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She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - Aquaria - 11-12-2019 Come down to river
Let it bring you to the sea
Come down to the river
Come on down
Back to me
She sang as she bathed, water coursing over and around the generous curves of her. Bubbles darted too and fro, between her legs and river's banks. The dainty sea mare liked the river, the way it never flowed too far from the sea. It was a comfort to know all water belonged only to itself. She was a water nymph, and belonged only to herself too. It only made sense. Once I was a dreamer
My boat she carried me
I rode her down the river
And she took me to the sea
She crooned to herself, splashing in the shallows where little fish would swim in the summer. Now it was cold, the edges of the water crusted in ice. Frigid, except where she touched it. The water answered her, even so far from the sea. They were all connected, anyway. So the water here was warm as a hot spring, a perfect bath that swirled and whirled in a most pleasing way. The world was going mad all around her. So much fear and anger filled the air. Why not push it away for a while, and simply take a bath? Mama had a baby
She was pretty as could be
She loved me like a lady
But my heart lived in the sea
Come down to the river...
She hummed, silver winter sun gleaming on her wet scales. Let it bring you to the sea...
Her finned crest hung sleeky down her shoulders, tail fanned out on the rippling surface of the water. Come down to the river...
Her purple eyes lifted, dewy in the light. "Hello," Her song broke off to greet the newcomer. @[laura RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - atrox - 11-16-2019 hangman hooded, softly swinging; don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive ATROX | THE PANTHER KING RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - Aquaria - 11-17-2019 It is a cat that watches her, though unlike any cat she'd ever seen before. There had been lynx tracks once, in the snowy Taiga, and she knew whoever owned them was no small creature. Compared to the ebon feline who lurked on the bank however, they must be hardly anything at all. Her greeting had been light, offhanded. It had been said carelessly before she turned to see exactly who or what had come upon her. She had not expected much, and yet managed to be surprised anyway. Her ears flicked back to see his massive paws, the saber teeth she knew must be hiding behind the midnight velvet of his lips. That he spoke took a moment to register. Oh. A shifter, then, like Aodhán on the beach. A cat hiding a horse at it's heart. That's what she hoped, and what made the most sense to the sea mare. And just like Aodhán, this shifter seemed to make no concession for manners. Perhaps that was simply the way with such creatures. The pearly woman grinned sardonic at the lazing creature, eyes glinting through the steam of her bath. "Well, if you can't do something well, it should at least be done with enthusiasm." She shrugged, a little amused. Shrieking? That was a first, perhaps such big cats had especially sensitive ears. That, or he was just a trigger fish, apt to strike just for the sake of striking. She was finding she had little patience for the type. With her swimming gait, the nereid walked to the edge of the river. It was cold away from the water she had warmed, crystal droplets falling away from her scales in a soft dripdripdripping. Steam rose from her back as she climbed the bank, eyes never leaving the black cat perched on the clay. A feisty grin split her pink lips as she neared, only to pause feet away. With no further warning, her body twisted and quaked with abandon, shaking vigorously and sending a spray of glittering droplets up and out to fall back to the earth. If a few managed to make it so far as her voyeur, well, perhaps it served him right. A sigh of satisfaction exhaled in a puff of mist, her expression daring as she looked the huge feline closer. He was a lovely thing, from an aesthetic point of view. All steely muscle cloaked in rich black fur. His slit pupiled eyes almost glowed from within. Those heavy paws, she knew instinctively, hid claws of enormous power. A perfect predator. And he dared to disturb her bath. "You know it's not very nice to spy on ladies when they're bathing. One might think you were up to no good." She scolded, throaty voice hardly higher than a whisper. If he had such sensitive hearing, then surely he'd have no trouble hearing her now. Not when she stood so close. @[atrox] RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - atrox - 11-17-2019 hangman hooded, softly swinging; don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive ATROX | THE PANTHER KING RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - Aquaria - 11-18-2019 She moves like a dancer, every muscle choreographed and supple as the water parted to let her pass. Wide eyed as a doe, the nereid smiled in a mockery of innocence when she felt his yellow gaze follow her motion. There was magic in her bones, in her skin. In the very air she exhaled. Magic that she was only just