The Adventures of Calypso Asthavon! [Lil Fun Writing Project]

The night’s air was always a welcome presence to the young Calypso, as she calmly walked the way of some unexplored woods. She felt no fear of predators, if anything she desired to see such creatures. In the darkness of the night, she had seen a large lumbering shape, a creature she guessed to be a bear, she heard the howls of a lone wolf, probably looking for it’s lost kin. Caly tended to do these midnight walks through unknown spaces, as many others tended to be too afraid to do such treks through the pure wilderness. Nature was beautiful, as she saw the moonlight’s soft glow on the gently swaying leaves, it’s embrace affecting her and many creatures she’d see scuttling by.

But at the same time, it was rather cruel, as she witnessed many altercations between animals, and refused to intervene. To intervene would be to disrupt the natural order, it would mean that wolf wouldn’t get to eat, even if that fowl got to live another day because of it. Even if she broke it up and aided the bird, it would just fall into the jaws of another creature, prolonging the inevitable. Watching such a death didn’t hurt her heart too terribly, of course she felt bad for the bird, but the beast caught it fair and square. Her form was nestled in the bushes, watching the dark canid go about it’s night, til it’s bright eyes darted around, ears piqued with alertness. Caly was a bit afraid it heard or smelled her, but thankfully it just got back to it’s meal, and soon left.

A spider had crawled upon her from her intrusion in the bush, the young demon quietly lifting her arm to view the small dark creature better in the moonlight. She wasn’t fortunate enough to find a larger one (the colorful ones were her favorite), but this small friend would do for the night. A smile was on her soft lips as she saw it’s tiny, plentiful legs slowly crawl to her fingertip, in which she quietly redirected it to a bush leaf, uttering quiet apologies and excusing herself from the bush.

Calypso always took notice of how similar human structures were to those of nature, maybe not exactly in shape but mostly in spirit. The trees that towered above her reminded her very much of a city’s buildings, however instead of being lit with the handmade electric-powered lights of mankind, their lights were composed only of the moon and stars, sunlight as well. The shadows they cast were serene, but even if she was, in part, a physical representation of the dark and scary things that humans interpret into their minds, she could understand why this place would scare them so much. Sometimes the welcoming twinkle and shine of the stars through the branches weren’t visible. Sometimes it was dark, a strange noise here and there, it was the chilling fear of the unknown.

It would be sickening, finding birds feasting upon the carrion of the fallen in the hands of the night, but the young Asthavon was only enamoured by their work, sitting amongst the crinkled leaves and underbrush, watching as they cleansed the forest floor of the rancid meat and drying bones. To her, they were performing a task just like any creature, and without them there would be stinking bodies laying about, spreading disease to the innocent far more easily. She had read many stories of crows being spiteful, cruel, manipulative creatures, but she never believed those and held them to what they were, stories. They seemed almost done with their fill, some having mild ‘caw caw!’s at each other over the remaining meat. She couldn’t help but chuckle, it was like watching a family argue.

“Hey hey.”

She held out a handful of unwrapped candy to the small murder of dark birds, some staring at her, emotions of caution yet curiosity, did she sense. She knew she’d get a fine pecking if she left wild birds to eat from her hand, so she just lied the sweets in a small pile, made a wide step backwards, and crouched down to see how they would react. Two paced around it, confused, poking at it, til they finally indulged in the sweetness. Two or three made a few hops towards her, as she did a little shrug, quietly telling them that she didn’t have any more. Well, it was a big fat lie, but she didn’t want to feed them anymore than she needed to. Again, was a simple experiment to see if they’d even eat it, not to let them gorge themselves on sweets.

And thus after that, she ran off into the night, hopefully the dark creatures didn’t come after her to continue begging. Perhaps was a good time to find a place to sleep.

Swimming is always weird, that’s what Calypso always thought whenever she was in the water. Today she took a rather fantastic trip… Undersea. Yeah, having the odd transportation method of passing behind objects doesn’t lead to the best outcomes at times, and there was always a 5.5% chance she’d end up in the sea by mistake. Doesn’t help that her mind didn’t really allow for the best of focus, but having a lot to think about was fine. Not as if your capabilities and energy depended on your mind’s functions. So here she was, sitting on the rotting remains of some wrecked ship, several miles underwater. Probably in the hundreds, wasn’t a problem to her however. She could hold her breath pretty long, even if she actually really didn’t need to breathe. As long as she didn’t think about it the urge to take in oxygen wouldn’t mess with her.

Her surroundings were pretty calm, if anything, the sea itself was pretty calm. It reminded her of… Wait, what did this remind her of? She was about to reminiscent but she wasn’t sure what memories it triggered. Were there any memories to trigger? Probably was part of her imagination, but sitting on a deteriorating piece of metal was getting boring. Actual swimming would be the best way to sate it, thus she spawned some extra limbs to help her swim and took off.

Again, swimming was weird to her, it felt like some memory itching in the back of her mind wanting to come forth but it just didn’t have the strength to come to. Several creatures swam by her, fish and other weird stuff that didn’t fit into fish. She was entertained watching some schools swim about… Just to be snacked upon by bigger fish. Nature was cruel but beautiful, was the message she was constantly reminded of in her little trips around.

She did a casual swim, til she felt something bonk into her leg, it felt round and kind of smooth, like she touched a frog. Then again, she didn’t know about any big, round frogs that liked touching legs. She turned to look at what touched her, and her heart nearly shot out of her chest.

It was an orca!

Well she knew she didn’t have too much to worry about, wild Earth animals tended to be more pacifistic towards her, she was never sure why. Always guessed it was because of her nature, but it was probably something else she didn’t realize. Didn’t matter, this little (big) fellow kept bonking it’s snout against her body, which got her confused. She could sense it’s emotions, seemed like it just wanted some company right now. Reasonable, she had read offhandedly that these guys and their ‘cousins’ were pretty smart, pretty social. She was just surprised it didn’t just mess around with it’s orca buddies and poked at random ol’ her swimming in the sea.

How was she supposed to play with an orca, though? She wasn’t sure if she could handle changing her shape into one, sounded like too much mass. Still was weird that it was just here by itself and now swimming around her and poking at her curiously. She patted whatever body part was closest to her, probably this whole orca playing thing wouldn’t be too hard, seemed content with just being petted.

...The concerning part was when she saw about five more shadows approach, and soon had a whole harem of 6 whales nuzzling or poking at her for attention. It went from cute to uncomfortable really fast, thankfully these guys couldn’t crush her with their love. But, she decided to take an exit ticket on this seaventure of whale proportions, immediately going down and using one of the whales to pass by in order to get to land.