Just playing with my gills "defect". If someone has the muse to save a dying fish pony by helping her into the water so she can breathe she'd be forever thankful XD
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[open] A God's Creation
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03-23-2024, 04:46 PM
D eiti A God's Creation | Carnage X Dynast Just playing with my gills "defect". If someone has the muse to save a dying fish pony by helping her into the water so she can breathe she'd be forever thankful XD //Equus Kelpus-Immortality\\
03-23-2024, 05:56 PM
don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years A siren song drifts through the air, beckoning him and only him with soft dulcet notes and promises of something to soothe his frazzled nerves. But he is still filled with sticky, suffocating clouds of anxiety. The music calls him to the place he had never been, the home that would have been had he been born with pure Baltian blood. He knows that they cannot be there, for the girls are ill-suited to life underwater, so why does the water beckon him so relentlessly? He walks beside the river even though using his aquatic form to swim is far more expeditious. His leg feathers wave in the breezes stirred by his robotic plodding gait, their Stratosian origins seeming to cry for him to stop, to sway him from his course. But he presses on, the landscapes blurring together as he continues southward until he reaches the barren Ruins. A flooded area lays in his path and he pauses at the edge, the briny scent so prominent that it makes his gills flutter (though whether with excitement or dread is to be determined). He stares into the murk, wondering how deep the water goes. He lingers, toying with the idea of entering the water here, but the anxiety creeps over him again and he skirts the pool slowly. The cry reaches him just as the ocean comes into view, but it does not fully register in the whirling vortex of his mind. As he places the first hoof into the salted water, the gasps of desperation finally catch his attention and turns to see the oil-slick mare several paces away, stumbling toward the same destination. Surprise washes over him as embarrassed heat flames at his cheeks. How could he have missed her? The wheels finally begin turning more quickly and it moves him into action. He rushes to her as fast as his gangly legs allow and as he pulls up alongside her, his mouth opens to ask what ails her. His slitted blue eyes notice the waving gills along her neck, and he realizes she needs to be in the water now. They are so close, but she seems on the verge of collapsing. He swiftly moves so that his chest presses against her hind quarters and he heaves with all of his might, hoping that it will get her far enough that when she does inevitably fall, her front end will be submerged and she can start breathing properly. Just one breath, that’s all he wants for this stranger. EDDIE for Ian
03-24-2024, 02:45 PM
D eiti A God's Creation | Carnage X Dynast @eddie I feel like this starts out funny, so my vision is she's basically on the verge of death and walking the line between eternal life or damnation. Since neither comes she discovers her immortality. Falling into the water is also her falling back into the world of the living. Her body is pulled into the sea and she puts everything together with the gills. I figure as long as she is touching water she can breathe... Idk XD
03-25-2024, 08:48 PM
don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Relief floods every neuron of his body as she lands exactly where he had intended. He is not entirely surprised to see the tail that erupts where her legs had been; no, he had suspected she was some aquatic hybrid (like himself). He supposes that she must be new to the form, for he can’t imagine any experienced water creature allowing themselves to fall into such a desperate state. When she is pulled beneath the surface, he hesitates, wondering if he should follow to make sure she is still safe. He is not worried that she will drown, but he is concerned that perhaps they were not fast enough and that she is still breathless in the water. Before he can move to action, she resurfaces and he notices the discomfort in her features as she attempts to breathe like a land horse. She calls out to him, but he does not see fit to remain on the shore any longer. Not if it would cause her further distress. He moves to meet the waves, careful not to head directly toward her, to not give her any indications that he has ill intentions. As he passes by where she lays, half-submerged, he pauses. “My name is Eddie. Care to join me?” He motions for her to follow as he casually slips below the surface. Once fully submerged, he makes his own transformation. The grey and black tentacles stretch luxuriously in the swift currents and propel him several feet deeper into the murk. He has not used his aquatic form since just before he’d gone to the Mountain. For just the tiniest fraction of time, the emptiness in his heart fills. Perhaps not fully, but just enough to bathe him in a measure of comfort. Not forgetting the mare, he pivots, tentacles swirling around him with more grace than his equine limbs could ever hope to display. He looks expectantly toward the shore to see if she has accepted his invitation. EDDIE for Ian @ Deiti
03-26-2024, 09:08 AM
