Post by Dandead10 on Nov 7, 2016 0:01:05 GMT -5
Myla Rentallia was a young mink girl who tried to be good and had a good heart. It just happened to be she was born into a world where goodness was easily tainted. A bolt of thunder had crackled in the sky as it had been raining this cold night. The rain poured down on this child as all she had to protect her from the elements other than her fur and clothes, was a flimsy cloak that blew in the wind. The chinchilla mink had shivered in the wind and sneezed as she hugged two items close to her chest. To be more frank, they were rather two people.
"Myla sweetie, you need to get to shelter. My poor baby! You're going to get so sick!" Another voice had called as the child continued to walk. "Your mother is right Myla. You can't keep going around like this. You need to get somewhere warm and dry. We could head back to the cave." The little girl had coughed as the elements poured down on her already wet fur. The child had responded with a slight whimper as she hugged the two people in her arms for comfort.
"Mama. Papa. It isn't safe in the cave! Those marine guys wanted us out!" How did it all come down to this? Why did the child have to go through such hardships and misery? The answer was simple. She was a former slave being hunted by her former masters.
Myla Rentallia was a young mink girl born in captivity with her two parents. She grew in horrible living conditions having to do grueling tasks, being beaten, and never having enough to truly live life...but rather survive. She had been freed from her oppressors when a revolutionary ship had freed her family and all the other slaves. However, the child lost both of her loving family members as they were gunned down.
After being taken off the island, she had been trained in the basics of survival and had done her best to make it by in the years. However, she was unfortunate enough to have been a devil fruit eater and thus hunted nonstop by those who wanted her for profit. What devil fruit did she consume? She ate the fruit that allowed her to have companions in the lonely world. The one that allowed her parents to be with her even though they were deceased.
She had happened to find a small area of cover where the rain did not pour as badly as the girl sat crossing her knees. She had been small...very small around the size of a four year old in terms of height due to race and malnutrition. In reality, she was ten years old. Her normally angelic white fur had been grey and covered in dirt and twigs as she was doused now. The girl had coughed and sneezed as two figures had stepped out from her coat.
One had been a red cat plushy with a concerned look in it's glassy blue eyes whilst the other had been a lime fox plushy with blue eyes to match. She was starving...and she ran to the city thinking there had to be a better place to shelter herself than in the dark woods. "M-Mama? Papa? I'm scared. I don't wanna be here!"
Both the toys tensed at the sight of the girl looking like she was going to cry. "I-It will be alright Myla. We are here and we will help you whatever way we can." The fox had nodded and both toys had leapt and hugged the child as hard as their soft bodies could...and they had received a strong hug back. The sounds of light crying could be heard as she didn't think anyone would be there other than her toys to hear it. Her devil fruit ability allowed her to animate toys by taking something precious or tangible from another being and giving it to a toy. That toy would take on the characteristics of that person. The cat had been wearing a green scarf wrapped around its neck frayed at the edges as the fox had a coin inside of its head. This fruit was the Suru Suru no Mi.
The girl would have felt dizzy as she stood as she had to keep moving. She had to move or else...or else. She didn't want to think about that as she continued to walk through the rain. She had lowered her cloak and hood as she walked by some people who were caught in the rain like she was. Eventually, the child had lost her senses as she kept walking endlessly without purpose. Her stomach had growled loudly as her eyes were glassy and almost empty...hollow. She didn't know there was someone not very far away down the street. Taking a single step forward, she had coughed horribly as she shivered. Chinchilla weren't supposed to be in the rain. The person who would hear this would find the voice was small...and high pitched as the person sounded very ill.
The child stumbled for a moment before leaning against a brick wall and then she stopped to catch her breath. She was dying she felt like...maybe she was. The toys remained quiet as they spoke silently within the girl's cloak. If the figure were to investigate, a furry face would be revealed along with a snout and otherwise. She was a Mink obviously and by the looks of it was a little toddler lost from home. Myla would be trying ever harder to maintain her body heat as she sat. She needed many things but had none other than comfort. There was much more to the eye of the mink's past however...much more.
"Myla sweetie, you need to get to shelter. My poor baby! You're going to get so sick!" Another voice had called as the child continued to walk. "Your mother is right Myla. You can't keep going around like this. You need to get somewhere warm and dry. We could head back to the cave." The little girl had coughed as the elements poured down on her already wet fur. The child had responded with a slight whimper as she hugged the two people in her arms for comfort.
"Mama. Papa. It isn't safe in the cave! Those marine guys wanted us out!" How did it all come down to this? Why did the child have to go through such hardships and misery? The answer was simple. She was a former slave being hunted by her former masters.
Myla Rentallia was a young mink girl born in captivity with her two parents. She grew in horrible living conditions having to do grueling tasks, being beaten, and never having enough to truly live life...but rather survive. She had been freed from her oppressors when a revolutionary ship had freed her family and all the other slaves. However, the child lost both of her loving family members as they were gunned down.
After being taken off the island, she had been trained in the basics of survival and had done her best to make it by in the years. However, she was unfortunate enough to have been a devil fruit eater and thus hunted nonstop by those who wanted her for profit. What devil fruit did she consume? She ate the fruit that allowed her to have companions in the lonely world. The one that allowed her parents to be with her even though they were deceased.
She had happened to find a small area of cover where the rain did not pour as badly as the girl sat crossing her knees. She had been small...very small around the size of a four year old in terms of height due to race and malnutrition. In reality, she was ten years old. Her normally angelic white fur had been grey and covered in dirt and twigs as she was doused now. The girl had coughed and sneezed as two figures had stepped out from her coat.
One had been a red cat plushy with a concerned look in it's glassy blue eyes whilst the other had been a lime fox plushy with blue eyes to match. She was starving...and she ran to the city thinking there had to be a better place to shelter herself than in the dark woods. "M-Mama? Papa? I'm scared. I don't wanna be here!"
Both the toys tensed at the sight of the girl looking like she was going to cry. "I-It will be alright Myla. We are here and we will help you whatever way we can." The fox had nodded and both toys had leapt and hugged the child as hard as their soft bodies could...and they had received a strong hug back. The sounds of light crying could be heard as she didn't think anyone would be there other than her toys to hear it. Her devil fruit ability allowed her to animate toys by taking something precious or tangible from another being and giving it to a toy. That toy would take on the characteristics of that person. The cat had been wearing a green scarf wrapped around its neck frayed at the edges as the fox had a coin inside of its head. This fruit was the Suru Suru no Mi.
The girl would have felt dizzy as she stood as she had to keep moving. She had to move or else...or else. She didn't want to think about that as she continued to walk through the rain. She had lowered her cloak and hood as she walked by some people who were caught in the rain like she was. Eventually, the child had lost her senses as she kept walking endlessly without purpose. Her stomach had growled loudly as her eyes were glassy and almost empty...hollow. She didn't know there was someone not very far away down the street. Taking a single step forward, she had coughed horribly as she shivered. Chinchilla weren't supposed to be in the rain. The person who would hear this would find the voice was small...and high pitched as the person sounded very ill.
The child stumbled for a moment before leaning against a brick wall and then she stopped to catch her breath. She was dying she felt like...maybe she was. The toys remained quiet as they spoke silently within the girl's cloak. If the figure were to investigate, a furry face would be revealed along with a snout and otherwise. She was a Mink obviously and by the looks of it was a little toddler lost from home. Myla would be trying ever harder to maintain her body heat as she sat. She needed many things but had none other than comfort. There was much more to the eye of the mink's past however...much more.