she guards the door to death

The day was hazy with overcast, the clouds blocking out the sun like a grey, woolen blanket. Down below the waves, the light was no better, even though as a sea creature yourself, your version far better than any land dweller. The currents were a little brisk, as the wind began to pick up above, but other than that, you took no notice of the looming storm.
You hovered above the outskirts of the kingdom that lay in the distance, small farms covering the land like a patchwork quilt surrounding you. The orderly plants were bending slightly in their rows as the current pushed past them as you eyed them idly. You turn and start to swim downwards towards the farm buildings stitched in randomly among the fields.

It was rather quiet, schools off fish swimming by occasionally, and perhaps the lone fish himself diving around leisurely, as if on vacation. The ground was a sandy grey and strewn with pebbles, and you grow closer from the ground, the water starts to feel a little warmer, as if the ground below was releasing the earth's heat. The tall plants seam to whisper as they toss about in the ocean, their green leaves dancing softy. You fallow the trail that leads down two different crops when you start at a flash of color. A large body, probably a fish, had passed through the crops to your right and you hovered on the spot, looking puzzled. You on, but at a slower pace, and a worn down building comes into your line of vision. A flash of color passes by and a cloud of sand and dirt blooms out in the water, blocking your vision. You sigh in frustration, waiting for it to settle down. In the dim light, you could see a peophin before you, her reddish brown mane and tail flickering back and forth, and her bright eyes fallowing your movements. *"And who, exactly, are you?" she said in a odd voice, a slight frown crossing her face. You hesitate slightly, "I'm guest, and I'm passing through and I'm in need of a place to stay for the night."*

She was long and slender, and her tail was rather transparent and large. Two large, feathered, wings flapped uselessly at her sides as she eyed you, appearing to thinking the situation over.
But she smiled, "It's been a while since anyone has passed through here, you are most welcome. I'm Zarinte."*
Zarinte gave a brisk nod and turned around, her powerful tail beating the water causing it to swirl about; swimming forward on the path you had been on mere minutes before.

The house Zarinte lived in was old, and the white paint was weathered away and worn looking, leaving wood to show through beneath it. But it had a warm feeling inside of it, full of bright colors and beautiful shells were used for decoration every which way. You were leaning against a sturdy wooden table, a warm cup of coffee in your hand as you smiled at your host after telling her some news and such of the kingdom that she had not heard.
*"Coffee at night, huh?" Zarinte said, turning her head sideways.
You shake your head, "It works wonders, it dose...not tell me, who exactly are you?"*
You had seen someone else lingering out of site as you came in, and the Peophin seamed to know that you had. Here eyes suddenly looked tired as she turned her head away, "My story is no happy one."*
You snort responding, "Mine is far from a happy ending. You think everyone has a happy life?"*
She turned back, a sigh to her voice, "You sure you want to hear it?"*

I raced down the hallway, carrying the much needed clean bandages and wrapping- I was holding on to them tightly. Moans of pain could be heard from passing rooms, leaking into the hall as I speed past, and I shook my head. This was no place for me, but I was one of the few who was well enough to help. I could barely hold down any food at all after working with a patient, and I was running on no sleep. It all came with a price.
I finally reached the end and nearly did a summersault in the water as I tried to slow down, my tail beating the water franticly. I righted myself and went into the room, and the now familiar stench of the sick overcame me, but I plowed on. The room was crowded, we had long since run out of bed for the sick, so blankets and sheets had been spread across the floor and many of the infected lay on them all in hazy state.
I swam up to a tired looking nurse, her once crisp uniform now dirty, and dark circles lined her dull green eyes.
She barely looked at me, "Thank you Zarinte, now go see if you can fix up bed 46J, she has a chance."*
I shuddered inwardly at her words, but I knew she meant well. So many had died, and it seamed all we could do was to help the few that were well, if at all.
I went over reluctantly, but saw the girl was asleep, with small relief. Whatever this disease was, it spread quickly, and caused welts to appear along the surface of the skin. Her condition wasn't all that bad, so I cleaned her welts with water; it all we had left, and wrapped them. I then went off to work on others, but I returned to tend and change her bandages later. She opened her eyes towards the end of the day, as I leaned over her, but then she was out again within moments. I felt slightly sad, but I knew it was for the best, for her to sleep was the only way to evade the pain.
It was nearing midnight finally was able to take a break, and I went quickly to find my younger brother. I was tired, my brain was buzzing and my eyes felt like stones, all I needed was sleep, but I pressed on. He was the last of my family left, and his condition has worsened the last time I had been able to check, and I was worried stiff.
I turned once more into the long hall and entered another room overcrowded with people, and turned with my anxious heart towards the back of them room.
He wasn't there.
I stood there for a few seconds, registering what this meant. I could barely even cry out but merely sank to the floor, and stare dully at the person who now occupied his bed. He had been my last connection to this world, I had been left responsible for him...I had no tears left for his death. I had cried as I saw all of them, my family, pass before me, leaving me behind. At least they were happy now where ever they went, was the best thought I could come up with.
I think I must have passed out, because one of the helpers like myself was shaking my shoulder, trying to awaken me and going on about bus coming in from the outskirts of town with more people.
He was gone within a few minutes, and I got up quietly. I couldn't even look at the bed that stood before me, I felt hallow on the inside.
Everything seamed to happen now in a hazy blur, as if I was sick myself; my mind had disappeared, and my heart had grown cold. I worked endlessly, not even thinking of anything. Weeks upon weeks passed, until miraculously, it was over. The dead were carried in smaller groups, and the hospital quieted, filled with a echoing silence that bothered me. But I seamed not remember a second of it since my brother had gone.

