02-24-2019, 08:42 AM
For days there has been only sand beneath his hooves, only the strength of his limbs to hold him upright. The kelpie imagines he can feel himself drying out, much like the saltwater that dripped away from his tangled mane and lifted from his jewel-toned scales by the sun. There is more room in a mind that is not waterlogged, and that is the kelpie's least favorite part.
Emotion is the worst of it, but plans for the future had begun to lift their heads above the water as well. He means to drown them as he has before, and as the water closes around his scaled body he feels them slip away at last.
The kelpie sighs, feeling the ripple of the exhaled water against the more sensitive scales of his neck. His eyes are closed, and he opens them in the dim world beneath the sea. The ocean floor stretches ahead of him, far more beautiful than the tropical island above. He flips back to look at the shore in a spiral of movement that would have been impossible without the muscular tail that replaces his horsehair one, suspended nearly upside down and held there comfortably by the tepid water.
The shoreline is no longer empty.
It had been, a moment ago when he had dove into the water from an empty beach. Yet there, between the emerald jungle and his turquoise ocean now stands a mare with golden locks and a belly as pale as the sand. He knows her name but it slips away from him in the water, as does the knowledge that she is not the best choice of prey. Ivar knows not to hunt those who might be missed, but the kelpie is less cautious..
"You came back." He says over the crash of the waves, drifting nearer to the shore. She'd wanted friendship, he remembers as air fills his lungs again. Ivar had wanted more - he always wants more - and wonders if perhaps he might soon be in a position to take it.
@[Kensa]
Emotion is the worst of it, but plans for the future had begun to lift their heads above the water as well. He means to drown them as he has before, and as the water closes around his scaled body he feels them slip away at last.
The kelpie sighs, feeling the ripple of the exhaled water against the more sensitive scales of his neck. His eyes are closed, and he opens them in the dim world beneath the sea. The ocean floor stretches ahead of him, far more beautiful than the tropical island above. He flips back to look at the shore in a spiral of movement that would have been impossible without the muscular tail that replaces his horsehair one, suspended nearly upside down and held there comfortably by the tepid water.
The shoreline is no longer empty.
It had been, a moment ago when he had dove into the water from an empty beach. Yet there, between the emerald jungle and his turquoise ocean now stands a mare with golden locks and a belly as pale as the sand. He knows her name but it slips away from him in the water, as does the knowledge that she is not the best choice of prey. Ivar knows not to hunt those who might be missed, but the kelpie is less cautious..
"You came back." He says over the crash of the waves, drifting nearer to the shore. She'd wanted friendship, he remembers as air fills his lungs again. Ivar had wanted more - he always wants more - and wonders if perhaps he might soon be in a position to take it.
@[Kensa]