Agnieszka
Once upon a time there had been a girl splashed in black who lived beside a river. There was magic in the girl’s veins. She had command of the waters and the earth. The air would crackle with her fury and the sky would brighten with her joy. She was plain and full bodied, but her eyes were amethyst and she was loved.
One day everything went wrong and the girl was destroyed and there was nothing left of her at all.
Almost nothing.
Part of what remained, small and dark with rage and sorrow, was walled off. Imprisoned.
Amnesia protected the rest of her, but the wounds and blood and fear drove her far away from the wreckage of her home beside the river.
She arrived in her new home and was healed by a Djinn, nearly seduced and drowned by a sea monster, lost on a quest, made mistress and mother, and all the while the inky creature locked in her mind writhed and pushed against its bounds. Then the terror of war weakened its prison.
The woman had almost made herself into a new whole, and the tendrils of her past pushing free spun her into madness that came and went like the tide.
Once upon a time there was a Witch and she had come apart instead of dying.
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Water eddies around her limbs, whirlpools and froth spinning across the surface when she drags her thighs deeper into the cold clear pond. Silt blooms around her storm clouded body and ripples drift outward to break against the reeds. When she finds herself standing in the center of the misshapen body of water she proceeds no further.
“Pond. You are dull.”
This pronouncement comes in a voice low and velvet.
“It is a pond.” Here the voice is just a bit higher, more earnest, but so similar that one might not notice any difference at all.
A shake of the head. “Very well, but this water feels only wet.”
“Yes…” A purr, all parts agreeing.
Eyes of amethyst lift away from the light brown clouds beneath the surface and Agnieszka tilts her head ever so slightly as the dark thing settles down and leaves her alone in the pond, in her mind, and she forgets that it had even been there with her at all.
This is the first time she has been so near what could be considered civilization in a very long time, and she finds herself staring at the strangers beyond her pond with direct and curious looks just anxious enough not to be rude, a twinge in her scarred brow.
an unequaled gift for disaster
@Any - she deserves to be a main so come love her