Many people were able to get away by going to other isolated areas, but I was surprised by the numbers that returned to the kingdom, with their baggage and children in tow, looking worn, but healthy. I was alone now, and nowhere to live. My parent's home, along with many others had been burned down in the king's effort of killing anything that still had the cause of it all. It didn't work, but something caused it to stop in the end; I don't think anyone cared what stopped it, more that it had finally disappeared. Few who had been within the walls that surrounded the kingdom had lived, and those who did overcome it, were left with ugly scars as a life-long reminder. I had none, which was odd in itself- even the nurses and doctors had them, but I was passed caring about what happened to me. There were a lot of orphans now, many parents had sent children out of town first at the first sign of the threat, but never got out themselves in time. A large old shoe factory was opened to house the many children, and I was one of the lucky ones to be allowed in...groups of were left on the streets, supposedly old enough to fend for themselves. Times became hard, with not enough people to keep things running, businesses died. Food was scarce, and we often went hungry in that stupid factory, I often longed to be free of the place.

It was one a cold morning during winter when tall lady came, dresses presently, looking to adopt. I was dishearten, knowing the young always went, and just lay there, my stomach growling against the cold floor, a few others huddled around me, sharing our warmth as we huddled under a worn woolen blanket. I herd them pass down the long room, but it wasn't until our master, barked at us to stand up, that I finally shook myself and climbed up in the water.
I was older now, and I looked a wreck, and so did the others that hovered around me.
I didn't understand the calculating look that lady was giving us, but I noticed her cold eyes.
It wasn't until later that I found she had adopted a large group of older orphans. We had looked at each warily, but smiled slightly, hoping for better living conditions, in the least.

I don't know why I was so surprised when our new "mother" took us to our home. Healid, as we soon learned to call her, introduced herself out-front of the dark brick building after a long trip from the orphanage. It was a factory, and we were to work the machines. How fantastic. We were given food, true, and the rooms were warm, but they got even warmer during the summer, as we found out eventually. It was a hard life, Healid needed people to work machines, and the population was rather low at the moment, so it was up to us. But it was okay, my mind was always busy, and I never let it stray from my work. I didn't talk much to the others, nor did they talk much at all, for we were not allowed to speak during working hours.
So my life was like this for years, working to make the metals that the factory produced, day in and out. They were in heavy demand, due to many new buildings needing built, so work never ceased.
It had been a rather long hot day, and there had just been a massive order placed a few days before. We had been working since it came in, but things were not going well. Two of our crew were off with injuries because there had been a spill of molten metal, and it was the peak of summer, things were getting warm. I was tired, more exhausted than I had been in a long time, tears were forming in my eyes just from being awake so long. Every time Healid walked past I begged with my mind for a break to come, and I glanced at the clock so much, it was nearly like I had a twitch in my neck. Healid was inspecting our work, and walked behind me for the ump most time, and I cursed her in my mind. I was having a hard time concentrating on what I was doing, let alone pay attention and think about break. All I did was let the handle slip...
I was covered in it. The hot metal in its fiery liquid form, and I screamed like I never thought I could, it pierced even my own ears. All I saw was red and orange and my skin felt like it was on fire...and melting. I thrashed about, hysterical and unsure of what to do. I pushed around, my tail beating like a whirlwind and I landed panting, somehow, and the ground some feet away from the mess that lay before me coughing and hacking. The metal was now cooling, and starting to become caked in my mane and sides, I shook myself, trying to remove it.

