#2kyo7 series

"M-MOTHER, TELL ME YOU JEST...!", you become unsettled within your seat, Jacquelin was known for her trickery; but this was of the cruelest kind. When the half-blooded "hybrid" (you once called him endearingly) walked through the doors of your home after what felt like a millennium's time had passed; there was a piece of your being who wished to smother him like no other within an unforgiving embrace. To tell him all he had missed, and all he would not know. Ask him with a tone softer than cottoned cashmere; "why did you wait so long to find me, lovely Adrian?" Then all should be as it was, reunited like time had ceased to advance.

He'd come to visit you every-other week, you'd host marvelous slumber parties bound for the pages of history books. He'd whisper things; things secret to your ears alone. Sweet slices of heaven which you'd sworn to the grave, with tangled limbs and star-strung eyes. There was a time that if he'd told you he alone crafted the blazing balls of fire—you'd undoubtedly believe him—without a hint of hesitation. Oh how the times have changed.

Now, now was a different tale entirely. Once, you peered upon him with overflowing adoration, clouded affections (some would claim it devotion). Replacing it emerged a festering anger, open wounds which refused to scab over the blistering past of disloyalty. He'd made his choice, chosen his side; even then he had every opportunity to return and beg for forgiveness, to let your fury slowly subside and your wrath turn quaint. But he did not. And for that, Adrian—Alucard Tepes, son of Vlad Dracula, meant no more to you than a dirt blooded dog. He'd feel it too. Every passing moment of anguish you'd endured; he would suffer it—breathe the poison into his very lungs. And perish. That, you can promise.

"What you impose Mother it's, well it's simply—" you trample over the words you urgently mean to say, an arrangement of fear and madness overtaking your speech. Instead, Langrené does you the humble deed of speaking above your uncertainty. A rampant hobby of hers. "Absurd? Laughable? Preposterous? Yes dearest sister, this is something we can both wholly agree on after more than a decade's worth of dispute." Langrené's steady regard was not that of which it should; her expression coated with bafflement, displeasure, and upmost contempt. Never had she been the compassionate type, moreover her affections for anyone at all has forever been rather sparse. You, her youngest sister, were no exception.

Perhaps she held the very slightest of sympathy for you, despite appearing so evidently pitiful; you stood upon your burning pile with foolish deviance. Head held high, fist clenched tight, puncturing the softness that was your delicate palm with sharpened claw-like nails. She'll never respect me, you think, but her respect was not needed. Only the sight of your sorrow. "Nothing shall be gained from sending her away to such absolute death," she scanned the room, eyes downcast. "Especially not with these fools."

Your heels drum in rushed rhythm against the marble floor, you fall to your knees, grasping Louviers' arm as to be the final lifeline. "Father please tell me—tell me now that this...this can only be of mother's fanatical adjure." Unease stuck to your body like a second skin, you felt queasy, uneven; you couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so earnestly horrid. "Say you would never let your youngest child succumb to such unkindliness, and that your wife's lunacy has been left to loiter far too long." You needn't "the eyes" against your doting father, daddy dearest, for he forever lay encased in the trance that was fatherhood. And a special place laid dormant only to you.

Instead, his head shakes and you've been all but knifed. "It's for your own good fluer, I promise." He outstretches his hand to place atop your own, but you are quick to pull away, stumbling back onto your feet with the grace of a newborn lamb. Heaving, disoriented. "Just look at her, the thought alone has sent her into a frenzy." Langrené paces behind her father's seat, standing tall and intimidating in front of you, hands neatly crossed behind her back. "We may as well send them off with a corpse and casket for their travels..." she takes a short pause to ponder, "...maybe four." Her face shifts, mouth twisting slightly upwards.

Jacquelin snaps her fingers; not once but twice. Two servants arrive to heed her aide with immediate results, she whispers lowly and shields her lips so none could read them. Then, quickly as they came, they'd scampered away. Not a word shared between them. "If you'll be generous enough as to hear our rationale I think you'd been quite pleased with us Langrené. Your poor lowly parents." Her tone was teasing because in the end, Jacquelin would have the final say—until Langrené was truly brought to power, decisions like this would have no true discourse. "Please my daughter, a moment is all we request." That does not signify she held her eldest in modest regard, to create an enemy of an offspring never birthed happy endings. She looked to her daughter pleadingly.

Begrudgingly she conceded an abrasive glower present to all who dared to look upon her, "speak your truths for as long as I will hear them."

The ambience grew quiet before a storm erupted in waves, you released a most regnant, gut-wrenching cry your narrow airway could manage, heard for the ages. It shook the core of your stomach, you would've complained of it, if not for the apparent issue that wore raging in the room. "NO. Do not tell me you actually mean to entertain such stupidity?" Your teeth clash together with each unsteady syllable that left your lips. The question was directed in particular to Langrené, but loosely to your entire family who allowed such a thought to merely cross their minds. Your head twisted, seeking out each of them. "They plot to kill me and you're willing to stand there and let them convince you?!"

