It was morning again. She could always tell when the day was starting anew from one simple reason: she always slept outside and would feel the suns first warming rays stretching across her curled form. You see, the girl didn't sleep outside by choice, but because she had no where else to sleep. That is, unless she wanted to be abused and tormented all night by her "fellow clan members". Stretching her body while still resting on her bed of leaves she thought to herself "Another day in hell." Quickly rising out of her makeshift bed, she took a brisk walk to the nearby stream. Upon reaching it, she crouched down and peered into the waters, seeing the appearance she hated so much.
    Her near shoulder length hair was straight and fell in front of her face, partially hiding her features. The pink locks of hair with their blue tips were held mostly back thanks to a plain and fairly worn out white headband. Her hair, once a source of childhood pride and endless wonder was now a target of scorn. No matter what she did to it, her hair would always return to this pattern. When she cut off the blue tips one day, she would wake up the next day with the formerly pink ends slowly turning blue. At first, the Nunh, or The Bastard Nunh as she loved to think of him as, would beat her for "redying" her hair. Thankfully though, after about a year of beating her with no change to her story about her hair, he eventually stopped and found another topic to abuse her over. The hair that covered her ears were also pink, the short hair resembled fur. There was a time where she would be praised for how soft and smooth the hair on her ears were, but those days were long past, her hair more used to dirt and grime. For one thing, the girl was glad that the hair on her ears did not turn blue like the rest of her hair, for she was sure The Bastard Nunh would have tried to cut them off along with her hair.
After quickly running her fingers through her hair in a poor attempt to untangle it, she properly replaced her prized headband, arranging her hair so that her bangs would once again attempt to cover her features, and more importantly, her eyes. Her odd eyes. The odd colored eyes that most likely caused more problems than anything else about her. Her left eye was a light pink, the right a sky colored blue. It was quick to see that her hair perfectly matched the color of her eyes. These were a few of the reasons she was often called "Witches Daughter", or simply a "Witch", or even a "Monster". She hated her eyes even more than her hair, at least she could cover her hair with a piece of cloth. Her eyes stood out no matter what thanks to their color and otherwordly luster.
    Scooping up some water in her small hands she rinsed off her face, splashing the drowsiness out of her. Then she washed off her more intimate areas, always remembering what her mother told her so many winters ago. Her mother would always say that no matter what, these areas must always be cleansed regularly, else she get all types of sick. So she would always do as she was told, but now a days she would limit what she washed to these areas. She wanted to be clean, but she also wanted to remain as filthy as possible, for she found out that filth was a good deterrent to keeping The Bastard Nunh away from her and forcing himself upon the girl. She patted herself dry using a small threadbare rag she kept on her and stood to stretch again. Her short tail arching itself as she reached out to the heavens. Finally reaching for her tail, she also quickly "brushed" out the tuft of hair at the end and then started walking back to her "bed".
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Looking at what was sadly called her "bed", she knelt down and began to quickly and efficiently arrange the branches and leaves so that they looked more "made". She would rather do this now so that later on, after the days long chores, she would be able to simply collapse into the pile and fall asleep somewhat comfortably. Standing up and nodding her satisfaction she turned around to begin the days labors. Or she would have if not for the solid body that appeared right as she turned around, bumping into person in complete surprise and stumbling a few steps back.
"A'kuri, good morning my darling little pet."
Hearing her name and the voice attached to it, she instinctively cowered away from the man, not knowing what he would try to do to her so early in the morning. He was never up this early! The Bastard Nunh would always stay up til the early hours, "entertaining" the other females in the clan!Â
"G-go-good m-m-mor-rning Nunh" she stuttered out, her eyes staring at the male's feet as she began to fumble with her skirts hem in nervousness.
"Yes...Yes it is a good morning." the Nunh replied as he leaned forward, bringing his nose down to sniff A'kuri's hair and then to nuzzle her cheek with his nose. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, could hear the lust for her in his breathing. It was then that she knew, that after seven long years of fending the Bastard off and keeping her chastity intact, that there would be no stopping him on this morning. Was this why she was allowed to bath by herself for those scant few moments? Why no one had woken her, screaming to get some mundane task completed? Because they all knew that the Nunh would finally give in to his desires and he would break the poor girl who he felt so much disgust towards.