beginning to take an active participation in. She enjoyed the feeling of being looked at. Of being desired. And for all that he had not said much of anything, she could feel the hunger in those golden eyes. He does not react as strongly to her scattering of water as she had hoped he would, simply peeling the lips from his teeth in a humorless smile. She returned it, all glittering carapace with no hint of tender heart behind it. The pale woman was learning, and it growing wiser with each new creature she encountered. This was not a one who would appreciate the softness that she hid inside. Her head dipped in acknowledgment of the black creature's brief assessment, the words dripping like viscous sap from his tongue. It was the voice you would expect a big cat to have. "Yes. But better bold than a scaredy cat." Amusement shone in the amethystine depths of her eyes. Another step carried her within his reach, should he choose to stretch out with a velvet pad. Brave or stupid, it was a fine line, one she frequently walked both sides of. It was dim behind him, the riverside vegetation casting shadows across the water and cloaking the incongruous pair with dappled light. She blinked as he spoke, gaze focused on the midnight pelt that covered him. Was it as soft as it looked? Not very nice, always up to no good. He was her antithesis, and it struck a curious chord in the sea mare. She had a response primed, something clever and biting. The words died on her tongue. Figures, incorporeal whisps of shadow made real. They emerged from the gloom without a sound, eyes like blue flames meeting hers over top the panther's broad head. Confidence drained through her feet, mouth suddenly dry and not for any pleasant reason. Mere feet from the water's edge, her gift reacted sporadically to the sudden racing of her heart. The river bubbled at her back, splashing softly against her heels. It was there for her, foolish girl that she was. If there was water near, she was not alone. "You should know," she began, voice low and hardly tremoring. "That there are...things behind you. I can attack, give you time to move out of the way." If her gift even worked on shadow-horse-demon-spirit-things. It was a big if, she worried. But these things were only coming nearer, and watching this stranger be torn to sheds seemed like an awful possibility at the moment. @[atrox] RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - atrox - 11-19-2019 hangman hooded, softly swinging; don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive ATROX | THE PANTHER KING RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - Aquaria - 11-23-2019 He seemed unconcerned by the ghouls at his back. Unconcerned and perhaps even bored. So they were not a surprise to him. Even as they stalked closer, as silent as sharks, she could see that the black cat's focus was far more concerned with the mare in front of him. Her heart quaked a moment, the dawning realization that she had stumbled upon more than she'd bargained for coming to the forefront of her mind. She watched him stretch luxuriously before the cat's form rippled and grew. The black velvet feline was gone, and in his place a feral looking stallion held her gaze. He was every bit as predatory now as he had been when teeth and claws had been there to underscore the message. This turn of events gave her pause, the fine shells of her ears tipping back as her confidence slipped. Her amethyst gaze met the striking yellow of the unknown stallion's, a crease of temper marring her brow. "Are you threatening me?" She asked, incredulous. The absolute nerve of the fellow! She had been minding her own business perfectly fine before he had arrived, and now he was casually brandishing the undead at her as though he owned the place. Well let him try. The ornery black stallion could summon as many zombies as he wanted to, she wasn't budging. He had ruined her bath and she was gearing up to ruin his day. She'd tried to be nice and had gotten nothing but apathetic vitriol in return. "I think it's time you left, whoever you are. Before I make you go." Her teeth bared, the beauty of her face twisting into something warlike. A sheet of icy water crept up the bank to huddle at her heels like an adoring dog. She was not without her own weapons. Hers just happened to be much prettier than his. @[atrox] RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - atrox - 12-08-2019 hangman hooded, softly swinging; don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive ATROX | THE PANTHER KING RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - Aquaria - 12-10-2019 aquaria - THE TIDE IS HIGH, IT'S SINK OR SWIM - Her mistrust of the situation only grew as the seconds ticked by. She was still standing just beneath the stallion who had so recently worn the guise of an inky cat. The predation hadn't left his eyes, the hunger that sang just beneath the surface. - MY ONLY RIVAL IS WITHIN - @[atrox] RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - atrox - 12-14-2019 hangman hooded, softly swinging; don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive ATROX | THE PANTHER KING |