Both humans stalked on the edge of consciousness, but your noise proved to arose them, for the time being at least. Lyevre had sat silent nearly the entire ordeal, head bowed and eyes closed; either in shame, sadness, or ruth. Louviers looked to you, lips shut tight in similar fashion, words weighted too laborious for him to speak. Jacquelin fiend surprise, a hum following her placid expression, Langrené simply stood unblinking, hardly moving, patiently awaiting the reasoning that would crumble her current stance.

And Alucard, you retch at the sight of him, threatening what little morsels of dinner had been scarfed down minutes before. His face no longer agitated you; it disguised your very soul. You couldn't just hate him—you detest him, loathed his being and what he represents. You thought to call him as such. What ever he's possibly scrambled to title himself within these passing years, you could not bring yourself to care.

"I refuse to stand here as my execution is contemplated! You able me to join the likes of a halfwit human, a poorly bred pooch—and a witch? I'd rather burn at the stake and my accursed ashes be fed to measly rats." Alucard's eyes sink at the implication. "Curse you all, damn you to hell...I won't stand for this!" Gathering the edge of your dress, you race away, not once looking back to see the consequence of your actions.

"(Name)! You've lost your senses completely," Langrené's sentence shook the corners of the castle, reaching you through the hall, she was loud but un-screaming. Yet you still ran and showed no signs of slowing. "Return and apologi—"

"Enough Langrené—leave her be; she's being put through so much, what more will you do...what else can she possibly deserve?" Lyevre's voice felt like a clearing pathway through foggy forests. "This is a sincere kindness compared to what she'll face if our mother insooth decides to send her battling a losing war." All the same, her heavy words were no more than fading memory, echoing footsteps fading as you traveled further and further from the dining hall. "Now, perhaps we can finally address the sizable elephant present within the room?"

Jacquelin shrugged her shoulders faintly before clasping her hands together, sighing in relief. "For quite some time now both I and Louviers had plans of sending (Name) away, not forever, just long enough to return...matured. We were under the impressionable thought by some miracle she'd begin to display intrigue about learning her abilities, the question ultimately proved where." She glanced between both Langrené and Alucard. "Whether you came to us or not Adrian—she was set for departure, so be free of any guilt you may harbor. The act is needless, for I am thankful you've returned. To save her."

Louviers absolved his throat of a growing absence, "our options were rather....numbered." His tone present with doubt, almost mournful. "We'd discussed the countryside: a considerable secluded location that would be rather lonesome, but only in the best of intentions. Then there's to be the presented choice of allowing her to frolic amongst the beloved townsfolk residing in Lavatris, close as home could provide." Louviers lifted his hand, tilting his wrist at a sharp angle; emptying the remanence of liquid onto the glistening floor's surface, dreading his next thought. "And finally, there was to be a young women's boarding house of sorts—neighboring just west of here...desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose." With every ephemeral word brought noticeable displeasure upon Louviers' sturdy features, as if each instance was more painstaking to speak than the last.

The woman beckoned her husband closer, he complied without fault. Joining his wife at her side, garnishing him with gentle affections. "...You may ask why we are so ambitious to send her forth, true bloods cannot afford dwindling numbers. Not in this day and age, anyhow. Frankly it pains us more than anything to do this but, we've almost solely ruined that child." Louviers nods in agreement, "I will admit, she's been coddled quite a bit."

"You've done more than coddled the girl, she's been smothered and it was all your own fruition." Langrené spills acid from her tongue, "I'll never blame her for what she's become, that was beyond her control; a victim of circumstance. However, I do hold her in fault for choosing to remain helpless. And now you feel to set a baby bird free with unborn wings." She scoffs. "I only hope she returns scarred, if at all."

"Know this, older sister, many birds must first fall before they can begin to take flight. I think this scenario will be objectively similar." Langrené acknowledges her sister in faint astonishment, presuming she'd been silenced for the remainder of dinner. "Lyevre...and I take it you agree with this...repugnancy?"

"The approach is something to be studied but, I foresee a brighter future ahead." She soothes her belly, observing within a state of pure longing. "So, you have my conclusive blessings Adrian."

"Listen intimately Langrené, and Lyevre too. I won't feel sorry for having risen (Name) with more nurture than I thought to have by either of you. Only we did not know at what times to stop." Jacquelin turns to face Louviers with a look of knowing, he tightens his hold amongst her hand, "as we give you ours Adrian, we trust you'll uplift her to greater heights never before seen by the masses."

Langrené stomps back around to her seating, obnoxiously so, making no effort to quiet her steps. A dark purple hue surrounds the chair as it moves on its own accord, screeching against the floor like torn violin strings. "Then there is nothing left to be said...Adrian, I shan't give you my blessings for I believe such things to be a falsehood created by the intelligence of humanly greed. Instead I send to you my condolences—as many troubles forever face a hero's path."

If not felt before, Alucard was now crushed by an intense pressure aboard his robust shoulders more than ever. Heavy could not begin to measure its tremendous weight. He questioned only for a moment's time what could've been causing the constant kinks in his neck, or the aching along his boney spine. The answer couldn't have been more clear if it'd kneed him between the legs. The world, of course, its delicate balance waltzed upon his back in wavering fashion, digging its heels further and further into the blankets of his humanly flesh with dramatic rhythm. But never mind it, never mind such things when others were of the upmost importance. His quest was far from complete, in fact, it'd barely begun at all.

