The first thing I remember was seeing my parents be slaughtered by each others kinds for being different... I couldn't follow them then though because my mixed blood left me denied by neither side but not fully accepted either... The teasing didn't bother me as much as I got older as it did then. Yes the comments still stung but they were bearable...
I hated hunting but since I was half cold-water I had to feed on humans at least once every century or I would die an agonizingly slow and painful death... Most of the cold waters I knew enjoyed hunting some even did it for sport but it made me fee guilty being half tropical as well... I did have to do it so I chose to feed on suicide victims or the occasional victim of a shipwreck...
However I was growing tired of unapproving eyes that seemed to follow me through both territories so I decided to go it alone.I left that world many moons ago...
I have been in my small cave in the deeper area of the cove for at least fifteen moons, approximately three years to my tropical cousins who have adopted the way of the land dwellers...
I am alone and well, only my closest podmates know where I am an they are still by my side when I need them...
Life is okay... but today things changed...
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General FictionThe first thing I remember was seeing my parents slaughtered by each others kinds for being different... I couldn't follow them then though because my mixed blood left me denied by neither side but not fully accepted either...