A'kuri stood there, trembling as the Nunh started to paw his way up her side with his hands, touching, groping her body, eventually pushing her down into the makeshift "bed". She was terrified as she has never been before in her life, not even when her mother died all those years ago. She could see the drunken lust in his eyes and he moved closer to kiss her.
It was then that from the corner of her eye she saw a flash of blue. A small creature that seemed to stir up her memories, dashed out from the corner of her eyes. As the Nunh was closing in for the kiss, she turned her face in the direction she saw the blurred creature, trying desperately to see if it was a creature that would deter the Nunh from his act of cruelty. But try as she might she couldn't see the creature, and the Nunh had realized that she turned her face away from him. In anger he removed his hand from under her shirt to smack her across the face screaming "Don't look away you bitch! I can tell you want this! You've always wanted this! You're a Gods damned whore! Just like your filthy Witch mother!"
At these words A'kuri felt something deep within her finally break and surge forth, it was as if a wall and crumbled and a huge torrent of water began to force it's way up from the depths of her core. All the fear, all the pain, all the humiliation were washed away by this torrent as it surged forth. The power that came forth made her mind sharp, made the world clearer than it had even been in years and in her mind she could feel a familiar warmth, one that she could not immediately place.
Staring up at the Nunh with a cold hard fury in her eyes she spoke back to him, in a clear voice for the first time since he became a Nunh.
"Mother. Was. Not. A. WITCH!" It was then that the small blue creature darted near her head, coming into focus for the first time. For a brief second the red gem on it's forehead shone a brilliant color, and then the creature leaped into the air and did a somersault, at the end of which a powerful gust of wind came forth from the creature, blowing the Nunh off A'kuri and tumbling into a nearby tree.
Slowly standing up, the power still surging from some unknown place inside her being, she took an unsteady step towards the Nunh, who upon realizing what the girl had just done, began to shake and cower in fear. "Yo--you're a WITCH! You're a Gods damned witch!" he whimpered out, trying to raise his voice but his fear stopping him from doing so.
Not hearing his words she could only focus on all the pain and suffering he had caused her in the past, and would continue to cause her if she could not stop him here and now. Not knowing where this power came from, or when it would end, she simply begged it to last until she could free herself from this creatures torture. Focusing on all the evil that she had endured, she begged and willed the power to make him feel the same. She could feel the aether accepting the job she gave to it, almost accepting the task it was given with glee as it began to converse around the males body. Looking at him she could see his body slowly being eaten by some sort of magical poison. It was fast acting, and it somehow targeted his vocals first. She was not sure if she willed it to, so that he could not cry for help, or if it had a mind of it's own.
Either way the Nunh's throat blackened and started to dissolve into itself as the poison started to eat away at the rest of his body, slowly, causing him untold amounts of pain that he would never be able to speak about. Yes, just like how A'kuri was forced to endure all these years of pain in silence, so would he. After a few moments however, the poison stopped spreading, the damage it caused still there, but not going any further. Realizing that he might survive now that the poison had stopped spreading, the girl started to panic. What could she do now? She had hoped and wished to kill him, and the power responded! But now she could feel the power slowly ebbing away, the small blue creature no where in sight. She was so close, she could not let this chance slip away from her, for if she did then she would surely die as a consequence.
As she stood over the severely wounded Nunh, she closed her eyes, looking deep into herself to find any small part of that wellspring of power from moments ago. Any small trickle that she could draw power from. And she found it, a small steady stream of power hidden deep within her soul. No wonder she never saw it before, it was such a small flow, but it was there, and it was flowing with determination.
Bringing her hand to her chest she focused the stream of energy into her hand, her thoughts shaping the power, giving it form, giving it the malice that she held to herself. Opening her eyes she saw the black mass of energy swirling in her hand and knew that once it left her hand, whatever it touched would be brought to ruin. And it was with that realization, and determination, that she threw the swirling black mass at the crippled form of The Bastard Nunh.