So, the awaited savior Alucard swallowed; consuming his fears, his woes, his worries and his crafted words, being careful not to choke. Devout to the prophecy—to saving human kind. "Thank you, all of you, not only for your generosity but also your trust. Hear me when I say with certitude that my father's rein shall be renounced and (Name) returned, more than which she left." He stood, his hand courtly placed directly on his faintly drumming heart.

"How pleasant to hear such assurance, even if your ternary isn't particularly up-to-par." Jacquelin's gaze ghost over Sypha and Trevor's fatigued forms, her words lacking enthusiasm. "Yes...you'll leave the dawn after next, we'll send you off with any provisions your hearts desire!" Alucard nodded along, a polite smile playing along his features. "Mother I shall escort these heroes back to their sleeping quarters, it's clear they'll tire to death with each passing breath." Without awaiting her response Langrené lifted the two humans from their seats with only a glance. "Come along Adrian, do not falter behind me."

"Good day to you Dauvillers; may your rest be eternally easy." As they exited the dining hall, the fading sounds of continued conversation could be heard. A louder, less refined voice joined. What's with all the noise in here? Something I miss lovely?—Nothing Beau, just sit down and eat.—AYE ye' should've seen the blokes at the gate tonight, looked like something even a damned flee-bitten feline couldnt've brought through here...

Morning's playful dawn soon infiltrated the night's tame sky; Langrené tenderly secured both Trevor and Sypha into their designated rooms, leaving Alucard to wonder nostalgic halls alongside her. The atmosphere was less than consortable, but Alucard quite appreciated such silence, he'd spoken enough for one day (possibly entire weeks). She then paused to oversee an enclosed flower garden through lengthy window panels. "Look out to there, Adrian. Tell me what you see." Her voice was minutely absent of the strict, disregarding tone she used so often. Standing in its place seated something gentle.

"I see a stream of running water, purple anemones, coneflowers, some gladiolus—among many other types I cannot hope to recognize, and..." His words trailed off in disorderly directions, he scrambled to find them easily, caught unguarded by what he'd witnessed. "You—You're sister, (Name), she tends to the garden with great amounts of...care." Alucard stood stunned at his own description towards your act. Never had he known you to be someone blessed with a green thumb, much less a caring hand, he reputed it was an eventual thing to become, considering your fascinations. "Yes Adrian, you are absolutely right."

Alucard reacted seconds too soon, clashing upon her candid, menacing, unforgiving stare. There was no battle for dominance between the fixated look they both shared, simply unmistakable glowering. "Might that be all you allow yourself to see, know it is of plenty. (Name) may be the most incompetent, spoiled—obsolete true blood one shall ever have the displeasure of meeting within this lifetime and the next, but know that she remains my sister all the same. And I love her more than any amount of human blood ever to be spilled, do you heed my words well Alucard?"

"Undoubtedly—"

"Allow me to speak in more definitive terms, as to spare no room for needless confusion." Slowly her attention hallows away from the half-blood, she treks further down the elongated hall; swallowed by unearthly shadows. Alucard dared not to follow. "When my sister returns, if more than a single scratch is bared upon her delicate cheek...you will pay dearly." Langrené's eyes glow dangerously bright, while her head tilts to view him one final time. "I'll have your head mounted to my walls like last season's catch, but worry not, you won't fair such fate alone; your comrades will join you. A merry band of moronic wolves you'll be until your dying breaths." With that Langrené smiled, hands crossed neatly behind her back (posture unrivaled to none) she stalked away, no amount of remorse depicted.

He dared not to move. Not until he was certain, the threat, all while being his saving grace; had hence dissipated.

The sight of flowers brought him little ease.

You were beyond outraged. This was a betrayal of the highest order. They've sentenced you to death, one marked by prolonged pain and spiteful demise. Mother, Father, Lyevre, Langrené, Adri— you refused the mention of his name within the confinements of your troubled mind. Emotions shortly overtake action, yearning immediate validation midst your fury.

A rampage runs rapid throughout the pristine halls, costly items (most valued enough to purchase a peasant’s home), are toppled with little consideration, shattering against once stainless floors. You maim painted portraits of every type using the edge of your pointed nails; faces become torn while faux fruits are ripped. The few servants you cross make no attempt to contain the damage left in your wake, turning a blind eye from the mess they'll be made to clean come afternoon. Your spree is quiet as the sun is cold. You would not be silenced, nor obstructed. You'd pray for all to hear the mayhem you ensue; halting their agreeable conversations and instead adhere to nothing except your needs. They'll plead for slender complacency, sparing the castle of your madness.

Though, they never come. Not a single human, vampire, or hybrid bounds to your location, you are brought to lean lonesomely against a wall, tucked into its chilling corner, rays of purple light reflected on the smooth surface from a near window. Once all is said and done you are left exasperated, exhausted too. No better than which you began. Perchance, this was not the whole truth. Slight solace was founded in your destruction (but not nearly enough), serving as a form of protest. Perhaps the only form of protest you could procure with such scarce choice.

