Senor_Fluffy
What happens when you don't clean your hair brush
Life is very simple. You live and you die; what happens in between is a matter of mortality. That was how Naiyana viewed things. She lived in a simplistic time. A time where there was no light at the flick of a fingertip, nor water with a twist of a wrist. A tall woman of a dark complexion, she was a beauty and a stubborn mule of a woman. That was her nickname back then. The stubborn mule. Yet this past felt so muddled beneath the weight of her current existence. She had died.
Yet, she had been summoned back to an alien world. A beautiful world in its own sense, yet it never truly made sense of itself in her pale eyes. What she knew was that she was still in the same world that she had once lived in. Yet the environment was so very different. She had been told it was a different land. Time didn't pass the same. Things paused. Things weren't on the same level as she was. She was more like a spirit. Appearing in a whisper of elegant cloth. Bound to an intricate golden ring with an opal decorating it's front.
A man with incredibly rare abilities had brought her spirit back and bound it to this item in hopes to wield her abilities. She had developed the ability to create cold whenever she touched something containing moisture. After being separated from her body and then brought back, it had become more powerful. All she was was energy. Was she still human? Her appearance seemed to hint that she was. Keyword: was. Naiyana stood thin and angular. Her face and chest were decorated with a white paint swirled and dotted in simplistic yet flattering designs along her features. Her hair a rich black held out of her face in cornrows which were guided into a high ponytail of braids which flowed all the way back down to the small of her back.
The way she experienced the world now was more like a dream. When someone wore the ring she was bound to, she was awoken in a start and the fog cleared to show her new environment. She struggles desperately to get a grasp on this reality. Each time she was only ever summoned for her abilities. She refused to use them with frustrated cries. Her summoner grew tired of her and tossed her aside. That is what she had pieced together as she experienced the same scenes again and again in her dreams. When she was summoned by a new face she shut down. Refusing to even speak to those who summoned her. Not knowing where she was nor when it would ever stop.
She was so tired. Each time she was summoned she couldn't help but become overwhelmed with the new sights. New technologies. New faces. Seeming to take residence in her own mind, this cage was crumbling swiftly around her. The human mind can only handle so much.
Zane
Yet, she had been summoned back to an alien world. A beautiful world in its own sense, yet it never truly made sense of itself in her pale eyes. What she knew was that she was still in the same world that she had once lived in. Yet the environment was so very different. She had been told it was a different land. Time didn't pass the same. Things paused. Things weren't on the same level as she was. She was more like a spirit. Appearing in a whisper of elegant cloth. Bound to an intricate golden ring with an opal decorating it's front.
A man with incredibly rare abilities had brought her spirit back and bound it to this item in hopes to wield her abilities. She had developed the ability to create cold whenever she touched something containing moisture. After being separated from her body and then brought back, it had become more powerful. All she was was energy. Was she still human? Her appearance seemed to hint that she was. Keyword: was. Naiyana stood thin and angular. Her face and chest were decorated with a white paint swirled and dotted in simplistic yet flattering designs along her features. Her hair a rich black held out of her face in cornrows which were guided into a high ponytail of braids which flowed all the way back down to the small of her back.
The way she experienced the world now was more like a dream. When someone wore the ring she was bound to, she was awoken in a start and the fog cleared to show her new environment. She struggles desperately to get a grasp on this reality. Each time she was only ever summoned for her abilities. She refused to use them with frustrated cries. Her summoner grew tired of her and tossed her aside. That is what she had pieced together as she experienced the same scenes again and again in her dreams. When she was summoned by a new face she shut down. Refusing to even speak to those who summoned her. Not knowing where she was nor when it would ever stop.
She was so tired. Each time she was summoned she couldn't help but become overwhelmed with the new sights. New technologies. New faces. Seeming to take residence in her own mind, this cage was crumbling swiftly around her. The human mind can only handle so much.
Zane
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