Post by Badman Zeek on Jul 15, 2011 10:40:40 GMT -5
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Up and down the massive ship moved with the tide. Back and forth, deep within the storage room beyond the eyes of those on board, a darkened figure swayed. The movement became one with that of the vessel. It was almost as if the being had synched with the construct. Of course, things were bound to go wrong with a person who hasn't ventured from the dark of the ship's storage room, only seeing a glimpse of light when someone of the ship's crew required supplies. It was an odd fate the person had met, but regardless they sought to escape the region they had once called home.
But what truly is a home.
She was quite certain a home wasn't a place where one was treated like a prisoner. But imprisonment was surely what life back in the Crescent Moon Empire had turned into. From the moment her foster mother had passed away Kristoff, Anari's foster father had taken advantage of the girl not having anyone to defend her, working her for extensive periods of time. While never permitting the girl any freedoms or down time. She was constantly under surveillance from the brutes the man bought to participate in the gladiatorial competitions.
Such restrictions kept the teen in constant question of whether or not killing the man would be better for her. However she often wondered how Isabelle would feel about her daughter and husband aiming to kill one another. So instead Anari chose to vanish, leaving no trace behind. The result of her departure left her alone in the shadows of a storage room, located on a vessel headed for what is claimed to be one of the future islands.
Mecha Island.
Without warning the ship suddenly interrupted the soft dance they held with one another, indicating the vessel had reached its destination. Although she yearned to be out of the confines of the room, she only had one way of getting off the ship undetected, and that was to wait until the crew began unloading their cargo.