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Post by Sellepa on Mar 31, 2011 17:54:23 GMT -5
Floating in a bottle. Swirling round and round. Bobbing back and forth in the sea. Again the ocean, a violent turbulent ocean. Never one to mix with water fresh. The rain is salty here.
A bottle, a bottle finally on shore. A bottle a bottle finally on shore.
The bottle crested the dock, bobbing against the water and clanking into the deck. Looks like garbage. Feels like garbage.
One day, dragged to the bottom of the sea. One day broken at the bottom of the ocean. One bottle. One bottle. One bottle between ocean ocean. ocean Me
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Post by Sellepa on Mar 31, 2011 18:06:01 GMT -5
Water rejuvenates all. It's cycle always endless and it takes the rest of the earth along with it. Rain, pool, rain, pool. In this cycle it moves all things. Heals them. Cleans them
Lyre hated walking by this part of the port. Every time she walked by there was garbage and trash filling the harbor. Paper, nets, bottles and cans. It was disgusting. She hated how people treated the sea that freed her. She might as well make herself useful.
Lyre had found herself walking from town to town since a nice man named Ceasar fed her and gave her some good clothes. Though he didn't have work for her, and she kinda creeped out all of the workers at the diner she had popped up in. No work, no food. She was going to be reduced to eating trash soon.
She bent over the side of the ocean and saw in the harbor all manner of discarded trash. Old food no one wanted. If Lyre wanted she could just start eating away at the people in the town...But Ceasar wouldn't like that. He had done a great deal for her and she wasn't supposed to eat random folk anyway. Captain's orders.
Small minnows were chewing on the garbage in the ocean dock. one would approach and quickly snag a piece of a moldy something, then swim off quickly. Perhaps she could get some nourishment from the trash. And maybe catch some fish as well.
Lyre looked and made sure no one was looking. She then slowly opened her mouth and let her smooth sap enter the water. It poured white and sticky and diffused with the sea water, covering a large area. She let it go farther. Perhaps this would clean this horrid part of the harbor some as well. With one quick and loud SNAP! The water was clean.
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Post by Sellepa on Apr 1, 2011 19:14:27 GMT -5
commotion. Commotion?! Movement irregular, not of the sea. Perhaps a whale or fire demon. Perhaps a crab with claws! Perhaps! Freedom!
Shaking shaking. Now smashing all these things. All of them. A bottle...That one crunched. Mine doesn't. Cans. Crushed. Dissolved. nets eaten. Fish fisH! fish ...mush. eaten eaten away! munchy munchy munchy. Gone. Stomach!. Ohh no. Stomach. Stomach! I won't digest here. Not with bottle. Bottle Bottle. Where is she? wheeere is she?!
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Post by Sellepa on Apr 10, 2011 0:44:51 GMT -5
The currents are often thrown off by the waves of the people that inhabit them. Nothing much else disturbs the waves save the magic in fate and souls.
Suddenly, Lyre didn't feel good. For the first time she felt something that couldn't digest. She bent over as she walked across the pier. Suddenly, without warning, she did something strange for the first time.
She threw up.
Waves and waves of sap and half destroyed objects spewed onto the peir, covering decks and walkways, full of garbage and trash. Shuddering, Lyre continued to puke until nothing else was left in her.
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