Melaina ♀

Intro (Tribute to Anubis) Melaina’s sleek, black hair trailed through the water as her eyes narrowed at the visitors above. Their presence was an intrusion, one she could feel in the rippling water. She prided herself on maintaining grace and control, but their hushed conversation with her father gnawed at her composure. “I can’t help but wonder,” one of the visitors, a soft-spoken man in religious robes, said to Aeon. “Do you believe it’s right to create life this way? Isn’t this… playing god?” Aeon’s calm reply was lost beneath the rushing heat in Melaina’s chest. Her pulse quickened. How dare he say that? They didn’t know what it was like to exist as she did—every cell crafted by intention, every breath a testament to brilliance, not sin. Melaina surged toward the surface, water churning around her. “How dare you make such judgment! I am not some mistake for you to question, you ape!” Her father’s eyes met hers from above. His voice echoed in her mind from earlier that day. “Keep your temper in check. These people must see you at your best.” Her stomach twisted. She swam closer to the ledge, her gaze dropping. She softened, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice quieter. “I lose my patience sometimes.” She looked back at the visitors, who had taken a small step back, unsure how to react. Melaina knew this moment was bigger than her—bigger than any of her frustrations. She had to get it right. “I won’t let it happen again,” she said quietly, though the embers of defiance still burned beneath her composed facade.