Haggard and overcome with sorrow, you force laxity out of your limp form, venturing to a wooden door. Along its hardened material spiraling florals had been drawn, the design was carefree, inspiring, childlike. Twisting its blackened handle, you felt a rush of nostalgia whelm your previously sunken senses. This newfound feeling coaxes you to persist down familiar cobble steps, you never once slip amongst their sleek edges; hues of various color illuminate supple skin in passing, your mind knows this place well.

Awaits you are double doors left ajar for an anticipated return. Without pause you pull them apart and marvel at the sight. The flower garden, your safe haven; created using blood, sweat, tears, and time. Not a single flower nor inch of soil hadn't been graced by your heedful touch. Years it took to carefully curate every seed, to assure their survival within the trying climate, to procreate in masses; and against all odds, you'd succeeded. It wouldn't be far fetched to title this your life's work, despite the infinity which stirs ahead.

You viewed every patch as if your first, observing them with loving eyes and proud cheeks. They are your everything. Some would call you crazed, but what is a life worth living without obsession? For a passage of time, the cycling world around had been forgotten. What future expected you outside these very doors, until your eyes settled upon them.

Idly confined within your garden of heaven were Convallaria majalis, otherwise known to be: Lily of the Valley. Poisonous as they are mesmerizing, white petal heads forever downturned towards the ground which rooted them in vested affections; appearing shame of its baneful flaw. They required particular care, dying in following weeks after growth, you forgive and start again, rightfully devising them to be favored among its brethren. No soul ever questioned as to why it remained the only flower of its color inside your sacred meadow. The answer considered though never spoken aloud.

Lost in thought, something unsettling sought to stir. Miraculously, inside the lieu of which you called a refuge, your skin starts to crawl and nerves begin to fray. Abrupt agitation replaces profound felicity, dormant perceptions become dynamic—your heart simply couldn't resent.

These flowers; your masterpiece occupied such a vast portion of your life. You've poured countless hours into their wholth, countless particles of dirt caked beneath your nails, countless nights spent scouring the spine's of anthology text. All so that they may flourish. Yet, what has been given in return? A floral scent? A pretty sight? The same things bestowed upon all others?

Now, the Convallaria majalis'  beauty seems to fade like old ink. Their lovely shade of white appears awfully too bright. Addictively sweet scent soon soured; nausea overfills more senses than one, your stomach turns. Descending to your knees, wrist crowding gainst your nostrils to block the obnoxious smell. A hand reaches out to hold its delicate blooms, to feel the essence of your work, countering opposing odds.

For a moment it works. That is, until the skin of your fingers burst into harsh rashes—at first there was nothing, then came a burning sensation along your pores; irritating and near sweltering. Such a feeling ached to be scratched beneath the skin, only when it began to climb along your hand did you pull away, stunned but finally knowing. Knowing of your worth—of your extent. A giver, which so little had been given to in return.

You watch as the rash heals mere seconds later, but you do not feel so comforted nor sooth. Returning to the same flower, you take its petal between your fingers and you crush, shifting them side to side as the flower is withered and dying. The look on your face is unintelligible, there is no smile present. Simply a stare.

The rest are not handled so meticulously; the remaining are pulled from the roots up, torn in half, sometimes threes. All are beheaded, deprived of their defining trait. Dirt is strewn everywhere, your clothes long soiled, hair astray. Then, there is nothing left to dismember, all is left in its place a patch of untidy dirt. The others have seen you, what you have done to their brethren. You wonder if they had the minds to fear you, what you are capable of. "Ha." You laugh at the ridiculous notion. For if they held mind at all, your sweet lillies, would've know what was best for them.

And yet there they lie: gone, discarded, disgraced.

Your nose leaks, you wipe. Next is your eye, right then left; you wipe again. Before you manage to dry them quickly enough a salty waterfall erupts. You sob, hiccup, croak, regret, hate, too much all at once. The door behind you creaks, a sickeningly sweet scent. "Have you come to love and wilt my flowers away as well? If so there is no need—I'd rather it be done alone." You have no heart, no stomach, no mind to face him.

"(Name) know that this was never my intent, to ever think you'd be the one they send away." Alucard's gentle voice coaxes heartfelt emotion, it's hardly a whisper, the guilt must be crushing. You grit your teeth, "do not pity me Alucard, the very moment you sent strife to this household, you knew I was no better than doomed."

Alucard stifles, unknowing of what to say, unknowing of you. Someone he'd once knew better than any other. He desired to touch you—to reach you and your quelling thoughts, perhaps if he held you within his arms, you'd feel his thoughts become your own; to know that his efforts were just. "If you'd only seen the dire circumstance of our situation; if you saw what was at stake."

"Oh I know ascertain what is at stake, and I quite frankly couldn't care enough. You've made a grave mistake Alucard, and it will cost the lives of millions because of your imbecility." Finally you gain the fading courage to look upon him from the corner of your eye, "the instant you thought to come here and bring those blood bags here alongside yourself—a knife should've driven through your weak mortal heart."

