I know what they must think of me, the intrepid woman that was born defiled from the womb. The woman that was given gifts, but at what cost' I heard all their whispers, their fears. I knew they only kept me for one reason. I was their advantage, their giver in times of need and healer when natural remedies couldn't cure. It was my mistake to run from it all. To go into the arms of a man unknown and give my only cherished attribute, the purity that my people swore was my only savior.
From the beginnings of birth, water called to me. Before I could walk, I could manipulate water. It became my very being and my people cherished me, but that was before I matured. Before I created a mind of my own and realized that calming waters could rage fiercely. At time moved on and I realized my purpose was a pawn in their lives, I grew tired. It was then that I felt a need to find more like me. My calming waters had built a steady ripple that pooled to the edges of my very soul, their thrumming pulse leading me far from impersonated captivity and out into the wild.
It was then I learned what I was. Naiad. Possessed. Granted a blessing. There were so many explanations for my very nature that I merely ignored them all. But I'd learn a valuable lesson. With gifts came responsibilities, a nature you can't ignore. One that enveloped me in curiosity, drugged me into nights of stupor and forgotten actions. It wasn't until I awoke inhabiting a cabin in the middle of nowhere that I realized how much time I had spent in the bed of a man I didn't know. He seemed human, he acted human but there was something in his eyes. He told me that we had met in the woodlands, each wandering beneath an uneventful beautiful day. We had fallen in love and I had been staying with him for several months.
Months?! Confused and dazed, finally able to take back what my nature stole from me...my sanity. I ran from that house, from him. I was completely clueless of our relationship and thus didn't know that inside my belly, on the wall of my womb, she was growing. A hybrid I wouldn't be able to protect, one I thought my people would love as much as they seemed to love me. My return wasn't greeted with excitement nor was I forgiven as easily. Their only restraint was that they needed me and they knew it. So into the heart of my people I went, cooed and taken care of until my belly swelled to the point of creating my waddle. Parties were given in my honor, what a blessing it would be to have another like myself!
I didn't know what they thought anymore. I was convinced by their masquerading masks that I couldn't see. If this child I brought to them was a disappointment, a failure...they'd kill her. And it was a she, I felt it. On the fullest of moons, I heard her whisper to me. It was then I knew what trouble I was in, carrying a child that could talk only to me and tell me things one shouldn't say at such a young age. She was so strong beneath those moons and I prayed each cycle to keep her safe.
The birth was celebrated not long after. People gathered, fires burned, and flowers were thrown into paths for me to step on. Bundled in my arms was a child with my face, my lips, my hair. But when those eyes opened, there were too many blues. Beautiful orbs ringed in navy, outlined by pure silver with a robin's egg filling. They were specked with flakes of gold and royal blues. I could've sworn they were a wolf's eyes, they looked so much like them. But her spirit, her smile reminded me so much of my calming waters.
"My Rivulet...my reflection in the stream, I shall name you Leorah." A kiss to my child's head, a blessing I hope would carry her far from this place of facades. But they promised they'd never touch her, never harm her if she was like me. My only regret was not knowing she was more.
(All posts will be written in english but should be viewed as though the speaker is Brazilian. The main language is Portugese.)
From the beginnings of birth, water called to me. Before I could walk, I could manipulate water. It became my very being and my people cherished me, but that was before I matured. Before I created a mind of my own and realized that calming waters could rage fiercely. At time moved on and I realized my purpose was a pawn in their lives, I grew tired. It was then that I felt a need to find more like me. My calming waters had built a steady ripple that pooled to the edges of my very soul, their thrumming pulse leading me far from impersonated captivity and out into the wild.
It was then I learned what I was. Naiad. Possessed. Granted a blessing. There were so many explanations for my very nature that I merely ignored them all. But I'd learn a valuable lesson. With gifts came responsibilities, a nature you can't ignore. One that enveloped me in curiosity, drugged me into nights of stupor and forgotten actions. It wasn't until I awoke inhabiting a cabin in the middle of nowhere that I realized how much time I had spent in the bed of a man I didn't know. He seemed human, he acted human but there was something in his eyes. He told me that we had met in the woodlands, each wandering beneath an uneventful beautiful day. We had fallen in love and I had been staying with him for several months.
Months?! Confused and dazed, finally able to take back what my nature stole from me...my sanity. I ran from that house, from him. I was completely clueless of our relationship and thus didn't know that inside my belly, on the wall of my womb, she was growing. A hybrid I wouldn't be able to protect, one I thought my people would love as much as they seemed to love me. My return wasn't greeted with excitement nor was I forgiven as easily. Their only restraint was that they needed me and they knew it. So into the heart of my people I went, cooed and taken care of until my belly swelled to the point of creating my waddle. Parties were given in my honor, what a blessing it would be to have another like myself!
I didn't know what they thought anymore. I was convinced by their masquerading masks that I couldn't see. If this child I brought to them was a disappointment, a failure...they'd kill her. And it was a she, I felt it. On the fullest of moons, I heard her whisper to me. It was then I knew what trouble I was in, carrying a child that could talk only to me and tell me things one shouldn't say at such a young age. She was so strong beneath those moons and I prayed each cycle to keep her safe.
The birth was celebrated not long after. People gathered, fires burned, and flowers were thrown into paths for me to step on. Bundled in my arms was a child with my face, my lips, my hair. But when those eyes opened, there were too many blues. Beautiful orbs ringed in navy, outlined by pure silver with a robin's egg filling. They were specked with flakes of gold and royal blues. I could've sworn they were a wolf's eyes, they looked so much like them. But her spirit, her smile reminded me so much of my calming waters.
"My Rivulet...my reflection in the stream, I shall name you Leorah." A kiss to my child's head, a blessing I hope would carry her far from this place of facades. But they promised they'd never touch her, never harm her if she was like me. My only regret was not knowing she was more.
(All posts will be written in english but should be viewed as though the speaker is Brazilian. The main language is Portugese.)