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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 11:47 am
 Dosvi tossed the heavy bag aside and muttered to herself as she stepped into the doorway of her rickety old cabin. She waved her hand over her chest, drew some sort of sign in the air, hopped on her left foot three times then finally grasped hold of the top of the bag and drug it farther inside, leaving a trail of water over the creaky wooden floorboards. "More fish. More more more herbs. Roots. Eye of a bat nnnyess. Most successful." the crazy nymph spoke to herself, a slight smile cracking at the corner of her lips.
It had been a forage day, one to restock her various herbs and plants as well as gather foodstuffs for tonight's meal. "The honey told me fish would be running today, oooohooo yes!" she cackled to herself again, in an almost childish way but more so strange. She pressed her finger tips together as she shuffled over towards some dirty bowls and cups, riffling through them. "Where be it....wheeeree beee iiittt.... GAH. Nimwaps!" she cursed, shaking her fist into the air as she shuffled on over towards the table where a stack of pots, plates and other odds and ends laid strewn about in utter chaos.
The nymph grunted and groaned to herself more, tossing things every which way while making sure to cross her fingers over her right shoulder as she did so. This being one of her strange 'signs' for good luck. It seemed to have worked as suddenly she let out a triumphant call and scooped up a large strange looking wood plate, curved in the middle, that had been beneath everything else. This she took over to the large bag she had, held it in one hand and began pulling out smaller bags with the free hand.
"Mmm, greens greens. Mustnt wet. Dry dry dry." she hummed to herself in a sing song like manner as she neatly set the small bags to one side of the plate, each one containing a different plant or herb. Next she drew out a couple stalks of roots and shook some water droplets off them, laughing in a giddy like manner as they splattered on the ground. She set them next to the smaller bags ever so carefully, as if it were an exact science. After that she reached deep into the bag, a look of utter concentration on her face. She dug around and around and around until, "Aha!" her face twisted into a frightening grin.
Yanking out a fish by the tail she slapped it onto the plate, right in the center groove. "Tastey tastey. Oho don't glance at me in such ways. It is not yet time for Skytears!" she chuckled, pointing a finger at the fish as if it had just told her some sly joke. She reached into the bag two more times, plopping two more fish on top the other before patting the slimy scales in a pleased manner and toddling over to find a free space on her counters to begin putting everything in its place.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 11:57 am
 Something had remained at the bottom of the bag, sliding around in the remnants of lost fish scales, slime and wetness. It had made not a noise, fearful of whatever that thing was that had drug him from his bed and tossed him into the darkness. Darkness that smelled of rot and sharpness, sweetness yet bitter. Things the little one couldn't even describe. How scared he had been, peaceful beneath the waters one minute, jostled around listening to strange muffled sounds the next. His poor tiny mind had no earthly idea how to even BEGIN to fathom what was happening and his tiny brain settled on the fact that it might soon stop thinking all together.
This thought was reinforced by a sudden thud as he felt solidness beneath him. Dead fish flopped over him and bags of the strange/strong smelling things pelting him in the face. Tiny hands struggled to move them when suddenly light opened in the darkness! In a brief moment of happiness, the little one reached upwards towards the light when suddenly a dark green hand plunged itself into the darkness. Opening his mouth to shriek, yet no audible noise able to come out, he squirmed as hard as he could to grasp the hand. He squirmed again and again, each time the hand coming faster, grabbing harder. At one point he was sure it had his tail fin but he was released. He noticed the things inside the darkness with him disappear one by one until eventually he was left alone.
Listening closely, he could hear the sound shuffle off somewhere farther from his darkness. He could still see a bit of light at the top but he couldn't reach it. But how badly he wanted out.... wanted his waters. The smell lingered like a bad thought. The slime grew sticky as it dried, the last of the moisture from the sack seeping into whatever it was below. Did he dare make a noise though? Would that thing come back for him too? All his instincts told him to cry out, cry out loud! Yet try as he might, he couldn't seem to force a noise from his lips. Instead they curled downwards, forming a sharp pout. Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't wanna be suck in darkness!
When he couldn't take it any longer, the little fishboy began to wiggle and squirm as hard as he could inside the sack. Maybe if he wiggled hard enough, he could wiggle right to the light and make it out!
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 10:28 am
A crudely fashioned knife had found its way into the nymph's hand as she went along, humming various oddities to herself. She pointed at the fish several times in jest, laughing as if they were still sharing jokes with her before eventually bringing the blade down hard to snap a head from its slimey body. "No more sass from you now. Sly one ohoho." she grinned, pushing the severed fish head into her sink with the blade before going back to skin the fish of its scales to reach the meat below.
