Shorkgirl

That Queer Shark 🏳️‍⚧️☭∍⧽⧼∊🦈

  • Sidhe/Fae/They

Oh Yeah, Our name is Aellae on Discord.

A House of Madness
If I am not I
Then who am I
Jewish
Gay Poetry Nerd
Still Searching for Arcadia
Distinctly Abnormal

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Gallery that has Aellae Screenshots - Including the NSFW ones.
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Feel free to ask us anything!
Interact with me? Yes, I luv it
In FFXIV a lot of the time
Moon Code : B4ENK65XV4
Carrd : https://aellae-catte.carrd.co/#
Aellae's Mostly IC Place:
@Dispatches-From-Amaurot


Saturday August 11th 2001 - Evening

The reverie of her thoughts was brought to an end as she was able to mark the familiar sights on the edge of town. The knotwork of streets near the edge of UC Santa Cruz that joined Highway 17 and 1 in their ceaseless snarl of Traffic was crowded as ever. It would only be a few minutes until she was disembarking the touring coach.The sun struggled to set over the lapping waves of the Monterey Bay. It clung to the remaining hours of the day and dappled the beach community with a lingering twilight. The late summer evening brought with it a merciful cooling of the air washing in off the bay. The hills ringing the town of Santa Cruz prevented that blessed reprieve from reaching the parched and sun beaten communities a few miles inland.

Minerva drew a breath in through her mouth, letting that air slowly filter out through her gill slits, the fabric of her t-shirt rippling with the passage of the air. It smelled like home, the salt of the air, the carnitas and fish cooking at a nearby taqueria. The sounds of the boardwalk carrying on the air in all their carnival glory brought the first smile that she’d truly felt in weeks to her lips. The boardwalk was a particularly happy memory for her. Her high school years and the time she spent there with her friends, disregarding rules and the chastising shouts from adults.They were halcyon memories, of days that would never come again.

To call the boardwalk just that was an understatement of gargantuan proportions. Yes it was a boardwalk along the beach, but the food and game stands were hardly the only things dominating that landscape. The massive carousel that was a permanent feature was dwarfed in the shadow of the roller coasters. It was truly an amusement park unto its own, and while it had been a distraction for the youth, it had allowed a brand of mischief all of its own.

That moment of pleasant thought was short lived, the knowledge of why she’d returned here weighed heavily on her mind. Her feet turned away from the coast, and she began the trudge deeper into town, sticking to the side streets and back roads known to skate punks like she had been a lifetime ago.

The walk was good for her, it gave the time for her thoughts to coalesce, for that final ounce of resolve to settle in her gut and become true purpose. She was in town to kill a man, the tiger who had deprived her of family and home. The man who had single handedly carved everything good in her life from her chest and held it before her eyes so she could watch it’s last fleeting gasp of life.

The home that she found standing before her was one that could have been considered large for someone on a public servant’s salary. It was certainly modern construction, a two story affair sided in stucco with an adobe tile roof. The front of the home was framed with large picture windows and a garden that defied the conventional wisdom of rationing water during a drought. A quick hop of the fence allowed the girl easy access to the side door of the garage. The door handle turned easily under her fingers, it wasn’t locked. Now all she had to do was wait. It turned out that she wouldn’t be waiting long.


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