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Paradise Taken
I liken you to a reef; soft and beautiful to the eyes yet jagged to the touch.
In the same way I am, or was, the diver; exploring your waters with a child-like curiosity.
You became my favorite lagoon and soon the only one whose existance I acknowledged. For days on end I basked in the sun watching the gentle waves roll to shore with a rythem uniquely yours.
Rarely would a storm disturb my simple Paradise. Yet through the worst of them I chose to stay; for the captivating beauty of my Beach mezmerised me into a dream-like state which dictated my actions and threw caution aside having no need for my consent though I would have given it willingly.
Even without care for my own safety rarely would you wound me; only doing so in such a way as to remind me that you could. Never was it more than superficial.
The blood from my wounds attracted the sharks that would come to inhabit your protective waters.
For a short time I swam with them for perhaps it was the beauty of this Reef that enticed them and not the crimson nectar that sometimes flowed from my body. More and more I would sustain these simple injuries; whether it be of my own doing or yours.
Yet even through times when the water would be tainted regularly there was never a frenzy. Through time I developed a relationship with several of the sharks I now shared most of my Lagoon with one of which I already knew.
He was the Alpha of the pack, his size affording him considerable respect and those who knew him were aware of what made him truly dangerous. The docile nature of the sea wolves was but a deception as I would eventually discover though not for some time to come.
'Til that time would arise we still called each other friend, the Alpha and I, our history being good and having a certain respect for each other that can only be had between the apex examples of two species. Eventually our fondness became so strong I had forgotten our primal nature. The predator had not.
It is because of this simple lapse in judgement that my demise became an inevitability. For a time the waters were calm and it was my familiarity with the waters in which I swam that blinded me to the dangers instead of recognizing the change in tides and alerting me to the storm to come.
My nature had changed since I first decided to call this Bay home. I had become a creature without regard for personal safety; the Lagoon seemingly provided all the protection I would ever need. When the storm made landfall I was off guard completely and submerged in the shallow area of your waters; for it was on this night I realized the waters were not mine as I had claimed.
My foolish presumptions allowed a gap in my armor. Your strike was swift and clean, opening a wound from which there is no recovery, at least not fully, and certainly no riposte. From the multiple punctures in my body the water was stained, blood being the primary substance in the Lagoon for the coming weeks.
I had been rejected by the thing I loved most; over myself even. The Alpha must have sensed this denial and was prepared when I was not for he was the cause of it. In front of me he had befriended my Paradise and whispered false promises of grandeurs I could not readily provide.
Be it from the love I had shown since my arrival or some other reason for attachment I was allowed to linger a while longer; perhaps so my wounds could heal before being fully repudiated, or perhaps the Sea in which I still swam desired to salt my wounds with a loving embrace.
It was while my mistress Siren cradled my broken body that the final blow was struck. The Alpha revealed himself to be true to his nature showing his friendship to be but a tool for his predation. He had claimed my Paradise for his own, the Lagoon agreeing with the assessment. The Siren, still having some fondness for me, escorted me from her Bay in a final act of kindness before returning to her sea wolf, leaving me free to explore a world I had lost a desire to entangle myself with in the way I had with my Paradise.
I liken you to a reef; soft and beautiful to the eyes yet jagged to the touch.
In the same way I am, or was, the diver; exploring your waters with a child-like curiosity.
You became my favorite lagoon and soon the only one whose existance I acknowledged. For days on end I basked in the sun watching the gentle waves roll to shore with a rythem uniquely yours.
Rarely would a storm disturb my simple Paradise. Yet through the worst of them I chose to stay; for the captivating beauty of my Beach mezmerised me into a dream-like state which dictated my actions and threw caution aside having no need for my consent though I would have given it willingly.
Even without care for my own safety rarely would you wound me; only doing so in such a way as to remind me that you could. Never was it more than superficial.
The blood from my wounds attracted the sharks that would come to inhabit your protective waters.
For a short time I swam with them for perhaps it was the beauty of this Reef that enticed them and not the crimson nectar that sometimes flowed from my body. More and more I would sustain these simple injuries; whether it be of my own doing or yours.
Yet even through times when the water would be tainted regularly there was never a frenzy. Through time I developed a relationship with several of the sharks I now shared most of my Lagoon with one of which I already knew.
He was the Alpha of the pack, his size affording him considerable respect and those who knew him were aware of what made him truly dangerous. The docile nature of the sea wolves was but a deception as I would eventually discover though not for some time to come.
'Til that time would arise we still called each other friend, the Alpha and I, our history being good and having a certain respect for each other that can only be had between the apex examples of two species. Eventually our fondness became so strong I had forgotten our primal nature. The predator had not.
It is because of this simple lapse in judgement that my demise became an inevitability. For a time the waters were calm and it was my familiarity with the waters in which I swam that blinded me to the dangers instead of recognizing the change in tides and alerting me to the storm to come.
My nature had changed since I first decided to call this Bay home. I had become a creature without regard for personal safety; the Lagoon seemingly provided all the protection I would ever need. When the storm made landfall I was off guard completely and submerged in the shallow area of your waters; for it was on this night I realized the waters were not mine as I had claimed.
My foolish presumptions allowed a gap in my armor. Your strike was swift and clean, opening a wound from which there is no recovery, at least not fully, and certainly no riposte. From the multiple punctures in my body the water was stained, blood being the primary substance in the Lagoon for the coming weeks.
I had been rejected by the thing I loved most; over myself even. The Alpha must have sensed this denial and was prepared when I was not for he was the cause of it. In front of me he had befriended my Paradise and whispered false promises of grandeurs I could not readily provide.
Be it from the love I had shown since my arrival or some other reason for attachment I was allowed to linger a while longer; perhaps so my wounds could heal before being fully repudiated, or perhaps the Sea in which I still swam desired to salt my wounds with a loving embrace.
It was while my mistress Siren cradled my broken body that the final blow was struck. The Alpha revealed himself to be true to his nature showing his friendship to be but a tool for his predation. He had claimed my Paradise for his own, the Lagoon agreeing with the assessment. The Siren, still having some fondness for me, escorted me from her Bay in a final act of kindness before returning to her sea wolf, leaving me free to explore a world I had lost a desire to entangle myself with in the way I had with my Paradise.