Dosvi paused however at an odd sound she heard over her shoulder. Standing stark still, the green nymph tilted her head to the left ever so slightly, black curls pooling about on her shoulder. Her two toned eyes were wide but unwavering. "We hears a sound don't we little fishums." she cooed softly, taking the blade and tapping it gently against her free hand, fingers running lightly along the blade's edge. "Mighty curious sound it tis mmhmm. Wonder.....what it could be." she spoke again, almost as if daring the sound to continue further.
Juju continued to wiggle around furiously, the sack falling closer and closer to the ground. As it dropped lower he was able to squirm closer and closer towards the light that he just knew promised freedom. But then the voice returned, strange, still distant but somehow...not? Freezing, the little fish babe lay still as stone, heart pounding so hard it almost drowned any other sounds around him. He opened his mouth and shut it several times, like a fish trying to breath out of water, tiny finned hands curled into tight fists pressed up against his chest. He stayed this way a long while, hoping that if he just kept still, that green hand wouldn't come back to grab him too. And fter several long minutes of uncomforting silence, the boy dared to move again..... ever so slightly.....still ever towards the promising light....
Dosvi waited. Oh how she waited. The nymph could sit still for hours on end waiting and not tire or falter from her mission. Her fingers rested gentle on the blade, muscles tensed for just....the right....time...
"HWAH!!" the nymph suddenly shouted, flicking her wrist and letting lose the blade the second the bag began wiggling again. She watched as the blade sailed through the air, landing with a loud clangthud into the burlap sack, piercing part of the fabric to the ground. Gleeing giddily, she danced on her tip toes, pointing at the sack and laughing a most strange triumphant cackle. One that made her sound as if she might have shared genes with a bird or dying cat. "Fear thee Nimwap, I am spry to your games." she cursed victoriously, circling around her table before finally stopping in a crouch just shy of the sack. Her hand reached out timidly, fingers gently touching the tips of the sack's rim. Slowly her hand drew upwards, intent to lift the flap to see what foul beastie she had just slain....
What tumbled out however, was not at all what the nymph had expected.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 10:56 am
Having just seen something shiny and sharp impale itself into the sack inches from his face, the fish babe gave everything he had into one last fit of wiggles. Thrusting himself forward, with help unknowingly from the nymph lifting part of the sack, Juju tumbled out of his confinement and plopped to the floor at the crazy pae's feet in a ball of sticky wet confusion. Upon seeing the thing for the first time, the babe did the only thing he could think of. All the cries and squeaks he had kept bottled inside released at once, full volume, like a damn bursting free and spilling out across stretching valleys below.
Equally as shocked and confused, Dosvi did the only thing the crazy bat could think of doing at a time like this.
Leaping to her feet, hands high in the air, the nymph let out an ear piercing shriek followed by incoherent babbling, her favorite word 'Nimwap' slipping in here and there on occasion. She flung herself backwards, toppling into a chair, falling over it and crashing to the ground where she still flailed about most unceremoniously, scooting herself away away away from the demon fish that just birthed itself from the bowels of burlap.
Hearing his cries amplified by two, Juju stopped briefly, even more confused than before. Was he making all that noise? Was all that coming from his tiny lips? Surely not? His vocals weren't that powerful...were they?
Blinking in shock, the little fish babe attempted to right himself upon his belly, tiny hands and tailfin slapping at the floor of the cabin until he managed to worm himself the right direction. There before him, on the ground, was the other shrieking....thing.... flailing about just as madly as he had. Had she been in the sack with him? Noooo he would have remembered something that big.... but....why? Was she the green hand? She looked the right color....
Waaaaaiiittt. Was she afraid of him?!?!!
Trying to heave himself up more, the babe pushed his hands to the floor to shove his upper half upright. He opened his tiny lips again and let out the softest of squeaks possible. "Heke?" he about hiccuped, then waited and watched to see what the big green thing would do.
All her shrieks and screams stopped at that single tiny hiccup and the nymph paused, hands and feet in the air like a stiff dead rodent. Flopping over onto her side, the nymph stared at the child through the legs of the chair she had stumbled over just previously, two toned eyes locked on the creature that slid out of her sack. "Hwah?" she uttered, sliding herself onto her belly to get a better look.
He wasn't a nimwap! He wasn't remotely close to one at all! Why he was....fish! But not the eating kind of fish. He had hands, a head. Dinglies sprouting from his hair, curious fins sprouting from all angles. Definitely not nimwap. "What have we here..... a fish lad....how curious." the nymph spoke, resting her hands beneath her chin as she remained on the floor, watching the boy intently.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:27 am
Sooo.....
