Thalassa
You could do anything,
if you only dared.
if you only dared.
The sun was rising as Thal made her way off The Marauder and onto the beech of the Hollowed Grounds. She still had some time before she was due to meet with the hunting group, so she settled for exploring the unique bridged area. Her hands roamed from her hips to her head, making sure each piece of clothing and weaponry was properly placed. Both daggers remained sheathed at her side. Her tight black leather hugged her figure beneath the black cloak. Everything seemed appropriate, but she hesitated when her fingers brushed the hood. Habit called her to lift it, covering the curving blue-black horns that emerged from her dark wavy locks of hair, yet a new feeling had been bubbling in her chest, an urge to be seen for what she was.
Leaving her face exposed, Thal stepped forward onto the first bridge. Her feet wandered over the ivory white surface as she took in the scattered islands around her. Despite the peaceful atmosphere of soft waves and ocean breezes, she found her hand drifting to her dagger hilt, itching to release some pent-up energy. She never seemed to be able to relax these days, too many thoughts and truths to run from. But that didn't stop her from pointedly ignoring that fact, finding reasons to keep moving. So as she made her way across to the first island, Thal looked for somewhere to direct that energy, hopefully at something with blood and a heartbeat.
Luckily for anyone nearby, she happened to catch the movement of a 'log' along the shoreline, giving her the inkling that it was probably more than just a piece of driftwood. She immediately dropped into a crouch, pulling one of her daggers from its sheath.
Leaving her face exposed, Thal stepped forward onto the first bridge. Her feet wandered over the ivory white surface as she took in the scattered islands around her. Despite the peaceful atmosphere of soft waves and ocean breezes, she found her hand drifting to her dagger hilt, itching to release some pent-up energy. She never seemed to be able to relax these days, too many thoughts and truths to run from. But that didn't stop her from pointedly ignoring that fact, finding reasons to keep moving. So as she made her way across to the first island, Thal looked for somewhere to direct that energy, hopefully at something with blood and a heartbeat.
Luckily for anyone nearby, she happened to catch the movement of a 'log' along the shoreline, giving her the inkling that it was probably more than just a piece of driftwood. She immediately dropped into a crouch, pulling one of her daggers from its sheath.
And deep down, you know it too.
That’s what scares you most.
That’s what scares you most.
