The Roar Of The Ocean
Curious
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"I should have killed you with both hands." he whispered. Extremely upset while shedding a tear?
The deg!
Tivana suddenly flinched, what did she just think?! Shaking strongly, the woman tried to shake the thought off her small head.
Nah! Inner Tivana; rough sweep of tears that shed uninvited. He believes this clear crystal belongs to Ana, another personality who lives in the body—including also the pain suffered by his heart when watching with his own eyes the shape of the sickly figure of the current. The couple's. Ana is now definitely in shock and sad at one time no wonder at this time Tivana felt various strange emotional turmoil that was not out of taste. Trying to calm down, the woman hit both of her knees hard.
STAND UP! Tell the woman through the brain so that the body will move; regardless of weakness.
She felt calm and Tivana could control both her legs. He then slowly stood up, assisted by a hand that felt looking for a grip on the wall area.
Much effort.
Tivana finally managed to stand upright perfectly, she then walked very slowly—towards the kitchen. This woman thinks she needs to drink, her throat feels dry. When the shape of a rectangular block-shaped object called a refrigerator is seen, Tivana tries to speed up the step and then violently open the door leaf of the object. Brutal, Tivana seems to rob a collection of bottled water from the refrigerator and then drink it without opening the lid.
Relying on instinct and canine teeth that appear out of nowhere, Tivana immediately bit the bottle of drinking water until it broke. Instantly the dry throat was flooded by the water, including the body of the woman. Tivana then sat on the floor, right in front of the refrigerator whose door was still open.
Cold weather caressing the surface of the skin, Tivana just realized that the atmosphere around it is very dark. The light from the afternoon sun was nowhere to be seen again, how long had I been drifting in my mind? About that's what Tivana thought when she realized that the day was changing night.
Convinced to feel refreshed, the woman raised one hand and combed her hair mane using her fingers.
In addition to fresh body—Tivana also finally can arrange his mind to be clearer than before. A breath could be heard from the cleft lip of the woman.
"Hosh..."
He needs to move his brain to analyze the situation. What exactly is going on? Is it true that the carcass of the fish is an comedian?
How did the creature Tivana remembered as the strongest siren die?
Moving all the memories possessed by him and the figure of Ana, there is only one possibility that can make the comedian end up with such a terrible form.
Nothing else and not, definitely because the act of natural predators—ie MERMAID.
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"OW! GEEZ?!" Madam Lula was aghast, shocked not dumbstruck. The middle-aged woman's heart was beating so fast, who wouldn't be surprised to try?! When turned around it was instead greeted by the presence of a person with a flat expression right behind his back.
"When have you been behind Madam, Tivana?" reprimand the woman while gently stroking her chest with one hand. Tivana reacted slowly, she glanced small sideways for 3 seconds and then again ate the face of Madam Lula.
Smiling at the horse, the woman chuckled foolishly. He scratched the back of his head which actually did not feel itchy at all.
"What are you doing madam?" Tivana asked, choosing not to answer. Throwing other questions is the most powerful way to change the subject. Taking a glance at what the young lady in front of him was lyrically, madam Lula then let out a small sigh before replying.
"Remember the strange fish carcass that the fishermen found this afternoon?"
"The fishermen decided to hang the carcass in the beach square" said Madam Lula explained the situation.
Hearing all that makes Tivana ria-oh, it's worth a lot of people huddled there. The woman guessed some of the men must have done nothing but watch the lingering corpse of the comedian like a spectacle. A little annoyed, perhaps because Tivana was no longer human so she was a little sorry to see the comedians being treated that way; instead of getting a proper funeral she had to entertain humans instead.
Haha!
"Why did Madam hang?" another question suddenly arises. Tivana was curious as to why humans would do such a thing to creatures of different races with them. Yes even though Tivana thinks she has a vague thought like them too if she is still a human being.
Maybe Tivana will choose to do research by autopsying the corpse of the comedian. All of this is useful for the development of science.
"Either Madam was less sure, but she said it was the carcass of a mermaid. So they decided to show the fish's carcass."
Inappropriately, between Tivana in the heart when he heard the comedian referred to as part of the nation of mermaid.
The ooh ria was the response Tivana gave to madam Lula, the middle-aged woman beside her. Tivana doesn't think he needs to try to dig up information from Madam Lula anymore. The outline for the curiosity that ensnared his mind was answered.
Naturally Tivana broke away from the conversation he had with madam Lula, under the pretext of wanting to try to see the carcass of the mermaid— he said.
Get away with it very easily, though, Tivana carried himself between the bodies of those in the Beach Square— until his feet stopped right in the barrier area made of rope and converted into a fence.
The large tail fin welcomes Tivana's eye bead, which is hung upside down. The dark-colored blood scar seemed to be drying out right at the other end, just like a salted fish. This made Tivana chuckle, along with the pain that suddenly hit her chest.
Relax Ana! Tell the woman in your heart.
This feeling again.
Damnit damnit!
Tivana thinks she wants to cry again. At least that's what this woman was thinking before she saw the strange glint from the waterfront.
Cold-faced, Tivana sharpened her vision. He didn't look wrong.
Just now?
Tivana thinks he sees pale eye beads; very familiar, typical of sirens that are quite close to the mainland.
Who's in there? |
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