[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color] [hr] [i][b]CRASH![/b] Drip... Drip... Drip... THUMP.[/i] Faintest rays of morning sun tickled the creature's skin from behind the boarded up windows. Murky, almost swampy water dampened the wooden floor, swallowing the thick layer of dust that lay on it, now disturbed after Lord knows how long. Shards of glass from a jar were scattered across the floor, their sharp edges glistening from the water the jar had once held. [i]Water, and something more. Someone, even.[/i] In the middle of the ensable lied a lump of something vaguely human shaped, a slowly forming figure covered in countless water plants and algae that blended seamlessly into its impossibly long, wet hair. [color=teal][i]"Shhhrrghghg...."[/i][/color] the creature gurgled, a hoarse voice sounding dry from lack of use. [i]Freedom.[/i] Freedom. That's what the creature was thinking. Murky lake water bubbled past the creature's chapped lips, dripping on the wooden floor like drool. It kept coming and coming, more water until the creature coughed, struggled for... air, perhaps, and then settled its shaky, endlessly bony hands on the glass shard adorn floor. Its breaths came out deep and ragged, almost like it hadn't breathed in a millenia. Almost like it didn't quite know how to breathe. [i]'Who...?'[/i] the creature wondered, although this was only some small part of its primal understanding of language. Of... of communication. What, where, and who. [i]Why.[/i] Slowly the creature got up. hair falling limp on the crown of her head, wet and comfortable on her back, on a heap on the floor behind her. It was long. Quite long, and coloured an unnatural shade of yellowish green. Like dirty blonde hair that had been tinted by the endless depths of the water. Looking around what appeared to be a small room full of bookshelves, the creature blinked its eyes against the faint slivers of sunlight. Dust floated in the air, dancing like specs of gold in the rays of morning sun. The windows were sloppily boarded up and the shelves were full of different jars filled with strange liquids and creature parts. One held a large eyeball, the other had something resembling a humanoid fetus in it. Beside every jar, there was a piece of yellowed paper with letters the creature did not understand. This had to be a shop. Or a display. Either way, whatever this place was, it had been long forgotten. And so was the creature, it realised with a flash of sadness. Bare feet tapped against the dusty floor, leaving wet footprints behind. The glass shards rattled below the creature's feet as it moved. There, on the corner of the shop, was a large frame. Stepping in front of it, the creature found itself staring back at a scrawny looking young woman. A reflection like water, but more solid. [i]A mirror.[/i] Pale skin, sunken eyes partially obscured by the heavy, limp stacks of wet hair. They were fish-like, almost, the malnourished and bony structure of its face making them seem even larger than the turly were. Its teeth were sharp and beast-like. Its fingers bony and white like a skeleton's, so malnourished it was. The creature - or woman, it seemed - was also without clothing. It felt a shiver of cold against the harsh air then, a yearn for water inside its gut. Everything here was dry and dusty and wrong. Water, that was where it belonged. A large grumble emitted itself from the scrawny creature's stomach. [i]Hunger. So hungry. Food. FOOD. [b]FOOD.[/b][/i] Like a primal instinct, the creature turned away from the mirror and charged at the blanked up windows where the sun was barely shining from. With brutal force the creature broke through, broken wood and display window class falling around her as she made her way on the cobblestone street.