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Damsy Callat
Syn was an outcast, one that was an anomaly amongst her kind; for her connection with the force was strong and yet, it was also incredibly unstable. Even now she could feel it’s instability as the primitive woman channeled the force. She could feel it as it thrummed through her veins and heightened her already naturally heightened senses. The Melodie could hear from many miles away and hear the differences in heartbeats. A frightened one was that of the hunted and the more steady heartbeat, warned her of someone that was a hunter and a potential threat to the fresh waters hidden deep within the mountains. While she may be a Melodie, if she so chose to, she could walk on land to defend the territory; which was one of the reasons that her kind had restricted her to the outskirts of their territory. To guard it in ways that they could not.
However, while the unstable connection gave her such gifts, it also had unforeseen side effects, such as sonic emissions and painful transitions. It was never smooth and often took ten minutes; sometimes longer for any kind of transition to fully complete. While the transition was strange to her people, it was the Sonic Emissions that worried them. Although underwater it acted like sonar; outside of the watery boundaries, it could be deadly to anyone within close proximity. It was why Synann was not allowed to visit the young Melodies and instead had to guard their hidden hatchlings from any potential threats from predators on the land. It was often lonely, but the Melodie learned the languages of the animals that habited Yavin 8 and more often than not, would spend many hours talking to the fish.
Today though, the woman sat upon a rock, as cliche as it was, with her tail emerged in the water. The scales about her waist as well as the scales that covered up along her chest, were slowly beginning to dry out from the sun that flickered in and out of the clouds above. A webbed hand rested upon the rock beside her, while the other hand was working on carving Melodie words into the rock’s surface using the claws upon her fingers. Her dark brown hair had already dried out and the straight locks caressed the bare skin of her shoulders and back, as the wind gently played with the strands in a dance that only Mother Nature could understand. Her spiky fishtail gently moved back and forth within the fresh water and she enjoyed the comforting embrace of the weight against her scales. Syn could feel the shift and rush as the heavy body adjusted with each movement of her tail and could feel the rush as she lightly pushed against the soft currents that her tail created with each movement.
To say that it was a normal and relaxing day, was an understatement, but it wouldn’t be long till the moment would be shattered. Her body suddenly froze as she heard footsteps that were not native to the surrounding area and her head whipped around so then large vibrant blue eyes could peer in the direction of the intruder. Lips pulled back as she lifted her head so then she could taste the air, to scent it and the scent that came back was definitely not one that she knew of. It was almost strange for something new to cross into the untamed mountains of Yavin 8, almost unheard of. For the Melodies had kept themselves hidden from the outside world in order to protect their species from the brink of extinction and found home here where no one dared to explore. Until now.
A click, rushed from the woman’s tongue and she dived back into the water of the small stream that wasn’t too far from the mouth of the lake nearby. Her body soaked up the moisture as her strong tail propelled her down to the bottom of the stream, there she found a primitive spear that she had made and an outstretched hand reached for it. Webbed fingers curled around the crude object and she paused with her chin lifted to listen for the sounds from above, sounds like the footfalls of the intruder as they slowly made their way towards her positioning.
With a powerful push of her tail, it thrust her form upwards and her form broke through the surface of the water. Hefting up the spear she took aim and threw. The spear cut through the air with a soft
woosh and soon the spearhead pierced the ground a metre from where the intruder stood. The wood of the weapon shook with the force from the throw but it hadn’t meant to hit, for it was a warning. A series of clicks rolled off of her tongue and she eyed off this new two legged woman.
