Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 4:18:25 GMT
Days had passed since she first washed ashore on this foreign land and yet no news came of any possible wreckage from the ship she had been aboard. Both she and her brother had been so desperate to find this city yet now that they have, it was only for one of them to see while the other likely lay bloated at the bottom of the sea with salt water in his lungs. There was not much time for her to grief however, though she struggled with her want to. Eventually her want won over and so with the time she spent alive since her arrival she spent it wallowing in her misery until she came to the conclusion that she survived for a reason and if she allowed herself to perish from hunger now the loss of her brother would be in vain.
Emerging into society was hard as to be expected. She was dark of skin unlike the majority of pale folk who resided in the city and those who were dark were darker than her with very different features. Her hair was thick and curvy and while other women had thick and curvy hair, her’s was wild. Even the clothing she wore stood her out from the rest. Where these women were covered, they were also more revealing than the other women from her culture. So many years she spent dressed as she was because it was a mark of rebellion yet these women showed much more than the women of her land ever dreamed to. Despite this, her clothe were exotic in the sense that she certainly was not from here.
If Sanaa did happen to get by without anyone noticing her as a foreigner by just her appearance alone then when she spoke it was hard to think otherwise. Her voice was thick with accent from her homeland and at times she would struggle with the common word and use the masaanian word in place before correcting herself. Because of her differences, she lingered close to the port and hunted the vermin there to cook and eat though she did this only when she could not find food elsewhere. If she were to catch the disease of any of these rodents then her brother’s loss would be in vain so she often took from fruit vendors who had stands on the harbor or even fish if she was careful. Living out on the sea, Sanaa was not one to be disgusted by consuming raw fish.
Unfortunately not all days were good ones in this place and though there were more ways to escape in this large city as things were not flat as they were in her homeland, there were still those who could catch her. This day she met trouble and it was this day that the first person caught her. She raced through the harbor with speed, leaping over crates to lose her pursuers. In her mouth she bit down on a loaf of bread so both hands were free and accessible. As fast as she was, this person was faster and it took no time for him to pounce on her, grab her by her hair and throw her aside. Sanaa scrambled to her feet and remained crouched low her claws ready to strike if this man ever came too close. The weapon on her back remained there because it would take to long to remove the covers on the blades and she had no intentions of killing.
With the bread in her mouth still, Sanaa waited, took a step back and waited until the man charged at her. In turn, she ran at him then dove to slide between his feet, twisting as she did so her leg would catch him and sweep his feet out from under him. Launching herself back onto her feet, she quickly moved to deliver a swift kick to his side and then fled down the docks out of sight before ducking into an alleyway. With a sigh, she slumped down to sit and then took the bread from her mouth. The loaf was a bit hard from being a day or so old but it would be enough to fill her hunger for now. As she bit off chunks, she inspected herself to see the scrapes she attained in her little skirmish and sighed. Touching the scrapes made them sting but she would not need to do that. Instead, her hand hovered over the wounds while she chewed on a mouthful of the bread. From her palm and from the scrapes, light green tendrils of light began to appear until they connected. The wound itself then began to grow with the light until it turned white before vanishing leaving her skin smooth as though nothing happened.
With her excitement done for the day, Sanaa stood and finished off her bread then stepped back onto the harbor as it was like with the time that passed the commotion she committed was forgotten. There was a rumor she’d heard of a woman here that might be able to relate with her or if not, at least make it capable of allowing her to return to her roots of pirating. If not she can look elsewhere but for now at least it was something.
Emerging into society was hard as to be expected. She was dark of skin unlike the majority of pale folk who resided in the city and those who were dark were darker than her with very different features. Her hair was thick and curvy and while other women had thick and curvy hair, her’s was wild. Even the clothing she wore stood her out from the rest. Where these women were covered, they were also more revealing than the other women from her culture. So many years she spent dressed as she was because it was a mark of rebellion yet these women showed much more than the women of her land ever dreamed to. Despite this, her clothe were exotic in the sense that she certainly was not from here.
If Sanaa did happen to get by without anyone noticing her as a foreigner by just her appearance alone then when she spoke it was hard to think otherwise. Her voice was thick with accent from her homeland and at times she would struggle with the common word and use the masaanian word in place before correcting herself. Because of her differences, she lingered close to the port and hunted the vermin there to cook and eat though she did this only when she could not find food elsewhere. If she were to catch the disease of any of these rodents then her brother’s loss would be in vain so she often took from fruit vendors who had stands on the harbor or even fish if she was careful. Living out on the sea, Sanaa was not one to be disgusted by consuming raw fish.
Unfortunately not all days were good ones in this place and though there were more ways to escape in this large city as things were not flat as they were in her homeland, there were still those who could catch her. This day she met trouble and it was this day that the first person caught her. She raced through the harbor with speed, leaping over crates to lose her pursuers. In her mouth she bit down on a loaf of bread so both hands were free and accessible. As fast as she was, this person was faster and it took no time for him to pounce on her, grab her by her hair and throw her aside. Sanaa scrambled to her feet and remained crouched low her claws ready to strike if this man ever came too close. The weapon on her back remained there because it would take to long to remove the covers on the blades and she had no intentions of killing.
With the bread in her mouth still, Sanaa waited, took a step back and waited until the man charged at her. In turn, she ran at him then dove to slide between his feet, twisting as she did so her leg would catch him and sweep his feet out from under him. Launching herself back onto her feet, she quickly moved to deliver a swift kick to his side and then fled down the docks out of sight before ducking into an alleyway. With a sigh, she slumped down to sit and then took the bread from her mouth. The loaf was a bit hard from being a day or so old but it would be enough to fill her hunger for now. As she bit off chunks, she inspected herself to see the scrapes she attained in her little skirmish and sighed. Touching the scrapes made them sting but she would not need to do that. Instead, her hand hovered over the wounds while she chewed on a mouthful of the bread. From her palm and from the scrapes, light green tendrils of light began to appear until they connected. The wound itself then began to grow with the light until it turned white before vanishing leaving her skin smooth as though nothing happened.
With her excitement done for the day, Sanaa stood and finished off her bread then stepped back onto the harbor as it was like with the time that passed the commotion she committed was forgotten. There was a rumor she’d heard of a woman here that might be able to relate with her or if not, at least make it capable of allowing her to return to her roots of pirating. If not she can look elsewhere but for now at least it was something.