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Aaand... Here it is, the first of my Origins stories.
This one details Obsidea's first few days out of the ocean - Enjoy!
Smooth sands and gentle waves betrayed no hint of the vicious storm of the night before. Only the flotsam that was dragged up from the floor of the bay marred the scene, or at least, that’s what Tairn believed. The short, tanned man had been a fisherman of the nearby town for thirty of his years and the strain had finally taken him. It was fair to say he had seen the worst of the storms and the strangest of debris, though today he would make his strangest find yet. Long had Tairn been a collector of the strange driftwood that had washed up after the storms and on this day one piece caught his eye. It was the largest piece of jet he had ever seen and as such it grabbed his interest very quickly and indeed he made straight for it. As he approached he started to note yet more unusual features; it was rough, it still had red kelp anchored to it and most unusually it was moving. Moving? He thought, quickening his pace. As he drew closer still he could see that it wasn’t just moving, rather it was breathing. Panic struck the man and he broke into a run, dropping to his knees in the sand beside this creature, as he could now see it was, but it was a creature unlike any he had ever seen. Longer than he was tall and with scales as black as the mineral he had confused them for, it even had arms and hair. He did his best to check the creature over, and was shocked at what he saw; it looked so much like a seahorse it terrified him, but it had the body of a woman. Even though he had never seen such a thing before he could tell that it had been beaten and broken by the storm. He glanced around quickly; the beach was deserted as it often was so early in the morning. He frowned deeply as he took the creature into his arms, lifting it gently. He took small comfort from the fact that it didn’t thrash or howl and he turned slowly, making his way from the beach and back to his little shack, just beyond the line of trees.
It would take nearly three days for the creature to regain consciousness, and as she did so, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. The fisherman had treated her wounds as best he could, but in a few instances he had made it worse. The woman thrashed slightly as she tried to sit up, groaning in agony as she took in her surroundings. They were strange, unfamiliar and… Dry. She was struck dumb for a few moments at her dry surroundings before she shook it off. She fell down onto her back, trying to call out, though as she did she found that her long jaw had been bound closed. She rocked her head back and closed her eyes as she realised that her arms weren’t bound to help with her healing, rather her wrists had been bound to restrict her. The woman shook her head as the fisherman entered the room “ ‘wake at last?” Tairn asked, his voice coarse from the sea air, seeing the creature shaking her head. The creature shot him an angry look, though she remained still. Tairn laughed at the look “Ah’ve heard tell o’ the sirens. Ah’m takin’ no chances, beast.” He taunted as he walked over to the table he had placed her upon. “Ye’ll nay claim me” he added darkly as he started to look over the cuts that had been healing slowly. Most of them still looked sore and painful; he gave each of them a prod in turn and turned away from the creature “A fine prize” he laughed as he left the room. The woman was left glaring even after he left the room, waiting for a few moments before she relaxed slightly, angry that her wounds were leaving her too weak to defend herself.
A further three days passed while the creature endured Tairn’s abuses and torments. Just bide your time… she kept telling herself, doing nothing to rise to her captor’s jeers and goads. She had managed to get herself together enough by the time Tairn entered, wearing the same malicious grin he had worn on his past five visits “Ah! Good to see ye’re still with us” he laughed harshly as he strolled over to her, prodding at each of her wounds as had become his routine, though this time the woman allowed him but a single touch of her scales before she released a rough pulse of energy, throwing the stout fisherman across the room, sending him crashing through a table. Tairn staggered to his feet, clearly furious though the fear was also evident. “Ye shouldn’t ‘a done that” he spat as he moved to the far wall and pulled a long, slender piece of driftwood from its mount. “If ye weren’ broken before ye will be soon” the man growled as he stormed back over to her, raising the wood above his head. The woman’s face contorted as she sent him flying across the room once again. This second blast had even managed to dislodge the rope that was binding her jaw. The ebon woman grinned as she moved her jaw, getting the feeling back into it. Tairn clambered to his feet a second time, but as he opened his mouth to snap at her, she cut him short. “It is a foolish man who holds what he doesn’t understand!” the woman snarled. Tairn stopped in his tracks and glared for a single moment before swinging at the woman once again “Silence, beast!” Tairn snapped, though his face turned very swiftly from anger to fear as the wood stuck in mid-air. “I will not be silent, human. You have held me, bound and gagged for at least four nights. You have aggravated my wounds and now you dare to threaten me” the woman snarled, as she worked her hands free of the bonds and pushed herself into a seated position, coiling her tail under herself as she reached out an plucked the driftwood from the air and held onto it firmly “Comfortable” she said casually as she pushed herself up off the table she had been laid upon. She used the piece of wood to hold herself up, her coiled tail hovering six inches over the floor as she used it to propel herself over to the dumbfounded fisherman “I have no interest in claiming you. In fact…” the woman circled around Tairn, tracing a circle in the dirt with the end of her makeshift staff “I would rather you weren’t here anymore.” She whispered menacingly, her voice silky as the ring she had traced began to glow “I do hope my people make you feel more welcome than you made me feel” she added as she turned away from him, the light from the mark growing until it engulfed the male. It lasted for only a moment and when the light faded Tairn was gone with it. The woman clucked her tongue and shook her head before pushing herself from the room with her driftwood staff.