I didn't notice that they were staring at me, every last one of them, I looked up when all I heard was the gurgling of cooling metal, and saw Healid standing in front of my, the others close behind her.
Her eyes were wide in shock and horror and she took a step back at my look and she said with a shaking voice, "Why aren't you dead?"*
Healid had never been the kindest person, but she let us live, true she was harsh and sometimes brutal, but I had never seen her this way. I was still unsure of exactly what happened, other than at one moment I was covered with liquid metal, and that I was now alive.
I stared at her, my mouth slight ajar, "What...Ma'am?" I tried to sound more polite, she was still my master.
She just looked at me, and took the smallest steps back before saying, "What are you?" she paused and closed her eyes, "Get out."*
I rose up in the water and I know my faced was looking more confused then ever, as she yelled, louder, "Get out!"*
I knew it would be best to leave this place, and quickly. I hesitated; looking at the people I had worked with for years, and then struggled to leave to through the door. I was horrified at the way I was kicked out, as if I were some kind of freak. I didn't understand. I swam until I reached a alleyway, where I crashed into some long forgotten piles of discarded wood. I fell to sleep into a fitful slumber.

I woke up feeling a little better, and was quick to get up. Then a wave of thoughts swam through my mind, and I quickly went down again, needing to think things out.
Had I really been that frightening?
Should I have really ... died?
I shook my head and pondered the idea. Burns were common in the factory, but no one had been covered before, I look at my body. Not a scratch to be found. And I had lived through all the death when the disease swept through the kingdom...

I sighed, perhaps I was unbreakable. I laughed, wouldn't that be handy though? I could do just about anything and not fear much, or would people fear me? Healid's face seamed to flash momentarily through my bind, and suddenly I felt sick. I was going to have to leave after all. I needed to leave this place behind anyways, and go somewhere else, start over. I studied where I had crash landed the night before, I had ended up in a alley of sorts, dirty sand stretching below me. Two old buildings rose on either side of me with boarded up windows; I knew I couldn't stand to be here any longer. I left that night, going through the gates before they closed, no one asked any questions; the guards only pay attention if you are coming in rather than leaving. Of course they never expected a monster of sorts to be behind the gates at all in the first place. If that was what I was now...a monster?

I traveled for days, unsure of where I was going, never having left the crowded buildings before, or if I did when I was younger, I didn't remember. It felt weird to be in the open, for after a while buildings because less and less pushed together, and there were become scare altogether. I think I swam in circles for a while, but I didn't mind, it felt good to be free of the confines of the factory, to be able to do as I wished, for once in my life. Endless plants now stood before me, like they were carved in the land in their neat little rows. I new this area was good for farming, but I never really had thought of it much. I actually saw a school of fish flash in and out of some crops, and I giggled to myself. I froze, I hadn't laughed in a long time...
On a random though I dived down quickly, stretching my wings wide as I went and swam through the tall reedy plants. The leaves lightly touching my tail and brushing past, I was laughing aloud now. I did this on and on, it was like I was a child again let loose outside to play for hours on end.
But as the sun started its decent, ending another day, I suddenly stopped, and left for a clearing... desperate to be free once more. I sat alone on the sandy ground, now quite alone. It had been a while since I had all this time to myself, and for once, about what I was to do with my life now that I had left me current one behind. What was there to do? I sighed, and laid back on the rocky seabed. It all seamed pointless.
The next few days I was not much better off, I finally felt the impact of being out here with no one else to at least share a cold bed with at night. Memories that I had shut away in all the pain, about my family started to resurface in flashes. It had been years since I had thought about it all, and all I could do was sit there in that one spot, trying to deal with it all. Too many images were rushing my mind; I couldn't think straight, it was too hard. The silence began pushing into my ears until I could barely stand it, and I finally got up.
I needed to find something other than crops that surrounded me endlessly, so I began swimming almost furiously, trying to shove the memories behind me as I darted through the water.
The sun was setting when I found it, the rays casting different colors across the waves which, in turn, danced on the ocean floor below. I came across the small little building tucked on the top of a hill, with a grain mill and such near it, but it looked as if someone belongs there. I shook my head, eager to free of coldness of being empty. I swam across to it, approaching it slowly. It looked old, weeds grew up the side that you were not able to see in the distance. The grain mill looked long forgotten, which puzzled me seeing as we were in the middle of farming land. A long muddy brown eel slid gently in and out of a broken window, and I sighed inwardly as I watched its body move back and forth ever so gracefully.
I never doubted that something forgotten would be unsafe, so I quickly went up to the window, after waiting the eel trail away for a minute. The place was a utter mess; but it would do. The smoldering door was open so I went in easily enough, and found a pile of kelp and seaweed that would make a nice bed for later. A small kitchen could be found along with a room that was littered with books and parchment was off to the main room. I smiled to myself, I could make this work. I spent the rest of the evening cleaning and restoring what this house had become.
For once, I was happy, I spent making the house habitable. I slept on the bed each night looking out across the fields and into the distance I liked to think I saw a town... or perhaps some sort of other people coming my way? It is amazing what your mind can create up, but I was content as I played out stories before me on those open plains of swaying grass and leaves.
And then one morning I opened my eyes, not to the rising sun as I had started to become used to, but to a face that was mere inches from mine, and which was breathing down on me.