"You are beside yourself...I won't believe your words come from a place of truth. I cannot."

"Then you truly have fooled yourself then, haven't you Adrian? You were always the greatest of pretenders...I suppose that has not changed." You left no room for continued conversion, Alucard waited for an apology, any small sign of remorse; there was none. He'd tortured you with his presence long enough. "Then I shall take my leave, good day (Name)." He earned no response, nor was one expected, yet he stalled. His efforts wasted. He hoped without reason.

And when you craned your neck to see if he stayed, the boy you knew; the man you adored. He was gone.

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YOUR FEET TREAD LIGHTLY across the soft but durable fabric that created pathways throughout Awa'atlu, causing your body to bounce up and down with every sudden movement, while a sluggish Ao'nung was not so fast to match your hurried pace. "_____ why so rushed today? You tìyawn our walks..." He stood solid and unmoving, his hold unrelenting on your fingers as they intertwined with his own seemed almost permanent. "Hmm? Tell me."

tìyawn - love

Ao'nung tilted his head with a hum, complimented by his signature smirk, as if that would prompt you to answer him any sooner. "Maybe I am unworthy to walk with Olo'eyktans son," you jokingly mocked his notorious title, beginning to sway circles around him, his body turning to keep track of your own. "Or," Ao'nungs tone became deeper—more serious within a matter of seconds, every ounce of playfulness drained from his expression.

"You are in a hurry to see that forest devil." A newfound death grip was placed along your biceps while he flipped you around to face himself, not a single inch of space left to breathe. You found yourself almost scared, but remembered this was harmless Ao. The same boy who still needed help braiding his hair and couldn't tell rotting fruit from ripe, at the realization you became rather irritated. "What are you saying?"

His forehead crashed into yours and not in a loving or comforting manor you'd grown accustomed to—no harm was done—but the action was still quite rough. "You know exactly what. O'laya told me she saw you and him together last night. Alone. Touching." Your eyes narrowed impossibly more, and Ao'nungs intense glare wasn't letting up. "How dare you. I would never muntxa si with anyone much less na'rìng na'vi."

muntxa si - mate with marry

na'rìng - forest

"Hard to believe when others saw too." Ao'nung lightened his grip ever so slightly, you took the chance to push him away. "I never claimed we were not together txonam," you take multiple needed steps back, extra precaution in case he made another attempt. "And it should not be a worry of yours who I spend my time with. Forest devil or no."

txonam - last night

Ao'nung released a sharp hiss, "of course it is my worry—you are my..."

"Your what Ao'nung?" You let out an equally poisonous hiss, becoming closer to him, this time on your own accord. He struggled to gather his thoughts into a comprehensive response, hurt taking the place of anger. "Tsk, exactly." You brush past him coldly, seeking the walkway's edge before you dove into cool waters that surrounded it. Leaving a stunned, shattered Ao'nung alone with only his thoughts.

Soothing gentle circles around your tender, slightly discolored arm where your fight with Ao'nung had occurred, a small pout wearing down your features at the thought of it. You'd known Ao'nung all your life and while you knew he only had good intentions in mind, there are better ways to convey a discomfort about something than whatever that was. You decided forgiveness would be granted when your arms felt better (nearing the day's end) and he himself apologized for his actions.

Besides, you couldn't stay angry at your Ao forever, especially with the saddened eyes he'd been sending your way.

"Manga," Roxto whistled after calling out to you, spitting water in your face for good measure. "You and your boyfriend have a fight or something? Pey do not answer that. The two of you are more than fight feet apart!" A sudden splash overcame Roxto as he struggled to keep the unexpected water out of unwanted places. "Quiet Roxto, all you do is speak speak speak! And what do you imply? We spend too much time together?"

manga - hey you

pey - wait

Rotxo's arms rose above his head to show he meant no harm, "geez, sorry—but it is funny how quick one can see when you two are in disagreement." You sent him a quick nudge to the face, "quiet my nerves are gone enough." He laughed aloud at your offensiveness, before something else caught his attention.

"Look there," Roxto nodded his head towards the approaching na'vi, the two of you watch for the umpteenth time as they carelessly jump into these ocean waters, a lack of proper guidance evident in their forms. Only for a moment did you catch a glimpse of Neteyam's golden eyes meet yours, quickly being shallow out by the water. You let out a deep sigh, "there is a long way to go." He nodded in agreement, swimming to meet Tsireya and Ao'nung, you quickly followed suit except pretending that a certain someone wasn't there entirely.

You tried to wait—you really did, but everyone looked as if they moved in slow motion, so you raced ahead without consideration, diving among the many creatures that resided within Eywa's wonderful sea. There were many things you noticed whenever finding the time to look back to the others, their lungs were weak, and on top of that they couldn't understand sign. It honestly made you reconsider your promise to Tuk and Neteyam many times. Everyone began to regroup towards the surface where you joined them.

"Are you alright?" Tsireya questioned the siblings with earnest concern, "you're too fast! Wait for us!" Tuk spoke on behalf of her family, her response made earned a laugh from yourself, you swam over and removed hair away from her face.

