Recent content by Arva

If Arva never stepped foot on land again, it would be too soon. This was... a hell she could have never imagined. I-slin said things, but she was panting for breath and her words were broken and hard to catch. Black-hair, it seemed, understood, and he urged her to keep moving as I-slin took the...

The fear on I-slin's face was obvious as she spoke, but before Arva could even think of what the woman might have said, she found herself being dragged along as black-hair turned on his heel and ran. She stumbled behind him for a few paces before she found her footing, but was eventually able to...

I-slin. Arva heard her, and was relieved that the woman hadn't been crushed by falling stone. She looked at black-hair, could guess at the intent of his words as he took her hand and pulled her back up. He took a step toward I-slin, calling out to her, but then everything stopped. It was an...

Give her an open sea, and Arva could navigate just fine. But a city situated in a dead volcano and she was more blind than a cavefish. Arva swam back and forth, peering up alleys and soaring up over the streets, over and over again. Her tail swished anxiously when she wasn't swimming, and the...

More speaking, but Arva didn't bother to try and parse out the words--not that she could understand them anyway--over the invasive, thrumming pulse pressing into her ears and every part of her being. Her eyes widened, an involuntary cry escaping her, as I-slin approached the pulsing altar and...

Arva flinched, startled, when I-slin wiped one of her tears away, but otherwise barely moved as the woman and black-hair spoke with each other. Then black-hair was stepping deeper into the cave, and though everything within Arva protested the thought of going further... they also could not go...

Everything went eerily quiet inside her head, and Arva almost thought that if she opened her eyes she would not be in that cave passage with I-slin and black-hair anymore, but instead in a deep underground cavern, cut off from everything else in existence. With no way to return to the ocean...

Arva didn't hear I-slin speak, nor Bastian, nor did she see him crouch in front of her. She didn't dare pull her hands away from her ears, afraid the words would become louder. Stronger. Harder to resist. Her eyes scrunched closed more tightly, and her torso curled over her bent legs. The voice...

Arva made no attempt to follow the other Kivren. She sighed, biting her lip in frustration as she looked down at the empty vial in her hand. For a moment, the thought of following Andromeda and restraining her, making the Kivren give up her blood, was tempting. Arva could swim faster than almost...

Arva bit at her lip nervously, grateful when I-slin stepped between her and black-hair. I-slin's words were lost to her, though, but their meaning was clear enough a moment later when the woman stepped away and headed deeper into the cave. She watched black-hair warily, not wanting him at her...

"Maybe they're not," Arva said quietly to Andromeda, setting aside the matter of the needed blood for now. "But the siren song is the only means of defense that my family has ever had. To lose it... might mean the extinction of us. So it's hard to argue that we might be better of without it."...

It was cool within the cave, and Arva had never explored its depths, but not too deeply in was a spring of cool, fresh water. She knew that I-slin and black-hair would need it. Fresh water was useless to her, though, and while a few days out of the sea would be no hardship, eventually she would...

Arva fought back a surge of anger. She saw the fearful glances that Andromeda gave to Petra, and she couldn't blame her. So when Andromeda made to dart out the door, after turning her down yet again, Arva didn't stop her. Instead, she clutched the empty vial tightly in her hand, and followed...

Arva had swum in dark depths of the sea, places that humans would never be able to delve, and into frigid waters that had never seen the light of the sun. She would rather go back to those places then face whatever was in the ocean now. It was darker beneath the tree canopy than it should have...

The language barrier was becoming aggravating, but Arva was grateful for the help making it off the beach and into the cover of the trees. The entire island had fallen strangely silent, though, and it felt like every panting breath each of them took was a sounding beacon, calling the darkness in...