I leaped back off of my make shift bed sending bubbles swirling in the water, startled and not wanting to be too close to this person. She was a peophin, like myself, but her skin was of greens and blues and had striped markings much like a fish. Her face was contorted in rage, though I thought I saw fear flicker in the edge of her eyes. Somehow she looked familiar, but my mind went blank as to who she was. *"Who the heck are you? And why are you here?" She got up abruptly and glared pointedly down at me, "No one should be able to see or find this house!"* She was starting to yell, sounding offended, and I merely raised my eyebrow and said a sarcastically, "You can't make a house invisible; you'd need magic you know, which if I haven't checked lately, doesn't exist."* She looked at me exasperated, "Magic dose exist."* *"Well then, if it did exist why..." I lost my train of thought and looked back at this peophin, and suddenly knew why she looked so vaguely familiar as a long forgotten memory reawaked, "You're alive? Hardly anyone did survive...and yet you have no scares?"* The angered seamed to drain out of the peophin and her mouth fell lightly open before she composed herself quickly, "I told you magic exists."* But she paused and added, "You saved my life didn't you?"* I shook my head, "No, all I did was change your bandages and clean your wounds, like I did to so many others."* *"You did something more, though. My name is Kayate."* I was looking out the window now as I said, "I'm Zarinte. Well, Kayate, what exactly are you doing here?"* *"This house is meant to hide something and keep its contents safe, that is why I am here," She said, and proud like air entering her voice, and she stiffened up, "And it is well hidden, normal people should be able to come across this place."* *"What?"* She countinued on, ignoring me, "But Zarinte... you are obviously far from normal."* I stared at Kayate, unsure of what to say. But she was smiling down at me, rather excited now, as she began to shake her tail back in forth behind her, swishing water around us. *"You gave me it, didn't you? I don't know how it's passed, but it must be, or else he would have never found me, and never told me about this place," she said in a rush. *"What are you talking about? What is this place?"* Her face grew solemn now as she said softly, "I can't tell you about this place. But I will say to what you already know, magic exists! Did you know, there are only a few people left with it in this world, it's a dyeing breed?"* I snorted at her sudden excitement and glared, "Oh really? (yes rly) I'm sure it is, but then, why are you here?"* *"Because. You gave me some of your magic, and I have to be here to…" she hesitated, "take care of things. All the time. It's not too bad of a life, really."* *"The house was in mighty fine shape when I found it." I retorted, "it looked as it had been through a war."* *"Well," she shrugged, "when people to come here…I have to leave until they leave themselves. It doesn't happen to often, uh."* *"If you are ever going to tell me what some sort of dealings you're into, feel free to tell me whenever you feel. For now, I'm going back to sleep."* Kayate looked surprised, "You're staying here?"* *"What, do you think I'm leaving this place after I cleaned it up? Anyways, back at home they think I'm a freak," I yawned at her, "you said it yourself, and it's not too bad of a life."* And so, it was. I began to think, although my staying dimmed her pride, the company made Kayate happy. I began to wonder how long she had lived here in isolation, living here for whatever reason. She still wouldn't say. But she had boundless energy I couldn't even keep up with, and whenever she began to get on my nerves, which occasionally, I was free to leave the hut and go out for a rather long swim. I could swim for days at a time now; I was beginning to build up my endurance, for my earlier part of my life I had sat still most of my days. I even tried flying a few times; it's harder than you would think. But my fears of heights had disappeared when I knew I couldn't be hurt. Was it really magic? It was comforting to know that she was really wasn't a monster, but the idea of magic made some sense. It was easy to get Kayate to talk about magic; she was willing enough to share that with me. It had been after I came back from a swim, muddled in my own thoughts, asking her abruptly, "How can magic exist. Nothing proves it dose, its all fairytale."* *"Ha! That's what they all say, isn't it? Magic, though, hasn't been a major part of this world in eons," Kayate had then proceeded to sit down promptly as if preparing to tell a grand story, "its like I said, it's dying breed."* Her hazel eyes looked far off, before she went on, "Magic has always been feared. People have always disliked being inferior, and whenever witches, mages, elementals or any worker of magic dose something that can be seen in a bad light, they are prosecuted or isolated. You can see this is bad when magic is passed on through the family lines."* *"But my parents were never…magical," I said, my brows furrowed. *"Well that is how it's been able to survive; very rarely it's skipped over lines of families, generations and such. Magic has it own rules to live by. There are only a few left in this world that posses any magic that can use, and you and I can only see through its trickery. Either way, if it isn't kept a secret, it will die out."* *"Pff, I can't die. You call that seeing through magic?"* Kayate only looked startled for a second, "Well, maybe you are meant for something else in this world then. I don't know how you passed it to me, but you gave me enough to survive that disease. Though, you couldn't have given it to anyone else…it takes some much strength as it is to pass it on. How you did it…is unexplainable. All I remember is when you came near I couldn't stay awake…"* *"Yes, but that's all well and good, but what use is being able to not die? I'm even sure how long I'll be in this world. You already look much older than me, and you were so much younger during the epidemic."* *"Either way, what makes us who we are, is an unknown answer. For now, we guard…this place."* For someone so talkative and bubbly, Kayate was good at hiding things. But now, as I was swimming out in the open ocean once more, the question reoccurred. What use am I in a never-ending world? Will I just continue to suffer as I remain young and see all the people I become close to wither away? What was I meant to do? I thought of Kayate, and how much older she looked even in the small amount of time I had lived in the house with her. Or was it small? Time was a thing of the past now, I would never again be able to count individual weeks and years, everything just happened when it wished. Well, she had given me an incentive to see if I really was…immortal. It had tried first with small attempts at hurting myself; then I grew to taking sharp shell edges to my forelegs. Even is I dug the sharp edge into my hide nothing happened. I even grew brave enough to swim straight on into a rough rocky edge, I had felt the pain of the impact of first but it quickly dissolved when I realized I was whole. The pain was all mental, in my mind. I began to think that was the only kind I would ever feel… Magic is a curse. I'm doomed to forever live in this world, to see it go on by like a bird in the wind. Never able to reach it; to be apart of its world. Or, I had a world. This him Kayate keeps mentioning, someone in magic. Could he show me? Or am I too lowly to even meet such a person, having no ability to use any of my gifts. And what, what, was the thing that "we" are guarding? It has something to do with magic, I knew, but why wasn't she telling me? It was all so very disgruntling to think about, but I would find out, eventually, when she let it slip one of these days. When I returned home…odd, how I called it that, I could immediately tell something was wrong. The water surrounding the house felt odd and there was a shock like feeling vibrating to myself; I felt restless. Then a muffled moan reached my ear and I charged to the entrance and froze at the scene before me.