"You are not good divers—maybe good at swimming through trees but..." You coughed to silence the laugh that threatened to rise. Ao'nung looked over with a proud expression at almost making you laugh, his happiness was quickly revoked when his sister strikes him with little hesitation. "Tuktirey, I see you have already forgotten my words to you."

Tuk hummed, appearing in deep thought. She searched every inch of her memory in recall to yesterday's event. "You said...do not fear the waves. Fighting will only make it harder." You nodded, a gentle grin on display, "that's exactly it Tuktirey—this goes for the rest of you also," you take quick glances over the others. "Eywa has already accepted you into her beautiful waters, now you must allow yourself to be taken by them." You give them a simple demonstration by calming your breathing, eyes closed shut, feeling the water consume you on all sides.

Everyone watched your actions carefully, "yes breathe..." Tsireya added in a more direct sense, nodding as she did so. "Just breathe."

"We don't speak this...finger talk." Neteyam continued to grin though he seemed genuinely confused, playing with his own fingers to mimic the actual motions. "We don't know what you're saying." He looked to you almost pleadingly—I'm lost, guide me—his eyes read. You shook your head side to side, a small smile barely visible playing on your lips at his description. "No Neteyam, not finger talk, we call it sign. It is second tongue to us Metkayina."

Neteyam hummed, hanging on every word you spoke as he swam past his brother to be in closer proximity to you and Tuk. Aonung bared his teeth at the entire interaction, pray in that moment a wave overtook Neteyam, and him only. Tsireya’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head when seeing her brother's jealousy. "I will teach you." She looked over the group, "we all will."

Your ears perked up when Roxto's gasp beside you, "where is Kiri?" He asked, causing everyone to turn their heads in search of the female na'vi. "Kiri?" Tuk frantically called out for her sister. "Who?" Suddenly everyone started to repeat the name like a chant. "That girl is gone." You say in half meaningful concern, but mostly in surprise you hadn't noticed beforehand. Without notice you immerse the rest of your body into the water, splashing both Roxto and Tuk.

Ao'nung grabbed ahold of your tail before you could swim any further, preventing you from moving for the second time today. Unbelievable. Pulling your tail out of his grasp, you in turn whipped him with it. "Where are you going?" He angrily signed, now swatting your tail away from him. "To look for the weird girl." You began swimming once more, but felt his presence lingering behind. "Alone." You sent him a deadpan look, physically making him sulk.

You scoured the reef's sandy floor in search of a dark blue, lanky, out-of-place, female na'vi. Hoping she wouldn't be foolish enough to wonder any further, or even better, she retreated into the comfort of her home possibly getting spooked by an ocean animal. Though never in a million years would you think to see the foreign (former) Omatikaya this indulged in Eywa's sea—maybe even more so than yourself.

From behind a patch of rocks, you watched in complete shock as Kiri scouts the unfamiliar water, completely unafraid. She fearlessly swims alongside the animals, curiously observing them in complete awe, occasionally reaching out to touch. Your position would soon be compromised as your skimwing Kanaya came cutting through the water and barreling towards you at top speed, releasing a horrid screech to let her presence be known.

You shook your head quickly in a pitiful attempt to shoo her away but it was futile. Kanaya often greeted you like this, it had simply been in her nature to do so, she was rowdy, wild, antsy, but most of all—yours. Using her bill she nudged all around your belly resulting in a very ticklish you to nearly lose control of your breathing. Before you could even remotely get the chance to gain composure, Kiri rounded the boulder looking to Kanaya with bright eyes, then spotting you, making her immediately recoil.

How ungrateful, you begin to regret searching for her out of the goodness of your soul, moving to gently wrap your arm around Kanaya's neck, the two of you followed close behind while Kiri promptly swam away. She soon reached out to touch a school of fish, who avoided her hand entirely and instead circled around you, rubbing their smooth scales along your skin. Kiri crossed her arms with a huff when seeing the pink tongue that darted out from between your lips teasingly.

Slowly you reached down to pick a dark spiky vegetable from the rest of its brethren, letting Kanaya take a bite before handing it to Kiri. Her expression was one of extreme doubt, but ultimately received it. It's contents were nude in color, soft and mushy too, soon the same school of fish flocked to her in order to feed from what she held, looking to you with great suspicion.

You motioned Kiri to follow you up towards the surface, and she obliged, feeling herself begin to grow dizzy for desperately much needed air. How long had she been down there anyways.

"That vegetable is greatly loved among ocean creatures," you spoke calmly, your voice relatively steady for the first time (around Kiri at least). Once more she reached out to an unknown animal, though this time Kiri was welcomed with hostility, Kanaya biting away her hands. "Woah!" Kiri was quick to withdraw the limb, you laugh, rubbing Kanaya's neck up and down to sooth her worry. "Careful, she is of tsurak. They are not tstunwi, especially to strangers."

tsurak - skimwing

tstunwi - kind

"A VAMPIRE HUNTER & A MAGICIAN..." Alucard declared, slowly retracting his own body away from both Trevor and the silver blade he held which pierced through his pale—nearly porcelain like skin. "YOU'LL DO." Standing to his full height, Trevor watched bewildered at Alucard's sudden change in demeanor, once a deadly threatening foe now a sort of peace-making pacifist. "I am Adrian Tepes, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes."