After Tairn’s disappearance the woman lingered in his shack, claiming it as her own, at least for the near future. Or so she intended. The next day her peaceful recuperation was disturbed by the sound of water pouring into the shack from the exact spot the fisherman had disappeared from. The creature pushed herself up and out of the chair she was resting in, her face a mixture of confusion and nerves as she moved to find the cause. In the exact spot the fisherman had disappeared from was ‘stood’ another seahorse, this one clearly male, with blue-green scales. The woman instantly prostrated herself before him. She opened her mouth to speak, but the male quickly silenced her “Obsidea. You have betrayed our people. Not only have you sent a land-walker to our home, but you did so with malicious intent.” The male lifted the staff he was holding and pressed it against her bust, just to the left of her sternum. Obsidea’s face contorted in pain and the scent of burning filled the air. “It has been the decision of the council that you be exiled and be branded a traitor and oathbreaker. What little that you owned that is not forfeit will be deposited here in three tide’s time” the male declared, standing on formal ceremony, even though it was just the two of them. Obsidea collapsed forwards as he removed the staff from her chest, it left behind a simple spiral with a bar striking vertically through it scorched white against her scales. The woman was left panting as a ring around the male began to glow again, engulfing and fading with him as it had with the fisherman previously. Obsidea remained there, looking up after a few minutes, still panting from the pain of the brand. As it began to dawn on her that she was now alone, the ebon woman began to break into tears, not moving from the spot where she had sealed her own fate the day before as she was forced to consider her next moves for the first time.
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Enthrilith
Do not copy, edit, modify or re-post this work.
Interested in Obsidea? Look her up in my character index.
This one details Obsidea's first few days out of the ocean - Enjoy!
Obsidea – First dry days.Smooth sands and gentle waves betrayed no hint of the vicious storm of the night before. Only the flotsam that was dragged up from the floor of the bay marred the scene, or at least, that’s what Tairn believed. The short, tanned man had been a fisherman of the nearby town for thirty of his years and the strain had finally taken him. It was fair to say he had seen the worst of the storms and the strangest of debris, though today he would make his strangest find yet. Long had Tairn been a collector of the strange driftwood that had washed up after the storms and on this day one piece caught his eye. It was the largest piece of jet he had ever seen and as such it grabbed his interest very quickly and indeed he made straight for it. As he approached he started to note yet more unusual features; it was rough, it still had red kelp anchored to it and most unusually it was moving. Moving? He thought, quickening his pace. As he drew closer still he could see that it wasn’t just moving, rather it was breathing. Panic struck the man and he broke into a run, dropping to his knees in the sand beside this creature, as he could now see it was, but it was a creature unlike any he had ever seen. Longer than he was tall and with scales as black as the mineral he had confused them for, it even had arms and hair. He did his best to check the creature over, and was shocked at what he saw; it looked so much like a seahorse it terrified him, but it had the body of a woman. Even though he had never seen such a thing before he could tell that it had been beaten and broken by the storm. He glanced around quickly; the beach was deserted as it often was so early in the morning. He frowned deeply as he took the creature into his arms, lifting it gently. He took small comfort from the fact that it didn’t thrash or howl and he turned slowly, making his way from the beach and back to his little shack, just beyond the line of trees.
It would take nearly three days for the creature to regain consciousness, and as she did so, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. The fisherman had treated her wounds as best he could, but in a few instances he had made it worse. The woman thrashed slightly as she tried to sit up, groaning in agony as she took in her surroundings. They were strange, unfamiliar and… Dry. She was struck dumb for a few moments at her dry surroundings before she shook it off. She fell down onto her back, trying to call out, though as she did she found that her long jaw had been bound closed. She rocked her head back and closed her eyes as she realised that her arms weren’t bound to help with her healing, rather her wrists had been bound to restrict her. The woman shook her head as the fisherman entered the room “ ‘wake at last?” Tairn asked, his voice coarse from the sea air, seeing the creature shaking her head. The creature shot him an angry look, though she remained still. Tairn laughed at the look “Ah’ve heard tell o’ the sirens. Ah’m takin’ no chances, beast.” He taunted as he walked over to the table he had placed her upon. “Ye’ll nay claim me” he added darkly as he started to look over the cuts that had been healing slowly. Most of them still looked sore and painful; he gave each of them a prod in turn and turned away from the creature “A fine prize” he laughed as he left the room. The woman was left glaring even after he left the room, waiting for a few moments before she relaxed slightly, angry that her wounds were leaving her too weak to defend herself.