She could see the terror in his eyes, the realization that he did break the weak girl, but not the the manner that he had hoped to. He saw his death floating towards him in that swirling mass of ruinous energy. However what he saw last right before it engulfed him, terrified him more than anything in his life had before. The girl he sought to conquer, the weak, timid girl that could not even speak for herself, was standing there, looking at him, after torturing him and now mere moments away from ending his life, with a smile on her face, a look of pure bliss as she happily killed another living being.
    Her near shoulder length hair was straight and fell in front of her face, partially hiding her features. The pink locks of hair with their blue tips were held mostly back thanks to a plain and fairly worn out white headband. Her hair, once a source of childhood pride and endless wonder was now a target of scorn. No matter what she did to it, her hair would always return to this pattern. When she cut off the blue tips one day, she would wake up the next day with the formerly pink ends slowly turning blue. At first, the Nunh, or The Bastard Nunh as she loved to think of him as, would beat her for "redying" her hair. Thankfully though, after about a year of beating her with no change to her story about her hair, he eventually stopped and found another topic to abuse her over. The hair that covered her ears were also pink, the short hair resembled fur. There was a time where she would be praised for how soft and smooth the hair on her ears were, but those days were long past, her hair more used to dirt and grime. For one thing, the girl was glad that the hair on her ears did not turn blue like the rest of her hair, for she was sure The Bastard Nunh would have tried to cut them off along with her hair.
After quickly running her fingers through her hair in a poor attempt to untangle it, she properly replaced her prized headband, arranging her hair so that her bangs would once again attempt to cover her features, and more importantly, her eyes. Her odd eyes. The odd colored eyes that most likely caused more problems than anything else about her. Her left eye was a light pink, the right a sky colored blue. It was quick to see that her hair perfectly matched the color of her eyes. These were a few of the reasons she was often called "Witches Daughter", or simply a "Witch", or even a "Monster". She hated her eyes even more than her hair, at least she could cover her hair with a piece of cloth. Her eyes stood out no matter what thanks to their color and otherwordly luster.
    Scooping up some water in her small hands she rinsed off her face, splashing the drowsiness out of her. Then she washed off her more intimate areas, always remembering what her mother told her so many winters ago. Her mother would always say that no matter what, these areas must always be cleansed regularly, else she get all types of sick. So she would always do as she was told, but now a days she would limit what she washed to these areas. She wanted to be clean, but she also wanted to remain as filthy as possible, for she found out that filth was a good deterrent to keeping The Bastard Nunh away from her and forcing himself upon the girl. She patted herself dry using a small threadbare rag she kept on her and stood to stretch again. Her short tail arching itself as she reached out to the heavens. Finally reaching for her tail, she also quickly "brushed" out the tuft of hair at the end and then started walking back to her "bed".
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Looking at what was sadly called her "bed", she knelt down and began to quickly and efficiently arrange the branches and leaves so that they looked more "made". She would rather do this now so that later on, after the days long chores, she would be able to simply collapse into the pile and fall asleep somewhat comfortably. Standing up and nodding her satisfaction she turned around to begin the days labors. Or she would have if not for the solid body that appeared right as she turned around, bumping into person in complete surprise and stumbling a few steps back.
"A'kuri, good morning my darling little pet."
Hearing her name and the voice attached to it, she instinctively cowered away from the man, not knowing what he would try to do to her so early in the morning. He was never up this early! The Bastard Nunh would always stay up til the early hours, "entertaining" the other females in the clan!Â
"G-go-good m-m-mor-rning Nunh" she stuttered out, her eyes staring at the male's feet as she began to fumble with her skirts hem in nervousness.
"Yes...Yes it is a good morning." the Nunh replied as he leaned forward, bringing his nose down to sniff A'kuri's hair and then to nuzzle her cheek with his nose. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, could hear the lust for her in his breathing. It was then that she knew, that after seven long years of fending the Bastard off and keeping her chastity intact, that there would be no stopping him on this morning. Was this why she was allowed to bath by herself for those scant few moments? Why no one had woken her, screaming to get some mundane task completed? Because they all knew that the Nunh would finally give in to his desires and he would break the poor girl who he felt so much disgust towards.
A'kuri stood there, trembling as the Nunh started to paw his way up her side with his hands, touching, groping her body, eventually pushing her down into the makeshift "bed". She was terrified as she has never been before in her life, not even when her mother died all those years ago. She could see the drunken lust in his eyes and he moved closer to kiss her.