Kayate stood huddled in the far corner, her tail lying at an odd angle and blood swirled in the water around her, as she stared frightened at the thing before her.
It was…I have no words to describe it. A creature, tall and black, its limbs made of mush and tar with goo melting off of its body, and a dark air swirled about it. What was it? I shivered as it turned to gaze at me, with no face, and I started to retreat. Fear was in the air, and felt powerless…. I had to get to Kayate…I circled around the house to the back window and peered in. It was staring at me, whatever it was, and I squealed.
*"Kayate!" I called, "What is it?"*
*"I don't know…" her faint voice responded.
Then, it was suddenly there, in front of me, swaying…the sun had gone and the air seamed to darken.
I didn't know what to do, I was so scared, but Kayate whimpers made me lock my eyes on the -blocked- I wouldn't be able to get past it to her without getting it away. I would have to fight. But how could I? I have never fought in my life, I would be destroyed.
Or would I?
It was such a terrible thought that it cleared my mind suddenly, and I gasped. There was no way I could fight magic and live…I wasn't really immortal, was I? Or was it all luck?
Kayate needed me.
I charged.
I wasn't sure what I was going to do, was I swam at it, thrusting me head and legs into its belly, and I heard Kayate's piercing scream across the water. It seamed to stick to me like mist, but molded away from my body easily. It gripped my tail and I moaned painfully as something sharp dug along its side, and its shifting, weird form, stood before me, and I lunched my weight into it, pulled and kicking at its soft parts…it seamed to be getting smaller in size. Every time I lunged at the beast Kayate screamed harder and I tried to yell that I'd be soon there soon, but I had no voice left. But suddenly, it disappeared. My body dropped to the sea bed as its form melted away evaporating. I stared, eye wide. What had I done?
I leaped into the water and bolted to the room, and was at her side at once. She was worse than she had looked at a distance, blood was pooling everywhere.
*"Kayate! We need to get help! What was that? Was it him, what was it? Magic?"*
She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, as she shook her head, "No… they wanted it. He will come in a few minutes, he will know, he is so powerful." She paused, gathering her strength, as she opened her eyes and started directly into mine, "Whatever happens, you much protect it! It is so powerful, it keeps all the magic within itself…protect it with your life Zarinte! Its in the cellar, and its protected but so many enchantments that I doubt you'll be able to get to it…you must tell him where it…it's not safe…"*
Her voice was becoming so faint, I was panicking now, I had to help her, that was all that mattered, "Kayate no! You're talking as if you're going to…"*
I looked about the room wildly, looking for cloth for bandages, anything. Couldn't I give her some of my magic again?
Kayate smiled, almost as if she read my thoughts, "You can't save everyone Zarinte. Only you can live on."*
*"No!"*
But her eyes flittered closed, and her rough breath ceased. I bent over her body, sobs wracking my sides, "No, no, no, I can save you Kayate, I can …I must."*