A further three days passed while the creature endured Tairn’s abuses and torments. Just bide your time… she kept telling herself, doing nothing to rise to her captor’s jeers and goads. She had managed to get herself together enough by the time Tairn entered, wearing the same malicious grin he had worn on his past five visits “Ah! Good to see ye’re still with us” he laughed harshly as he strolled over to her, prodding at each of her wounds as had become his routine, though this time the woman allowed him but a single touch of her scales before she released a rough pulse of energy, throwing the stout fisherman across the room, sending him crashing through a table. Tairn staggered to his feet, clearly furious though the fear was also evident. “Ye shouldn’t ‘a done that” he spat as he moved to the far wall and pulled a long, slender piece of driftwood from its mount. “If ye weren’ broken before ye will be soon” the man growled as he stormed back over to her, raising the wood above his head. The woman’s face contorted as she sent him flying across the room once again. This second blast had even managed to dislodge the rope that was binding her jaw. The ebon woman grinned as she moved her jaw, getting the feeling back into it. Tairn clambered to his feet a second time, but as he opened his mouth to snap at her, she cut him short. “It is a foolish man who holds what he doesn’t understand!” the woman snarled. Tairn stopped in his tracks and glared for a single moment before swinging at the woman once again “Silence, beast!” Tairn snapped, though his face turned very swiftly from anger to fear as the wood stuck in mid-air. “I will not be silent, human. You have held me, bound and gagged for at least four nights. You have aggravated my wounds and now you dare to threaten me” the woman snarled, as she worked her hands free of the bonds and pushed herself into a seated position, coiling her tail under herself as she reached out an plucked the driftwood from the air and held onto it firmly “Comfortable” she said casually as she pushed herself up off the table she had been laid upon. She used the piece of wood to hold herself up, her coiled tail hovering six inches over the floor as she used it to propel herself over to the dumbfounded fisherman “I have no interest in claiming you. In fact…” the woman circled around Tairn, tracing a circle in the dirt with the end of her makeshift staff “I would rather you weren’t here anymore.” She whispered menacingly, her voice silky as the ring she had traced began to glow “I do hope my people make you feel more welcome than you made me feel” she added as she turned away from him, the light from the mark growing until it engulfed the male. It lasted for only a moment and when the light faded Tairn was gone with it. The woman clucked her tongue and shook her head before pushing herself from the room with her driftwood staff.
After Tairn’s disappearance the woman lingered in his shack, claiming it as her own, at least for the near future. Or so she intended. The next day her peaceful recuperation was disturbed by the sound of water pouring into the shack from the exact spot the fisherman had disappeared from. The creature pushed herself up and out of the chair she was resting in, her face a mixture of confusion and nerves as she moved to find the cause. In the exact spot the fisherman had disappeared from was ‘stood’ another seahorse, this one clearly male, with blue-green scales. The woman instantly prostrated herself before him. She opened her mouth to speak, but the male quickly silenced her “Obsidea. You have betrayed our people. Not only have you sent a land-walker to our home, but you did so with malicious intent.” The male lifted the staff he was holding and pressed it against her bust, just to the left of her sternum. Obsidea’s face contorted in pain and the scent of burning filled the air. “It has been the decision of the council that you be exiled and be branded a traitor and oathbreaker. What little that you owned that is not forfeit will be deposited here in three tide’s time” the male declared, standing on formal ceremony, even though it was just the two of them. Obsidea collapsed forwards as he removed the staff from her chest, it left behind a simple spiral with a bar striking vertically through it scorched white against her scales. The woman was left panting as a ring around the male began to glow again, engulfing and fading with him as it had with the fisherman previously. Obsidea remained there, looking up after a few minutes, still panting from the pain of the brand. As it began to dawn on her that she was now alone, the ebon woman began to break into tears, not moving from the spot where she had sealed her own fate the day before as she was forced to consider her next moves for the first time.
The story and all it's contents ©
EnthrilithDo not copy, edit, modify or re-post this work.
Interested in Obsidea? Look her up in my character index.
Category Story / All
Species Aquatic (Other)
Size 120 x 74px
File Size 30 kB
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