09-10-2018, 07:03 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
One moment he’s looking at the water surface, and spots a dark form beneath that he suspects is the kelpie girl he knows.
The next there is pulling, a force unknown, definitely not the cute mermaid he met over a year ago, teeth so sharp he feels the pain much later than the actual bite takes place. By then he realizes that a kelpie might be dangerous and life-threatening, by then the water fills his lungs because the shock of being pulled in comes to late. By then, his body is burning for the lack of oxygen in his veins, veins that are on his front right upper leg already torn and emptying their contents in the water. By then, the surprise and shock in his dark brown eyes loses it’s spark and grows empty, lifeless.
He realizes he has died when he feels distached - again - from his body and sucked away to the grey area of the afterlife. It happened so quick that he would have welcomed it, but, by Ice Fairy’s decree he is not allowed in, again. There is a force of magic like a wall, and he slams into it. Would have hurt if he still had a body, he muses humourlessly. Then there’s a sensation of being sucked back, pulled back, and he is back under the water.
The change at first is only evident in his eyes. Their lifelessness makes their colour glazy and grey, then white, then an icy blue. He blinks once, twice, seeing the Kelpie staring at him with a mixed-feelings-expression. One is recognition, like waking up from a drowsy dream, one still hungry.
Hungry.
Suddenly there’s no lifelessness in him any more. His blood is boiling and has run cold at the same time, and his skin closes when the immortal-magic heals him faster than should be expected. But where the wound closes, there’s a shimmer, a ripple on his skin. Scales cover him, expanding from her bite like it has been contagious. He blinks again and determines that her warm-blooded body is sharply reddish against the bluish of the cold water, spying her between his own cold leftover blood easily in heat vision. And he makes a growling sound, unnatural to a horse, as he spits out the water like he’d drank it instead of choked on it.
But it’s not water. It’s chunks of ice, a beam of extreme cold, directed roughly at the cause of his second death. A little lower mayhaps; a tail fin covered in a chunk of ice that will surely melt soon, but not soon enough to follow him when he resurfaces.
He gets out and stares at the water, then the scarring scaly tissue on his leg, then finds a way to switch vision again. What just happened?
The next there is pulling, a force unknown, definitely not the cute mermaid he met over a year ago, teeth so sharp he feels the pain much later than the actual bite takes place. By then he realizes that a kelpie might be dangerous and life-threatening, by then the water fills his lungs because the shock of being pulled in comes to late. By then, his body is burning for the lack of oxygen in his veins, veins that are on his front right upper leg already torn and emptying their contents in the water. By then, the surprise and shock in his dark brown eyes loses it’s spark and grows empty, lifeless.
He realizes he has died when he feels distached - again - from his body and sucked away to the grey area of the afterlife. It happened so quick that he would have welcomed it, but, by Ice Fairy’s decree he is not allowed in, again. There is a force of magic like a wall, and he slams into it. Would have hurt if he still had a body, he muses humourlessly. Then there’s a sensation of being sucked back, pulled back, and he is back under the water.
The change at first is only evident in his eyes. Their lifelessness makes their colour glazy and grey, then white, then an icy blue. He blinks once, twice, seeing the Kelpie staring at him with a mixed-feelings-expression. One is recognition, like waking up from a drowsy dream, one still hungry.
Hungry.
Suddenly there’s no lifelessness in him any more. His blood is boiling and has run cold at the same time, and his skin closes when the immortal-magic heals him faster than should be expected. But where the wound closes, there’s a shimmer, a ripple on his skin. Scales cover him, expanding from her bite like it has been contagious. He blinks again and determines that her warm-blooded body is sharply reddish against the bluish of the cold water, spying her between his own cold leftover blood easily in heat vision. And he makes a growling sound, unnatural to a horse, as he spits out the water like he’d drank it instead of choked on it.
But it’s not water. It’s chunks of ice, a beam of extreme cold, directed roughly at the cause of his second death. A little lower mayhaps; a tail fin covered in a chunk of ice that will surely melt soon, but not soon enough to follow him when he resurfaces.
He gets out and stares at the water, then the scarring scaly tissue on his leg, then finds a way to switch vision again. What just happened?
@[Deiti]
Tadaa
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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