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Choosing 4: Death because double 15 roll today~

Once again, he submerged his hand into the still lake.

{ Empty }

As a youngling, VoiceofNature kept close to her tight knit family, enjoying her time with them, and finding great happiness being surrounded by their undying love. But there would be those times where she felt quite out of place, or didn't quite fit in with all her full grown family members. Being the only child in the household of loving demons, they couldn't always relate or cater to her childlike whimsy and play.... which left her always feeling incomplete, and yearning for something she didn't have. Something so simple as a childhood friend her own age. It seemed so easy for most, and she'd read about it, and seen it so many times, yet it was so unobtainable for her. Why was that? There were others who lived around her, but never gave the ghoul the time of day. Was there a reason? was she doing something wrong? In truth, the usually cheery, and optimistic ghoul did not like to think on such things, as a conclusion could hardly ever be reached. But it didn't change the way she felt. Even after getting into a school, there were only a couple of friendships here and there, fleeting, and short lived. No one stuck around for long... and company was too far and in between to ever be consistent or stable. Such emptiness... and yet she felt so selfish for desiring for more, when she already had what most didn't. Still... that did not put off the sense of needing fellow peers to affiliate with, to bond with, to grow with.

2/3 - 12. Hiding

She clearly had the advantage: she was smaller and she blended in with the furs. No one would ever find her here. Which is why five minutes later she was sulking up a storm. "No one told me it was out of bounds!" Ishild protested loudly from her exile in the tent of time out. She hadn't even ripped them up that much. It was just a few little claw holes! No one would have noticed.

When finally released from time-out, she spent the rest of the day hiding from everyone. That'd show 'em.

3/3 - 15. Despair

The wouldn't let her into see Abbie. Her friend was that bad off. Her parents were pissed at her, and her other friends weren't exactly thrilled with her either and really didn't want her around. Well, they could go... jump in a crevasse or something. It wasn't like she'd done something they'd never ever done, those hypocrites. They'd just hadn't gotten caught.

So Ishild went and found some place to be alone. A numbness crept in on her. She'd manged to keep it at bay when she'd had something, someone to be angry at. But now, there was only solitude and with that solitude came a kind of clarity.

She messed up. She messed up so bad. It was like swallowing ice, the way anxiety crept down her throat and spread throughout her core. Abbie was severely injured and it was all her fault.

For all her bravado and aggression, she couldn't protect those she cared about, so what good was she. Ishild stayed there for a good long while, letting despair roll over her as she tried to find some way to fix this... and came away with nothing.

{ death }

Her love for death wasn't anything out of the ordinary, and nothing she really aimed to hide, but didn't thrust it out there that it was indeed fascinating to her. The first time she witnessed it was after her moth companions began to draw to her. Already having such a short life span, it wasn't too long before the delicate beauties gave her that first display of passing on, causing the young ghoul to find their cycle of life so precious and their finale quite beautiful. How kind, and sweet they were, living their life without care for how small a window they had it for, nor the lack of nectar they could consume. Accepting, allowing of the fate they were born to take, that all must face.

She smiled a sad little smile. Things had been so peaceful then. "And all I wanted was adventure. To make a difference." A shiver ran down her back. Well, she'd certainly gotten some adventure, and role to play in the whole 'saving the world' thing.

"It's interesting, what you like to show me, Lake." She felt silly talking to it, but she had been talking to trees moments ago. With a laugh, she dipped her fingers in the water again.

Her aunt’s house. Thanksgiving. She hadn’t wanted to go, but her mother had insisted.

How long had it been? Two years? Two years since Bethany had died?

She didn’t want to be here. All she saw were the pictures of a girl who wouldn’t walk on this earth again. All she heard was the echo of footsteps. There, on that staircase, they’d spent hours playing with a slinky, until they’d bent it. There, in that corner, they’d laughed and set up their princess castle. And over there, in that kitchen, they’d learn how to not back a cake. Bethany had gotten good at baking.

She sighed. In a way, it was nice to remember. It…hurt a lot less at this point.


Very, very calmly Waffleberry drew her hand back. Quietly, she stood, silently she turned and walked away. Sevs followed.

((Entering))

He was squatting before the lake again, a grim expression on his face. He was back. JabberWhut reached out his hand to touch the water.

[7. Hatred]
The voices came.

He was squatting before a lake. He was shaking. There were voices around him.

"Wrong again."

He was just shaking. He wanted to leave but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot.

"Wrong again."

He was splashing at the water now--great droplets flying all around him.

"Wrong again."

There they were--the tears. The same tears that had been on his face when he was ten and being scolded by his tutor; the same tears were on his current face. He had cried when he relived that memory because that memory still existed. He still couldn't compete with his sister. She was still better, older, taller, smarter. He was still that little boy who would cry and shake when he was scolded. Jabber hated that part of himself. He had deliberately avoided thinking about it, and that had almost succeeded if it were not for the lake.

After a week of being on Island, of getting lost and confused and frustrated because everything was so much so quickly, Abbi found herself exceedingly lost. She had been sent to one building and then another, and in the belief that she knew how to get back to the first, had gotten confused and wandered down a wrong path. Now she was in the middle of the beach, looking back at the path she'd tread and wondering how to get back.
The ghost in her head said nothing, just as frustrated as her host over their confusion, but she angry because Abbi hadn't listened to her. If she'd just backtracked the first time and not bothered to try a new way, she'd have been just fine. But what was the point in getting acquainted to a new place if one didn't try new paths?

But this beach was... This was not good. Already there were stark ripples on the water's surface, moving quickly toward the beach. The girl backed up further onto the sand, but the beach stretched out to her left and right and up the hill looked like only an expanse of more sand. She was about to start running when someone called out from behind her.
With a squeak, Abbi whirled around to see a tall, dark haired woman jogging toward her.
"Wooooaahhhh you gotta move back, fast! Those mermaids are seriously dangerous!" The woman called, her weapon already materializing in her hands.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm new and I got lost and I--"
"No worries, newbie! Just follow me!" The woman smiled and quickly beckoned Abbi to follow.

"Where you headed?" She asked once Abbi had reached her side, putting a gentle hand against her shoulder to lightly push her in the right direction.
"Th-the library..."
"WOW. You're way off base!" The woman laughed, but only kept moving forward. She asked a number of questions after that, laughing at Abbi's answers even when she made poor jokes. It wasn't necessary, of course, but it didn't mean she stopped anyways.
Finally when she dropped the small girl off at the library entrance, she was quick to put her number in Abbi's phone along with a small square of chocolate she slipped into her pocket. It was the first sweet Abbi had had since before she'd arrived at the Island and it tasted so sweet.