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Kagome had meant to be good, she really had. Her collection had only been started with the best of intentions, she had to keep the ocean clean. She had to ensure her people were protected...granted she was unsure if she still had people to protect. Her collection held such fascination for her, such an obsession now causing her to risk herself in an increasing frequency.
Now in her lust for those unholy treasures had gotten her trapped in a war chest. ‘This wouldn’t be so bad’ she mused, ‘if not for the crushing of my tail fin.’
She twisted, and pulled on her tail to no avail, her fin was trapped between the lid and the cask, and if she pulled any further she would rip it, which wouldn’t do much good as she would still be stuck in the war chest.
‘Well I guess I am stuck here until the chest deteriorates. Hmm, I suppose it will not be so different from the life I currently have. I’ll still be lonely.’
It had not always been this way, she remembered when she was just a young merling the sea had been full of her people. Down at the bottom of her little grotto it had been filled with laughs, songs and paired swims, but then one day they were all gone. She knew it was her fault, it was because she broke the one rule, she rescued a dry-lander.
She was always such a curious thing, and had tried to stay far away from all things of the above world. But that had all changed when the great storm had come, churning up the sea and tearing apart the above world. She had been caught in a whirlpool that brought her closer to the surface then she had ever dared before. Once the vortex had let her go and the dizziness left her was when she first saw him, floating there silver hair fanned out around him. Once she saw him she knew she couldn’t let him become one with the ocean again, he was special, and beautiful. Before she knew what was happening she had broken the surface of the sea and was pulling him toward land.
She pulled him up on the coastline not able to fully leave the water or she would die, all she knew of dry-landers where they needed to keep their heads above the water. She saw his body force the water from himself, and was fascinated by the rise and fall of his chest. She knew she needed to leave but couldn’t bring herself to she was unsure of how long she stayed there watching him, at some point she had begun to sing. She marveled at her beautiful dry-lander, he was only slightly larger than her. She pondered if they were close in age, she was still a young merling, not having grown into bosoms yet. Slowly tenderly she had reached out to touch his face. There were markings on his face, she lightly traced them, then brought her hands up to his ears, they were pointed like hers. She then brought her fingers down to his mouth and touched them lightly, a sudden sharp pain flew up her finger and she pulled her hand away. She looked at her index finger to find it bleeding, pulling her finger to her mouth she looked back to her saved stranger to find blood on his fangs, and red eyes glaring up at her. In a blink she found herself on her back with her beautiful one above her fangs enlarged and he was snarling. He pinned her arms above her head and sank his fangs into her neck.
It hurt, she had never felt pain like this before her neck was burning and she felt herself becoming weak. She had screamed up at the dry-lander above her knowing all he could make out were hisses.
After what had felt like forever he finally removed his fangs from her body, and she looked up at him, feeling betrayed. She had broken the rules of her people and this bastard dared to sink his fangs into her flesh. She glared back up at him, noticing his eyes were slowly changing from red to gold as he looked around slowly as if confused and had loosened his grip. Sensing a chance to escape she suddenly thrust her tail up forcing his body off of hers. Once he was off she made her way further into the sea, stopping only to look back at her beautiful monster as he stared back at her looking very bewildered she hissed at him and then launched herself below the waves.
She had returned to her home, hoping to find relief from the pain in her neck in the arms of her family, and hoped they wouldn’t exile her for interacting with the above worlder. Only once she reached the reef could she not find anyone, and it had seemed as though there had never been a merling colony there.
She had tried to swim out further into the sea to find them, but found she could only swim so far before the pain in her neck became too much and she had to turn back to the reef. After two weeks the wound on her neck had scarred over, it was a terrifying time the sharks could smell her blood and kept swimming around her home. The mark itself was strange, a merling could be injured but the wound would never scar, and her wound had scarred over. It would throb from time to time and made her feel strange, and bothered in a way she couldn’t describe.
It was on one of the days when she was trying to find her people had she found her first treasure, it glinted there at the bottom of the floor. As though possessed she snatched it up, it was pink and spherical and she had never seen it’s like. She knew it had come from above world, and she knew she had to get rid of it, she swam to the deep trench ready to fling the offending object down...but she couldn’t bring herself too. It reminded her of her monster and her shame, so she placed it around her neck. Ages passed and she slowly grew out of being a youngling to a maid, with a shapely torso. Her mounds on her chest grew, irritating her has it made it harder for her to swim sometimes, and reminding her that she was was of age to take her first pair swim, and that she was still alone.
But as she found more and more things from the above world she became fascinated, and slowly obsessed. Her treasures helped her forget that she was alone, and so slowly she ended up with a collection, and that collection was why she was currently trapped in a chest on a sunken vessel.
She was brought out of her remembering when she felt something on the outside of the chest touch her fin. Fear mounted she hoped it wasn’t a shark come to naw her tail off...or worse it could be the sea witch.
Kagome had been so dismayed to find Kanna the sea witch was still an occupant of the sea, she had thought about asking the witch if she had known anything about her people...but she could not bring herself to ask, any bravery fleeing her as soon as she saw the witch's cave.
The chest moved, the lid slowly rising she pulled her green tail to herself relishing the feeling of her tail being free. However after the lid was lifted all relief fled her, standing next to the chest was the white hair of the Sea Witch.
‘Oh hell,’ Kagome thought.