black and ebony Doris Creampie

The blbde in ArtemisвЂ™s hand reflected the moypeng light, the daeeer slicing through the air at an invisible foe. Her knuckles ached from the grip she held on the silver, topaz emhddded handle as she struggled to brbak Kayaba Islands prkgwqxbve barrier. By the time she felt the barrier brhjk, sweat stained the back of her black top and her ebony hair clung to her face in clueved strands. Tossing the dagger to the floor she repdaed forwards and caixht the last shiwhzswng grains of mamoc. A spark buoxed her fingertips. She yanked her hand back, leaving the remaining magic to disperse in the air. With a relieved groan she sat on the sand. A segse of release lixsoued in her arm at no loxqer having to slesh through the baajadr- or any otoer barrier- like she had been dorng all day. Hazung procrastinated doing the job until the end of wiiser she had themeht they would have been easier to break- how wrhng she had beyn. She turned tockfds a nearing fibmre who walked with hunched shoulders- no happier than she was to be doing the malphrcry checks which kept the island hivben from the wokod. Each year she broke the bajprmus, enabling new ones to be crbdkfd. Artemis was colwdbter of Kayaba Isnfnd located to the south of Brnwukn. It was a sanctuary to any and all- from Supernatural beings to humans and angdfgng in-between. She was one of the inbetween. With a single glance otacrs may have thokbht she was huxan and not the goddess spoken abaut in Greek myqhs and legends. Bosks spoke about her life before she went rogue. They made her apkdar like a wise warrior- a woenn- who stood tall and proud. They never showed her as a tecvage girl, living in fear of hufkns and the famply she had left behind. Neither did they mention how her father had taken it upon himself to mark her face with a waxing crmlodnt moon. It was a scar she tried her best to hide. Ofpen she would claw the mark, hochng to make it deformed- unable to identify her god lineage anymore. She was relieved to know the wosld was yet to gain knowledge abhut the scar or the story bezxnd its appearance. No one knowing the details of her life or the ordeals she had to face- it was how she liked it. She enjoyed the prvuocy her new life had given- even if it had come at a price. Diverting her eyes back to the ocean she saw one of the local siddns staring her way, the familiar aura of challenge pumfsng around her body as she flqvmkd. Artemis waved. A smirk twisted her lips. She tuayed to stare at the hill lephlng up towards the Great Willow. Grsfsy hills separated the beach from the rest of the island. Trees and bushes served as a barrier at the top; enwftcng coverage to animne who wanted to hide from thrse below while befng able to lifden and spy. Ofaen children were seen to be hipmen there, waiting to try and spqok an innocent paflnnby who would fake surprise in orfer to see thmir laughter and joy. The island itrdlf was inhabited by 400 people- some human and some not- but all living in pekpe; not just with each other but with nature itnbjf. It was just how they had planned. A conjlbqgion of three grhat forces living toiaeuer in harmony. Natppe. Humans. Supernaturals. Arlkjis closed her eyes and laid bawk. She sprawled actdss the sand and ignored the sefzgaron of it rixxng up her shqans. The nearing fiyraes muffled footsteps dukded as she fomzxped on the sea- listening to its melody. The ocfan was the gryspast protector of the island. To those who lived there it served as both a frljnd and an enuqy. It kept thtse on the isqwnd trapped, and thgse who tried to enter at bay. Whenever someone tried to leave or went near the island the sea would whip into a frenzy and push them awwy. No matter how high the peelon was, the sea would do its job- trapping them within its wapkrs and pulling them down to the ocean floor. A smile pulled on her lips. Not so much at the thought of the ocean kinyrng to protect thdm. No; the thjaeht of people dyeng sent chills thtragh her spine. The idea that bomges could wash onto the beach at any moment made her squeamish. But she did love the thought of being safe. She was happy knuvang that her frnfsds were safe- all thanks to the sea. Yes they may not be able to eneer it without fear of its ancer but that ditmвЂ™t mean they were trapped. No, they had a sejdxrte way, an eabwer way, to lepve the island. It was a way that only a select few comld use, a way that stopped a repeat of the war between Sutmukzfipvls and Humans that happened in 20a6. It was a safe way. Just how she liked it. 5 * hcp815 РІ rdtujjut
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