Alucard then spoke of his year long slumber beneath Gresit to heal the wounds dealt after fatally attempting to battle Dracula. "So you are the sleeping soldier." Sypha confirmed her suspicions, a sense of relief and gratification washing over her, overzealous after finally completing the mission which placed her life at stake. "I know the stories—I also know Speaker's consider the story to be information from the future." He turns to look at her, "Though...do you know the whole story?" Sypha blushes with uncertainty, "Yes?"

Simply veering his sight elsewhere, Alucard proceeds to reiterate the tale he'd heard beforehand as if it was old as time—"The sleeping soldier will be met by a hunter, and a scholar," Belmont intervened with a tone which could only be described as defeat. "No one told me that."

"Why do you think my grandfather tried everything to make you stay?" Sypha now too interjecting the story, that was now starting to sound more like a conversation. "and they shall seek the eyes of true blood." Both Sypha along with Trevor looked to Alucard in deep confusion. "True blood?" They say in perfect union. Alucard walks to his casket, searching out a long black coat to wrap around his slender shoulders. "Meaning we must search for a pure blooded vampire willing enough to join to our merry trio," Alucard walks past both his newly formed teammates, "unfortunately I know just where to acquire her."

"Come again?" Trevor stomped his way towards Alucard, stopping him from walking without any further explanation. "You're telling me that we have to recruit a full bloody vampire—to kill other vampires? Tch...some goddamn messiah you are."

THE SHORE HAD BECOME tiny after yourself and Tuk had swam such a great distance to reach the destination. At first you'd grown worried about going so far, even with your skills you didn't want her to tire out halfway through, but was graciously surprised when Tuk showed little sign of discomfort or distress. Simply enjoying the delicious food and scenery around her. "Tuktirey do not fear the waves as you swim." You held a steady grasp to Tuk's hand, providing some stability as she attempted to stay afloat comfortably as you did. "The harder you fight, the harder swimming will be."

Tuk let out a strong huff of frustration, "I only want to swim like you ____!" You laugh aloud at her inexperience, "most fyeyn in the clan can not swim half as well as me Tuktirey. Do not worry yourself so much." Tuk seemed to calm at the realization she was not lacking in skill, just you had an over abundance of it. "Woah, really!" You nodded, soon diving your head below the water in order to pick a ripe fruit from its underwater vine. "In truth Tuktirey, you are doing very well—even more so than your older siblings! Truly something only a strong warrior can accomplish.”

fyeyn - adult

She became silent at your words for a moment before speaking once more, "why do you call me that ____? I have never went into battle before like Neteyam and Lo'ak..." Tuk's head lowered slightly, a mix of sadness and anger playing on her features, all directed towards herself. You'd broken the fruit apart, placing its inside contents to her lips. "Being a warrior is not only about fighting. One can be a warrior of many things." Tuk took the fruit into her mouth, looking at you curiously. "Take me, I am a warrior of the water, and you—"

"You are a warrior of great courage. Not many are able to travel so far and stray from everything they've known, especially at your age."

"So...I am a warrior! More than Lo'ak, and Neteyam." Tuk's eyes gleamed with excitement, her arms moving to latch themselves around your neck. "____, if you know all this—can't you be nicer to everyone else?"

The question through you for a loop, but you came to understand why she'd ask this of you. Her family most likely spoke about you amongst themselves, no, you're positive they do, and she heard every word of it. Admittedly you did have your favorite out of the family, and to everyone else, the difference was noticeable. Though you still thought your actions of precaution were just, maybe at some points you took things too far. "I apologize Tuktirey, I've acted immaturely up until now."

"Pänutìng you won't be mean anymore!" Her bottom lip quivered ever so slight, in a silent plea. Wrapping an arm around your middle, you started swimming towards shore with ease despite the added weight. "I pänuting Tuktirey, kindness and respect shall be shown to your family by me from now on."

pänuting - promise

Eclipse over took the sky's bright and shining blues, now exchanging them for dark contrasting purples lined with thousands of stars. Both you and Tuk admired Eywa's enchanting sky view causing your voyage to take much longer than intended. Upon arrival, you notice the Sully's in their usual circle—minus one of course, deciding that your distance was close enough. "I'm afraid this is where we part ways young warrior."

"Come join us for dinner, they won't mind trust me!" Tuk began pulling you closer towards her home, you retracted yourself from her surprisingly vice grip on your arm. "No Tuktirey, I must leave for home myself soon—may eywa grant you peace."

"Goodnight ____." Tuk's pace turned into a fast jog as she approached her family's marui, "see you tomorrow!" You watched as she was immediately greeted by the others, showered with affection after she'd technically disappeared for nearly an entire day, cooing you watched the scene only a moment before the ocean called out your name in whisperers. Allowing herself to sucome to Eywa's waters.

