04-16-2021, 08:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-16-2021, 08:10 PM by Claudia.)
The swim from Ischia to the Forest’s shore takes her a few days. She takes her time, fishing, swimming, playing with the orcas along her way. She barely wanders away from Ischia, it’s been her home her whole life, she has everything she could need there. Her family is there, well, the ones she knows anyway. Her mother, her father and brother all haunt the tropical lands in one corner or another. And she, like her father, keeps to the sea often. It is where the meat is, because unlike her father, she doesn’t eat her friends (not yet, anyway?). It’s much easier to stay close to one’s food. Although she’s been known to be keen on land loving meat too – the occasional deer, or rabbit. She licks her lips, mmm, venison. She ponders the thought of snatching something a bit more than fish.
She stays far beneath the toiling waves, the moonlight hanging bright above the curling and crashing waves of the silvery lit sea. Her teeth glow big and brilliant, their long and sharp profile obvious, her eyes lighting the same glowing blue. She swims fast under the surface, her kelpie form streamlined for the water, she’s truly at home in the sea, graceful, lightening quick. She breaks the surface, popping her head up to look toward the beach. It’s empty, the moon lighting it up so she can see that no one haunts the sands in front of the dense forest.
She approaches and climbs from the waves, her kelpie form slipping away as she emerges. She’s a full horse, bay with her darkened blue points, glowing mismatched eyes. The only thing she keeps are random patches of scales and her sharp, sharp glowing teeth. It makes her feel a bit safer to have them instead of the simple blunt ones of a regular horse. And when hunting, of course, best to have your weapons ready.
Seaweed still clinging to her neatly braided mane, the seawater dripping from her dark coat, she stalks forward into the dark Forest.
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ivar x wrena
open to anyone
she's just wanderin around
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Sabal never really felt comfortable when she was any significant distance from the water. However, she found herself growing more comfortable with the common lands especially in the days following the darkness. She usually frequented the River, but in the last few months she had grown more comfortable with the Forest. She was still hesitant to venture in to the deepest depths of the trees, preferring to stay where she could both hear and smell the water. It’d be foolish to assume that her hesitancy was out of fear, it was more just simple comfort. The easiest way to put it...it was totally a kelpie thing.
Most of the kelpies in Beqanna shared a common bloodline. Sabal had no relationship with her father, which wasn’t really shocking or anything. She also didn’t have daddy issues or anything. She just...had always been on her own. In some ways she fit the kelpie stereotype to a T and in so many other ways she just didn’t fit the bill at all. But Sabal obviously didn’t mind being different. She’d made a life for herself she was damn proud of (most of the time). So while she didn’t have a lot of connections with her blood family, she had a robust family that she’d chosen and built herself. And there was the fact that she still didn’t understand how some of her sisters preferred to hunt in disgusting swamps. No way you’d find her lurking in anything so scummy ever. So gross.
So yeah, Sabal wasn’t really one to stick with the family traditions.
Sabal glows from just inside the treeline, the bioluminescent spots on her body providing a soothing blue glow. She watches as the figure steps from the sea and makes for the trees and she knows that this must be another of her sisters. She knows she should leave it alone, but she’s just so damn curious so before she can stop herself she’s calling out through the trees...
”Good hunting, Sister,” she calls, wondering if it will be enough to distract the other from her hunt...at least for a little while.
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@[Claudia]
When the voice sleuths from the darkness Claudia notices the gentle glow. The sudden presence of another doesn’t alarm her, but delights her. Not in the way it might if the stranger were not also kelpie – something she can feel, see, smell, know right away. “Is it?” she smiles, her voice having a certain reptilian hiss as she turns the other’s greeting around to ask if the hunting is actually worthwhile here.
“Mmm,” she purrs, “I hope so.” she moves like an eel to come stand beside the other woman, grinning to show glowing, razor sharp teeth. She lets scales flash and disappear, turning from fur to shiny scales like water moving over her coat. She feels no need to ask more for now, letting her ambient eyes scan the dim forest ahead, watching for movement, sniffing at the breeze for flesh.
It's a comfort she can’t explain, being with another kelpie. She has had the feeling before, in Ischia, there’s some kelpies – her father being the most notorious and, ahem, virile one. He wasn’t very special to her, nor her to him, but he didn’t want to eat her…which is not the same courtesy his non-kelpie children get, she’s heard. She wondered how distant of sisters they might be, or cousins, or what have you, but she doesn’t bother to pry. She simply enjoys stalking the forest’s shadows for now.
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ivar x wrena
holy shit! so i read this ages ago and LOVED IT and said omg i have to get to that one, i love it,
well, then i forgot because i'm a jackass and im so so so sooooooooooo sorry!
@[Sabal]
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Sabal watches her with open curiosity. Kelpies were usually fairly solitary creatures, but she knew most of the family inhabited the seas around Ischia. Sabal’s heritage was somewhat…atypical. Since she carried a mixture of both nereid and kelpie blood her proclivities were somewhat strange to her full-blooded kelpie siblings. But that didn’t bother her.
Not anymore, at least. It certainly had in childhood seeing as she had a whole series of perfect siblings but she’d known from an early age that she wasn’t cut out for the traditional life.
When she’d forgone fitting in is when she’d really thrived. She’d come into her own, found the place where she belonged and it wasn’t on the shores of Ischia. Plus it was, like, super boring just trying to be like everyone else. And she found that she could still be just as fierce as her brothers and sisters without as much casual murder while still earning a fearsome reputation.
She was the fearsome sea monster of Hyaline, after all. Ehrm.
But that didn’t mean at all that Sabal didn’t like a good hunt. She still vastly preferred her kelpie form to her equine form and very rarely shifted completely into an equine body. She couldn’t really, seeing as her nereid traits were permanent. She hadn’t intended on hunting this night, but seeing one of her kind so singleminded of finding prey has stirred something in Sabal, and she finds herself wanting to feed as well. And the prey here is different than that in Hyaline, that’s for certain.
“Do you live in Ischia with the others?” she asked, wondering if this sister held to the more…traditional values of the extended family.
“My name is Sabal, what’s yours?” She can’t help but ask. She’d rarely met any other kelpies, save for her full-blooded siblings whom she hadn’t seen in years. She hasn’t thought of them in some time, but she does hope that they’re faring well in the darkness.
Then again, kelpies are more adaptable than the average equine. The monsters wouldn’t stand a chance.
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@[Claudia]
don't apologize!!! i'm normally the world's slowest poster, just lucky work is slow right now.
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