I got up after I had emptied my heart of its tears for the second time of my life, my limbs felt heavy. I swayed, my head dizzy; I had slept through the night, and it was dawn now. My face was still wet as I took her body and buried it next to the garden we had planted, in hopes to widening our skim food supply.
I left no marker, only a pile of flowers above her grave. I doubt anyone but myself would ever remember her again, for anyone Kayate had known would have been long gone by now. No one would leave such a person out her alone; her family must be dead from the epidemic. She would always remain a part of me though, Kayate kept a part of my heart with her wherever she went now. I had no heart left, my past was wrought with sadness, and my future was bound to see more.
I kept my word, and went looking for the cellar. I had never known there was one, but it seamed so important to her, and I would grant her last wish. The doors were in the back covered in dirt and grass. I took a while to dig away all the overgrowth, but the worn doors opened roughly after a while. The sunlight flooded in filling the small dirt walled room. A few jars cluttered across the wall, from some long ago farms. In a corner a pile of rags lay, and I felt pulled to it oddly. Slowly I picked apart the rags, and shook dirt and leaves into the water. Beneath them was a worn, torn, photograph. Kayate was there, a small child once more, smiling with what must have been a family, two older parents stood over Kayate and older brother.
I swam outside slowly. He had never come. There was nothing down there; it had been a part of her mind. An illusion, lies, fantasy. But she had magic; I had given it to her, which was fact. But she had let it get the better side of herself; letting the magic show her a way out of her grief…I gazed over the fields before me, as I realized the creature that had attacked Kayate had been herself.
I fell over, landing on the soft seabed, unable to cry anymore. Magic had killed her. Magic destroyed what was left in this world, and it was true; if I did have any powers, I was the last one to have any in this world. It was the first time I had looked at myself, and I saw my tail splayed before me on the ground. A long deep gash ran down its length, and it glisten slightly with blood.
Perhaps I wasn't completely immortal, for I bled too.

