by MillietheWarrior » 07/21/2009 7:28 PM
Seaspray backed up a few inches and sat back on her haunches, looking remarkably like a giant, spiked cat. She regarded the Sun-Dwellers with something akin to a smile, her eyes lit up in amusement. Seaspray was astounded at the happenings of the day. She'd not only met one, but two Akail who were as different as her. And she'd also come into contact with a Sun-Dweller crazy, or brave, enough to sleep down here in the dark, where the things that went bump in the night really would eat you. Curling her long tail around her claws, she glanced at Flynn when he remarked about becoming a satchel. She'd never heard of anyone making a satchel out of an Akail, but there was always a first. He didn't seem very happy with his life, but nor had she been, herself.
However, the appearance of the Pale One seemed to have brightened something in Flynn, and he no longer seemed as cold or distant. Seaspray couldn't figure out why, but the appearance of a happier spark in him also sent a happier spark through her. She shook her head. She shouldn't care so much. It would only lead to trouble. Seaspray looked between Flynn and the Pale One, guessing that they knew one another, but not wishing to pry into their own affairs. It wasn't her way, so she let the subject hang between them and then drop to the back of her mind. She turned back to the Pale Akail, her golden eyes glowing as she dipped her head slightly in thought. 'I cannot speak for Flynn...But as for myself...'
She glanced at Flynn and the Sun-dweller, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious and embarrassed about her reasonings. They were somewhat personal, and she didn't really want to share them aloud. But the Pale Akail had asked, so she would oblige. It was the polite thing to do. Seapspray wondered when she'd become so uptight about politeness and civility. It didn't seem natural, but it seemed appropriate. Maybe there was something to this whole 'Not being so very Akail' business. 'I...I came to find somewhere to belong. One of my own kind who would accept me...Perhaps...Perhaps love me. I want a family, and friends, and a...And a belonging which I have never felt before. I want to have a life filled with happiness, not bitterness and hatred. I am tired of being shunned for who I am. So I decided to take it into my own claws and do something about it...And, well, here I am...'
She paused, considering her words carefully. 'In the land of the Sun-Dwellers, I am accepted and cooed over and thought of as a rare creature. I am looked at and appreciated, not looked at and shunned. But it isn't the same. They don't understand what it is like to be so very different. To be so...Strange as to be shunned by your own kind. I want to be a part of this world; of the darkness, where I can have a life with friends and family that would accept me, instead of turning me away. I am tired of being so alone in a world where I should be surrounded by creatures whom I truly care about...But I have neither friends, nor family. I am alone.' Her frills glowed with a faint blue light, and her tail twitched. She looked almost uncomfortable, embarrassed and abashed that she'd spoken about her true feelings. It didn't feel right, and it was hard for her to lay them out in the open for everyone to see. She was a very private Akail; her own troubles belonged to her alone. But maybe she'd found someone to share them with... Maybe a friend? Or perhaps even more than one? What about Flynn? The Sun-Dwellers?
She tilted her head slightly. 'That is why I came looking for you, and for your kind. You are as different as both Flynn and I. You know what it is like, I can assume, to not belong with anyone but those closest to you. Many Sun-Dwellers don't understand me, or my ways. They don't know what Akail are truly like. They think we're just creatures to be hunted and sought after...They don't seem to see that we have feelings and needs and wants, just like them. So we're ignored, unless they want something nice to look at...Most of the time. Not all of them are like that, though,' she said, smiling pointedly at the Surface-Dwellers in the cave. 'But I'm just tired of being so alone...I came looking for the Pale Ones so that I may finally find a place I belong...Hopefully.' She lowered her head slightly, keeping her gaze on the ground. She discreetly glanced at Flynn, as if silently asking him to say something so they could move past her own problems.
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I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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