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*Teen of about 18 walked into the field, her head bowed keeping her eyes downcast to avoid looking at anyone. She looked younger then she really was, appearing not much older then 16 due to her petite build. She was always small, and her lack of proper care when younger kept her that way. She was obviously malnourished, looking almost sickly in her weight. Her red hair hung limply in her face, over her dark blue eyes. She looked as if she was waiting for someone to jump out and hurt her. She hugged herself, she hoped not to be noticed in some-ways. She was terrified of just about everything. She needed a lot of work, someone to teach her to trust again. But no one ever bothered with her, she was too much work. They always gave up before they even began to break the walls she put up. so she learned to avoid them completely. A part of her was tired of the disappointment, while another part of her understood completely. She was a mess; she knew she was a mess. All she had to do was look at her self in a mirror… not even that. She just had to stop and think. Thinking often ended badly, which was just another proof of the mess her life was at the moment…. Lightly she brushed her hair from her face, out of her blue eyes so she could look around. She was attractive, or would be if she put on some weight. She frowned taking in the area with little interest, she had no idea where she wandered too and really didn’t care. It seemed quiet, and it lacked people which was good. Quiet was always good in her book, and the small amount of people was even better. She continued walking her head bowed again. She was avoiding making eye contact with anyone. Eye contact was bad, avoiding it was safer. It was something else that scared her, it went on the list with talking to or even dealing with strangers, and her own shadow. She didn’t fit in this world, the real world people called it. She was scared of it, she felt like a small animal released into a cage with hungry animals all wanting to eat her. And there was no way out, nor would there ever be out. if she survived today, she die tomorrow. No matter how long she survived death by these animals was just around the corner. She sighed heavily, shaking her head. She was beat up still, something bad. Bloody wealts could be seen on her back, the blood socking through and staining the white shirt she had on. Her white pants were also stained, but this blood was old. A few days the youngest, these were her only clothes. She has yet to steal anymore, surviving was more of her worry at the moment. And would be for a very long time*
"Where am I vanishing into?"
Into a clam, quietly sleeping in the sea?
Last night's dream, I dreamt an unbelievably real one.
I'm just sleeping...
Town beyond the boundless horizon, nobody seems to be there.
Only the moon shines, and her light creates shadows.
Imagination, like illusions, starts overwhelming the town.
Holding inconsistency, wasted sense of value,
penetrates into the ground's surface so, so deeply.
"Where am I vanishing into?"
Truly, into a dark, calm layer.
But, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Yeah, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Gentleman with a rich chest living in an east mountain,
crowd of ladies wasting time for nothing.
Children creating a perfect evil, like a genius does,
river forms a flow but never needs water.
Purple time turns everything into the truth,
mysterious rumors floating in the skies.
Group of information creeping on the ground filled with noise.
Memories of a story that was never born.
Holding inconsistency, wasted sense of value,
penetrates into the ground's surface so, so deeply.
"Where am I vanishing into?"
Truly, into a dark, calm, layer.
But, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Yeah, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
"What's he seeking?" "What does she understand?"
"You love me?" "I sure do, honey."
Satisfaction constantly creates loose portrayal.
A lake filled with mystery but not leading to the sea.
Thousands of molecules slash the darkness while giving ultrarapid lights.
"Who knew it?" "Everyone owns it in common."
Unnatural body and unconsciously developed technologies called "indifference".
Value of enormous intelligence named "ignorance" is disregarded...
But, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Yeah, wind, don't stop blowing yet...
Name: Malaya
Nickname: Mal
Age: 17 or 18
Gender: Female
Family: Caethes (half sister) Briseis (5 year old daughter) Caliban (3 year old son) Kamilah (2 year old daughter) Kamaria (2 year old daughter)
‘Species’ Mage (runaway slave)
Owner: Unknown
Powers: she doesn’t know them, would need to be taught
Appearance: Shoulder length red hair, fair skin. Light blue eyes. Scars and bruises mark her body. Dark blue eyes. Petite, appears younger then she is due to her size and weight. She is underweight, malnourished.
Personality: Very quite, submissive type. Very hard to tell what her real personality is due to the fact she constantly hides it. Once you get her open up she is very friendly. Extremely loyal to those she cares for, but she is very distrustful, once you gain her trust she is easy going and friendly. She loves horses, and animals of any type. She just has always been good with them though she doesn’t know why.
Past: She was born into the slave trade, trained from birth she was molded into the perfect ‘slave’ her bloodlines were strong, at age 12 she was turned into a ‘breeder’ for the line. Used as one would use a prize show animal, used her for show, and to spread the lines. She had three children this way and lost the last one through miscarriage. All of her children were taken from her. she probably wouldn’t be able to recognize any of them.
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This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
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