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.
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Deiti