chiannehere
high-functioning, low-energy
Iara opened her eyes.
She found herself crouched in a fetal position in front of a small tower of stones someone had put up. Looking down, she let out a sound of annoyance as she realized that she was practically naked, save for a straw blanket that someone somehow placed on her. 'They find a naked girl and leave her alone with a blanket?' And to think, she thought humans would be far more atrocious than that.
Iara looked behind her to observe the tower of stones she woke in front of. On the biggest stone, there was a carving of her symbol, a full-looking moon (not exactly full). The top of the biggest stone was littered with small candles, now melted into splatter-looking nubs of wax. Right behind her were clay plates, now empty and weathered down from years of being exposed to weather. This was one of her shrines and it was the picture of decay.
Stumbling on her legs, she stood up and took another good look at the shrine that used to be dedicated to her. It probably now served as a point of interest in order to get somewhere else. "If you turn right at this group of rocks, you'll find the village..," Iara muttered to herself, remembering the sometimes human voices she heard when they neared the shrine. Most of the time, she heard people talking about their inane lives; sometimes someone dared to murder someone else and hide the body near her shrine. The sacrifice would've given her power but no one knows about her nowadays. It was boring.
She turned around to look at the road. It was early morning and the chill made her shiver. She would have to find some way to procure some clothes, and while she probably can't die, this feeling was pretty uncomfortable. Iara could have started a fire but she wasn't sure if she had access to any of her powers this early in her human transformation. With that thought, she simply sat back down, leaning against her shrine. Someone will turn up eventually.
She found herself crouched in a fetal position in front of a small tower of stones someone had put up. Looking down, she let out a sound of annoyance as she realized that she was practically naked, save for a straw blanket that someone somehow placed on her. 'They find a naked girl and leave her alone with a blanket?' And to think, she thought humans would be far more atrocious than that.
Iara looked behind her to observe the tower of stones she woke in front of. On the biggest stone, there was a carving of her symbol, a full-looking moon (not exactly full). The top of the biggest stone was littered with small candles, now melted into splatter-looking nubs of wax. Right behind her were clay plates, now empty and weathered down from years of being exposed to weather. This was one of her shrines and it was the picture of decay.
Stumbling on her legs, she stood up and took another good look at the shrine that used to be dedicated to her. It probably now served as a point of interest in order to get somewhere else. "If you turn right at this group of rocks, you'll find the village..," Iara muttered to herself, remembering the sometimes human voices she heard when they neared the shrine. Most of the time, she heard people talking about their inane lives; sometimes someone dared to murder someone else and hide the body near her shrine. The sacrifice would've given her power but no one knows about her nowadays. It was boring.
She turned around to look at the road. It was early morning and the chill made her shiver. She would have to find some way to procure some clothes, and while she probably can't die, this feeling was pretty uncomfortable. Iara could have started a fire but she wasn't sure if she had access to any of her powers this early in her human transformation. With that thought, she simply sat back down, leaning against her shrine. Someone will turn up eventually.
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