[a note] from fleana- sorry for the epic fail attempt at a sob story. I know I'm no good at writing, but the story was needed to build Zarinte's history and past...to create who she is now. I warned you- it wasn't a happy ending, did I? Even if it was poorly written. If you can write a poorly happy ending, there can be unhappy ones too, I suppose. c:

likes & dislikes

likes -Freedom -Politeness -Warmth -Drifting -Gardening -Cooking	dislikes -Hospitals -Blood and such -Death -Sarcasm -Being alone

Tarnoa the faithful, colorful gallion Tarnoa is a elegant swimming, and much like Zarinte, who swims more for the enjoyment than anything else. She's also a bit off a show off to, and likes to do flips and maneuvers in the water that would seem, any other way, too complicated to do. She likes to swim through the tall crops and was doing so one day when the Gallion ran head on into the Zarinte, who was doing just the same, and was knocked out by the force. Zarinte, who was horrified that she was dead, brought her back to her home and was deduced that she was fine; if shaky and weak for a while. Tarnoa hung around the house until she was well. Since then the little Gallion never left for good; having now found a decent crop swimming partner. She disappears from time to time for days on end but somehow always manages to return.

Zarinte just exactly, who is she? In Zarinte's story, it doesn't quite cover who she is to be, where it left off, that is. Either way, she is a guardian of what she found in that seemingly abandoned house. Though she doesn't quite accept the idea at first, Zarinte ends up proving she is the only right being for the job, without meaning too; even if she is not too fond of the idea. But, in fact, she dose start to enjoy it in the end. With Kayate to keep her company, and Tarnoa to be found hovering at her side, she never really feels completely lonely again. Zarinte was never one to be extremely outgoing, and appreciates quiet company more than anything. Loud noises often irritate her, so the surrounding farmlands and fields are soothing. Zarinte is never without work, for they tend to the crops, grumbling all the way. Despite the chore, Zarinte stil has a great joy swimming through rows of crops, passing hours away in such a simple manner. She dose get out and fly among the clouds occasionally, but it takes quite a bit of effort. First her wings must dry completely, and she must also find a place to launch herself easily. Either way, Zarinte can be seen wandering sea or air, while she dwells on her own thoughts. Zarinte is strong and lean, and is not injured easily and overall rather healthy, though at times she can let her mood get in the way of taking care of herself.

She is reasonable and guarded in personality, but can be sharp at times when she doesn't understand something.
Zarinte can also be brave when it is necessary, and will be willing to fight to protect what she has left in her life, until the end.

Her Design [click and drag image to tabs or address bar for full view] Zarinte is unique in design, different than the standard peophin. You'd think they'd be pink and frilly, with flowers and lace....but not quite so. Zarinte has a rich brown body with full feathered wings, which she can fly with, if she lets them dry first. Her tail is rather translucent, and large is area but has the frill you'd be looking for, I suppose. Either way, her design is quite awesome, if I might say.

main colors
Anyone is allowed to use these, as long as they follow the rules.

Green

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Blue

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Brown

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Gold

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Orange

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Pink

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Purple

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Red

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Shadow

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Silver

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Skunk

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White

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Yellow

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Don't see a color you need? Feel free to neomail Fleana93 and request a color not found up here!
Basic color requests are always open.

Custom Adoptables
If you would like one for your own peophin, feel free to neomail me
just, read the rules, please

Filiesh

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Qwandria

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Miiradelle

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Yethe

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Zarinte

Adoptables Waiting to be made
1. Open

Total Custom Count - 04

If you have requested a adoptable and your name is not on this list, LET me know, or else your will never be done!


These have been made for a certain pet, please do not take them if it is not an adoptable of your pet. Just request one please.
Thanks, Fleana.

Zarinte was looking off in the distance out the doorway and a faraway look cam into her eyes.
*"Will you always stay here?" you ask, as you watch her start and turn back to you.
She sighed and leaned back, "I'm not sure where I will go, if I leave here. I like it here, but change is always good."*
You smile softly, "Well whatever you do, I wish you luck."*
Zarinte snorted, "I don't even know if I need luck anymore, I doubt it helps much," she paused the she grinned, "You want to go for a a swim?"*