From what the tiny babe's mind could fathom, she made noise when he did. And she stopped when he did. So maybe if he stayed quiet she would too. Because lets face it, a big thing like her shrieking was twice as powerful as his tiny cries and he didn't fancy hearing anymore of it.
But she was being quiet right now. And not scary either. It gave the boy hope. And an idea.
Slapping his little hands forward, he pushed himself across the floor an inch. Then stopped. Waited. Watched. Repeat. Slapped his little hands forward,slid across the floor, then stopped. Each time he waited to see what the bigger one would do. If it made her shriek again, or if she backed up. If she said something, threw more things or darted forward. But each time she remained still, unmoving. Eyes fixated purely on him. He scooted himself all the way towards the overturned chair, tiny finned hands latching onto a leg peg, wide black eyes searching hers. He opened his mouth and let out another tiny squeak, this time it sounded parched. Croaked, like a little frog.
Dosvi watched all of this with ample amazement, grin getting wider and wider each time he got closer. "Such a clever little Juju you are!" she beamed as he latched onto the chair leg and croaked at her. She wrinkled her nose at his funny sound, thinking the fish lad was simply playing games with her. And then the realization hit the crazy nymph like a flat of bricks.
"FISH BOY!" she screeched, jumping to her feet and darting forward, catching the little babe by the tail before he had a chance to squirm away. She hoisted him high into the air by his tail and dangled him upside down, dancing from foot to foot in panic. "Oh curses be, how foolish! Fish boy... FISH!" she shouted at the kid, like she expected him to understand and catch on to her train of thought.
Instead when he burst into tears again she simply shook her head furiously and pranced forward, flinging pots and cups everywhere in search of something. However she clearly lacked what she was looking for as she eventually gave up and rushed over towards the sink, shoving a stopper in the bottom and flicking the tap on full blast. Water gushed out, sprinkling her and the child with its raining droplets. Finally she lowered the boy into the sink, albeit not quite as gentle as one should have been with a child, head first into the slowly pooling water. Little by little the child's head submerged until finally she deemed it time to release his tail and took a step back.
She watched on, a look of mixed horror and anticipation as the little boy simply remained like a limp noodle.
"BAH. Slip in ye silly Jujufisk!" she shook her fist in the air.
The entire time the little fish boy could only think that he was about to see darkness forever and let lose another powerful wail as he flung around upside down in the air before finally touching down in something familiar.
Water.
Blinking open his eyes, he remained frozen in place as he felt the cooling sensation slowly rise and cover most of his head, though his tail remained still oddly above the wet wonder. He probably would have remained that way in shock for quite a while longer until the thing shrieked at him again and he flopped himself head over tail awkwardly into the sink, startled. His belly slapped against the bottom of the shallow sink, tail still oddly sticking out but now at a different angle, face planted firmly against the bottom. He could feel the water pouring over his back from the tap, the level rising a bit higher tha before, but not quite enough to completely cover him.
But still....what little there was..... was a slight relief if any.
As the kid finally flipped himself into the sink better, Dosvi ran over to shut the tap off before the water began to spill out of the sink. She stood in thought a few minutes, head tilted to the side again as her brain tried to work over this scenario one more time.
There was a fish babe in her sink.
And fish on her carving block for tonight's meal.
But clearly one was not meant for consumption. He probably wouldn't taste very good anyways. But what was she going to do with a fish babe in her sink? "Can't stay there forever. No no, not good. Mmm.... OH!" she gasped, reaching into the sink and pulling out the severed fish head she had shoved in there earlier. A sly giggle escaped her lips as she pointed at the fish head as if he was a naughty naughty thing before tossing it into a bowl. "Going to need bigger pot for that one." she cooed to herself, referring to the child.
Dosvi wandered over towards her sack and finally retrieved the knife she had thrown earlier, meandering back to the sink, tapping the blunt end of the blade against her palm. "What will Dosvi do with you little Jujufisk. Can't grow legs if ye be stuck in a sink, hwah!" she sighed and shook her head. Gradually she returned to her previous task and began working on the other fish, but this time, her mood was different.
A stranger smile spread across her face as she kept glancing back at the kid to make sure he was still breathing. To watch when he managed to right himself again to sit properly in the sink and slap his little hands at the water. Obsessionally she'd point the blade at him again and spoke to him in strange mumbling like she had done to the fish as she carved them up and laughed at his terrified faces and squeaks.
All the while one single thought kept filtering back into her head.
She'd have to find a proper tub or something to put him in later.
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