It was then that from the corner of her eye she saw a flash of blue. A small creature that seemed to stir up her memories, dashed out from the corner of her eyes. As the Nunh was closing in for the kiss, she turned her face in the direction she saw the blurred creature, trying desperately to see if it was a creature that would deter the Nunh from his act of cruelty. But try as she might she couldn't see the creature, and the Nunh had realized that she turned her face away from him. In anger he removed his hand from under her shirt to smack her across the face screaming "Don't look away you bitch! I can tell you want this! You've always wanted this! You're a Gods damned whore! Just like your filthy Witch mother!"
At these words A'kuri felt something deep within her finally break and surge forth, it was as if a wall and crumbled and a huge torrent of water began to force it's way up from the depths of her core. All the fear, all the pain, all the humiliation were washed away by this torrent as it surged forth. The power that came forth made her mind sharp, made the world clearer than it had even been in years and in her mind she could feel a familiar warmth, one that she could not immediately place.
Staring up at the Nunh with a cold hard fury in her eyes she spoke back to him, in a clear voice for the first time since he became a Nunh.
"Mother. Was. Not. A. WITCH!" It was then that the small blue creature darted near her head, coming into focus for the first time. For a brief second the red gem on it's forehead shone a brilliant color, and then the creature leaped into the air and did a somersault, at the end of which a powerful gust of wind came forth from the creature, blowing the Nunh off A'kuri and tumbling into a nearby tree.
Slowly standing up, the power still surging from some unknown place inside her being, she took an unsteady step towards the Nunh, who upon realizing what the girl had just done, began to shake and cower in fear. "Yo--you're a WITCH! You're a Gods damned witch!" he whimpered out, trying to raise his voice but his fear stopping him from doing so.
Not hearing his words she could only focus on all the pain and suffering he had caused her in the past, and would continue to cause her if she could not stop him here and now. Not knowing where this power came from, or when it would end, she simply begged it to last until she could free herself from this creatures torture. Focusing on all the evil that she had endured, she begged and willed the power to make him feel the same. She could feel the aether accepting the job she gave to it, almost accepting the task it was given with glee as it began to converse around the males body. Looking at him she could see his body slowly being eaten by some sort of magical poison. It was fast acting, and it somehow targeted his vocals first. She was not sure if she willed it to, so that he could not cry for help, or if it had a mind of it's own.
Either way the Nunh's throat blackened and started to dissolve into itself as the poison started to eat away at the rest of his body, slowly, causing him untold amounts of pain that he would never be able to speak about. Yes, just like how A'kuri was forced to endure all these years of pain in silence, so would he. After a few moments however, the poison stopped spreading, the damage it caused still there, but not going any further. Realizing that he might survive now that the poison had stopped spreading, the girl started to panic. What could she do now? She had hoped and wished to kill him, and the power responded! But now she could feel the power slowly ebbing away, the small blue creature no where in sight. She was so close, she could not let this chance slip away from her, for if she did then she would surely die as a consequence.
As she stood over the severely wounded Nunh, she closed her eyes, looking deep into herself to find any small part of that wellspring of power from moments ago. Any small trickle that she could draw power from. And she found it, a small steady stream of power hidden deep within her soul. No wonder she never saw it before, it was such a small flow, but it was there, and it was flowing with determination.
Bringing her hand to her chest she focused the stream of energy into her hand, her thoughts shaping the power, giving it form, giving it the malice that she held to herself. Opening her eyes she saw the black mass of energy swirling in her hand and knew that once it left her hand, whatever it touched would be brought to ruin. And it was with that realization, and determination, that she threw the swirling black mass at the crippled form of The Bastard Nunh.
She could see the terror in his eyes, the realization that he did break the weak girl, but not the the manner that he had hoped to. He saw his death floating towards him in that swirling mass of ruinous energy. However what he saw last right before it engulfed him, terrified him more than anything in his life had before. The girl he sought to conquer, the weak, timid girl that could not even speak for herself, was standing there, looking at him, after torturing him and now mere moments away from ending his life, with a smile on her face, a look of pure bliss as she happily killed another living being.