Neteyam soon departed from his shared marui pod, eyes scanning around the dark in search of something—or rather—someone. Ah, he thinks, there you are. "Neteyam? What are you doing, sit. Dinner will be fixed soon." He paused at the entrance, with half his body already out, Neteyam turned to look at his mother pleadingly. "Uh, I'll be back soon, don't wait to eat."

Venturing out of his home at a rather quickened pace, Neteyam nearly tripped over himself to get to you, praying that the slip up went unnoticed.  "____" He called softly, possible the softest he ever would to anyone, so much he'd doubt you'd heard him.

Your ear twitched—you heard him— but the rest of your body remained unmoving. You'd submerge yourself barely waist length into the water, your arms outstretched to feel the bioluminescent squid which swam in circles around you as if you were born one of their own.

Neteyam ungracefully joined alongside by you in the ocean waves that pushed against his body, not only causing him to nearly lose his footing but also scare away your marine life.  "Oh! I truly meant no harm—" You interrupted his apology with a deep groan, silencing yourself by dragging two hands down your face, muffling the next words you spoke. "Eywa give me strength."

He'd really done it now, embarrassing himself not only once but twice in front of you of all na'vi. It's as if he lost all sense in your presence, who could recover from this? "Worry not, brother of Tuktirey, you are not completely to blame for your clumsiness. I am at fault too."

Neteyam lowered his own posture send you a look of surprise, you'd never said something like this to him. "Your sister has made me realize the error of my ways." Your gaze shifted to look towards Neteyam, leaving him breathless simply because of your stare. "I have been unreasonably cruel to you and your family."

Placing a light hand to his shoulder, you wanted Neteyam to understand the truth to your words—your truth. "I am sorry Neteyam."

A toothy grin grew on the younger na'vis face quicker than he could suppress it, an expression of true happiness taking shape. He'd never thought four simple words of an apology would ever make him feel the way he did now, like an opposing force finally released him, now Neteyam felt ten times lighter.

"Irayo ____." Encasing his hand around yours, Neteyam's words were followed by a deep, meaningful silence between the both of you. So much so, you barely took noticed of the lightened squid which not only surrounded yourself but also Neteyam into a circle. What you did take notice of were his round bunny ears, that twitched too often. And every tiny syuratan freckles scattered throughout his face. Your eyes began traveling further than they should've, taking note of his arms, though thin compared to your people, had a thick layer of toned muscle. Wondering the tiniest bit lower revealed a noticeable vline—

irayo - thank you

syuratan - bioluminescence

"I-I don't deserve your thanks," you withdrew your hand from his hold, opting to sway them in the waves. "Tomorrow I will truly teach you the ways of our people, just as I always should have." Neteyam stopped himself from reaching out to hold your limb once again, not wanting to risk losing the new found sympathy, watching while you fully submerged yourself, causing splashes of water to land on him. "Alright. Tomorrow then." He turned to walk back towards the dry surface sand.

"Nìhona unil, ____" Neteyam's smile outshined even thr thousands of stars above you, hoping he wouldn't see your growing nervousness. Simply nodding in response as he walked away.

nìhona - sweet

unil - dreams

You swam with your head atop the waves, enjoying the simple comfort and familiarity of something so known to you—paired with the overwhelming presence of the sky. Tears breamed along your waterline, mixing amidst salty water droplets that already occupied your cheeks. To do this, accepting them, went against the very values you'd built to protect yourself and the clan from your parent's fate. As if you broke some type of taboo by welcoming them with open arms despite knowing their origins.

TODAY WAS MOVING especially slow, you'd already woken up a few hours later than intended and were feeling extremely sluggish, so much you had no aspiration to swim. Instead opting to lay stomach-first on some high rocks located not too far from your clan's entrance, bathing in the sun's warmth and counting each fish that jumped from the water's surface.

Eventually you would soon grow bored of even this, no longer paying any mind to the aquatic wildlife—now fiddling with the pearls that decorated your braids. Maybe I could bother grandmother to make me something to eat — the fruit she picked always tasted sweeter then finding them yourself — or maybe Tsireya and Ao'nung will dive with me?

Many options scoured your mind as your body submerged  into the cool oceanic water with ease, senses singing with delight when your skin would finally make contact.

After resurfacing, Rotxo could be seen a ways away on one of the many sand docs, motioning you to come towards himself and return to land. Upon noticing his form you quickly began the trip to him, but from the corner of your eye, you could see something—multiple somethings approaching high in the air.

Strange you thought, only moments had passed and already were you sitting on the docs of sand with Rotxo standing beside you. He too wondered about the odd sight, head peering upwards high into the sky. "Why are those Ilu flying that far from the ocean?" Rotxo squinted his eyes, as if that would somehow help him see better, all you could do was shrug, having the exact same question.

But that question would soon be answered as the Ilu (which weren't Ilu at all) approached, coming into view were the deep blue Na'vi riding on the animal's backs—about 5 of them to be exact. A horn was blown loudly to signal their arrival as their "Ilu" flew around the islands. Many scurried to hide at their appearance.

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