don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years He should be more cautious, he knows this. Considering the kraken blood that runs in his family, he knows that dangerous creatures lurk in every dark inch of the sea. Considering that he is merely a shifter, and not even a full shifter, he knows he has no true defense toward such creatures. As he sees that she has indeed followed, sees the mouth full of cutting teeth, he realizes that he has chosen to keep company with such a creature. But he doesn’t care. Frankly, his sense of self-preservation has dwindled in the years that followed the disappearance of his family. It has gotten harder and harder to believe that they are still alive. Even if they are, they must have been left behind in whatever remained of their old home and he has no way of returning to their world. Death might not be such an unwelcome guest. He would at least be reunited with his idol, his kraken-like hero. His brother. But despite his despair, there is still that small piece of him that is afraid of what comes after life has been scrubbed away. Wonders if there is truly an afterlife in which he would actually find his loved ones. As it were, his recklessness is not nearly as foolhardy as it could be. So, he chokes down the doom and gloom. Instead, he smiles as he watches the undulating form circle him as though she might prey on him after all. He mimics her actions, his tentacles spreading wide and quickly closing (much like an umbrella) to propel him lazily through the water so that she can’t quite get behind him again. “You seem far more comfortable here in the water.. may I ask how you ended up on land?” No, he is not ready to become someone else’s meal. Not yet. He can only hope that his crooked smile is charming enough to engage her in conversation. Now that he has moved past his dark thoughts, he is truly curious about the aquatic mare. EDDIE for Ian @ Deiti
04-14-2024, 11:39 AM
don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years In the deepest recesses of his being, he can feel the urge to give in to the temptation she clearly lays before him. Yet, he senses something that lurks behind the lovely face, something more dangerous than the evident shark’s grin as she watches him. He continues to match her circling pace even as she draws closer, refusing to expose his back while simultaneously revealing his quiet distrust. His head tilts when she states that she was looking for something. Whatever it is, it must be of great value for her to ignore her body’s base requirements in order to discover its location. Well, he supposes he could relate on some level. Here he is, venturing into the ocean, unsure if his own body can tolerate the crushing pressures of the depths, but still pushed by a greater need to test the waters. Her question does not go unheard, but he does not answer just yet, distracted as she finally sidles close enough to make contact. There is a false reassurance in her touch, a promise that she is more irreproachable than her appearance suggests. Still, there is a coldness, a craftiness that radiates from her. This leads him to propel himself a bit deeper into the water, creating some distance between them without making it obvious. He speaks as he moves, voice surprisingly steady though he is uncomfortable. “I live on land most of the time. However, I was thinking of visiting Baltia. Perhaps you could tell me more of these waters’ history while I start my journey?” EDDIE for Ian @ Deiti
04-16-2024, 09:50 AM
don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years The tension that had begun building in his body relaxes as she makes no further advances as they move deeper into the ocean. He listens, occasionally making small noises to match the information she reveals, but otherwise silent as she speaks of her home. When she mentions that her home is gone, jagged barbs of pain and longing prod at his heart, threatening to pierce the pulsing muscle and spill his blood and overwhelming emotions into the salted water. He swallows hard, forcing the lump in his throat down to where (he feels that) it belongs. If she seeks someone to commiserate with, he is an ideal choice, for he knows much of loss; but he is not sure if he is ready to share that side of himself just yet, so he nods stiffly in the brief pause she takes. He considers her statement about the temperature of the water. He had never given it much thought before, for he did not spend much time off land these days. Yes, it is quite warm now; perhaps he will have to visit in the winter, to see if there is much difference then. Realizing that she has not spoken for a fair amount of time, he takes the opportunity to respond. “The warmth is nice, I’m not much of a fan of cold though, so I might be biased. I am sorry to hear that your home is gone. Not being from these parts, I’m not familiar with… Ischia, is it? Would you mind describing it? I am curious as to what this place used to be like...” ’…before I was ripped away from my family and was brought here’ is what he means to say when his words trail into silence again, but he cannot quite bring himself to voice the thought yet. He watches her as she twists and turns even further into the depths and he cannot help but admire the flashes of light, the rainbow colors that dance along her scales. The black tips of his tentacles swirl in a delicate, dizzying manner as he uses them to propel himself after her. When he has caught up, he responds to her queries. “I’m actually not sure how far Baltia is from here. I’ve never been, all I know is that it lies at the heart of the sea.” His head bobs affirmatively as he continues, “You are welcome to come along if you like. I’m not sure if I can actually get there… it may be too deep for me.” He is grateful that the fairy of the Mountain had given him a chance to prove himself worthy of the kraken’s abilities. If his suspicions are confirmed today, at least it might be possible to reach Baltia someday. Whether he’ll find what he’s been searching for, well, that’s something he has less faith in these days. EDDIE for Ian @ Deiti |
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