Niy looked at the night sky and took a deep breath, the sight of the world hidden underneath her green eyelids. She felt her curly long red hair gently sway with the caressing night breezes and breathed with a rhythm that seemed to swell and release with the pace of the world. Her Namek eyebrow bulges melted from a furrowed scowl to a soothed tranquil expression, something very rare. But then again she herself was pretty unusual, so even this exceptional emotion fit to her style. Her navy blue baggy pants billowed and gathered its folds in the wind and her white armor and tucked cape echoed the same movements, fluttering wordlessly in the wind. The folds of cloth on her white armor flapped and wrapped themselves around its battered and bruised edges, as if clinging to the memory of pain that had marked itself blatantly on her woven coverings.
She sighed and opened her eyes, her mouth reforming into the disgusted, dissatisfied scowl that constantly plagued her smooth feminine grace. She forced herself out of nature's balance and charged forward onto a different rhythm, her own rhythm, taking each following breath with pride and a lust for more. It was all she ever cared for, and it was all she ever wanted. To breathe was an act of defiance in itself, and the more she breathed, the more she new that she could battle life, battle destiny, and battle the lurking death that hid in the shadows that fleetingly traced her feet. So she inhaled with the need a starving child has for the food it longs to eat, and the longing a forgotten man has in a desert for water he can not find. She breathed and she breathed and she breathed.
And then she picked her feet up and walked. She let her pointed shoes sink into the cool wet sand and she walked into the ocean. The salty taste bit her tongue and the waves grappled with her legs as they threatened to tow her into its mighty grasp, but she walked steady, her purpose thick and firm, into the darting waves. The waves splashed and rippled like the rising and swelling of a giant creature's lungs that seemed to awake and roll into life. But she kept on walking, stride by stride right into the ocean's mouth. Stride by stride by stride by stride.
And then she ran. Niy raced almost fervently into the roaring frothing jaws of the monstrous sea. She waded through the murky tide, baring her white fangs, mimicking the water's rage. Splish-splash, splish-splash, splish-splash she waded into doom. A whipping tail of spray stung her side, but it did not deter or alter her from her course. The monster receded into deeper waters, waters several times higher than Niy's head.
Niy smiled smugly for an instant and then leaped above the waves and into the air.
And Niy flew. Calling upon her ki, Niy spiraled into the air and felt the burning of her power lick and stoke her blood. The ocean slithered to larger waters and deeper depths, making it harder and harder for Niy to keep up. Niy grimaced and pushed herself for all she was worth, summoning all the ki she could muster. She gaped in astonishment as she felt the burning sensation slip away. She wavered and dipped in the air, gasping and wobbling, trying to regain some amount of self control. She felt the ki's warmth fade and the frozen state of nothingness chill her spine. Screaming, she dived awkwardly into the water. She closed her mouth and pushed herself to the surface, sucking and gulping huge breathes of frosty salted air that disarmed her and made her cough in giant tremors that shook her whole body. Her clothes and cape weighted her down and with each struggling kick hugged her body, hampering her agility and movement. The ocean whirled around her as it circled its prey. The cape lashed itself around Niy as she used one arm to battle to keep her afloat. Above her she stared in horror as the shifting muscles of the water and its grinning teeth of white sea foam snarled with it's spitting spray and roared with it's lashing limbs of underwater currents.
"No, no," she screamed in denial, "You cannot take my breath from me. You cannot take it away!"
The ocean slammed its entire force into her in a final roar of ferocity and pulled her downwards, into the giant black pit of its stomach. Niy's lungs turned to ice as she tried to intake more air, but the ocean pummeled into her open mouth and nose and claimed her as its own. Niy's cold blue eyes flashed, faded, and rolled themselves clumsily into the back of her head. Her body drifted into the blackness. Down and down and down and black.