in her chest as she glares up at the stranger, she wishes he wouldn't of found her like this on the beach. She wishes that she could remember her name. Painfully, she swallows again.

She jerks her head away from him and blankly stares out into the ocean. She can feel the overwhelming anger and the anxiety as it pools in her stomach.

"Now leave." she whispers coldly.

What made him think that she was about to trust a complete stranger? She could do this on her own.


C A L Y P S O

Starry Eyed Girl
Mutt // 9 years old // 15.0 hh // Dunskin Overo // Mare // Asche x Caesisus

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