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She is mine...
I am his...

No other words are needed but these...

 

Written in script that fades as it spirals toward the center:
With no beginning and no end, timeless and ageless, (the script is too worn to
decipher further)

 

Forever can never be be long enough for me...

The Shaman Collective

 

                        We are one.

Just a simple human girl...

 

You see a female human,
{Her hair is laden with sea salt and blown by the sea winds. Chaotic waves
clinging to each other as if caught in a storm.}

Fairly average in stature, she reaches a height of about five feet nine inches.
Lean muscle and subtle curves hint at an active lifestyle. Several scars criss
cross over her hands, one standing out more than the rest, thick and bright
white. Sepia toned skin compliments flowing tresses the color of dark cocoa.
Modest waves that always appear windblown extend well past her shoulders and
nearly to her hips. On her left wrist is scarring from what appears to be
removed tattoos; double spirals with a letter nestled within the coils on the
underside, while the topside has an anatomical heart with a tiara and monocle
with the words, 'And I you' easily visible.
Undulating, chaotic, dark cocoa tresses float down to her lower back.
Her slanted, spirited eyes resemble slick, light-caramel hued glass.

She has a playful sea otter inked over the curvature of her hipbone.
On either side of the beige-masked face, her dark paws curl over a scar in the
shape of a double swirl, as if peeking over the top of a wave. Her mischievous
caramel colored eyes sparkle and her lips turn up in a smirk.

She has a striking panorama delicately inked upon her left ribs in deep
purple, of the ocean; tumultuous, white capped and dangerous, pouring into the
chaos of a deep chasm. The tumult is bestilled when it reaches her stomach,
transitioning into smooth and placid waters of deep blue that end at the line
of her hip bone. A touch piece floats upon the surface, untouched but
answered.

Beside me, the source of the splashing; a four foot chittering sea otter. She swims and swirls around me, her eyes alight with a playful mirth as she churns the waters.

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