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bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-15-2018 RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-17-2018 The clouds overhead drift slowly, as unhurried as the kelpie below them. Bouyed by the warm tropical waters, the piebald creature drifts in the shallows of the white-sand beaches. With Jhene and Carwyn off to Tephra and Deiti bathing in her pond he has little to occupy him. His hunger is sated (a squid had ventured up from the depths for the last time and he’d enjoyed the crush of it’s keratinous beak between his teeth) and so he does what most apex due with their time: he sleeps. It is a taste in the water that rouses him, tickling against his tongue in a way that is almost familiar. Ivar’s golden eyes blink open instantly, and he spins beneath the water to face the current that has brought him the smell of a not-quite-stranger. He cannot identify it and it grows no stronger (such is the fickleness of the sea) and so he stands. On four hooves, the water reaches just to his withers, and the kelpie shakes the tangle of sodden blue mane from his eyes. With flicking ears and darting eyes, he scans the nearby sea and shoreline until he finds them. A cluster of black and white, blowing manes and sharp eyes that he recognizes even if half of them are strangers. Somewhere – obscured by the mass of bodies that look like her (like them) is his Isobell. He rises from the sea like some mythical leviathan, the saltwater streaming down his jewel-toned scales as he crosses the beach and moves toward them with a single-minded purpose. He can feel her, even at this distance, and he shoulders past the younger horses without a care, determined to find her. Though it has been nearly four years since she had left him, Ivar is unbothered by the passing of time. She’d taken their son and their children (he vaguely realizes this must be them, the twins grown tall and strong), but such is the way of women with wild hearts. She had been unbridled even before he’d turned her; it came as no surprise that she remained as independent with the song of the sea in her veins. A disappointment, perhaps, for a kelpie stallion who wants to keep his possessions nearby, but her refusal to do as she was told has always been part of her allure. “It took you long enough to come home,” he tells her, and only now does he look at the others around them. That is surely Lothbrok, no longer a gawky colt but a man grown. And their twins – Crashe and Kalliope – as fine a pair of kelpies as he might have ever hoped to sire. The other girl is a stranger, but she shares a resemblance to Isobell that Ivar suspects must be a relation. Not a daughter, he decides as he grants her a brilliant smile, but perhaps a sister. Were they purple as most of his conquests have been of late, he might have suspected both. “But…” He pauses, rolling his shoulders in a magnanimous shrug, “Welcome to Ischia. It’s mine.” His last kingdom had been a landlocked realm too far from the sea. This place though, is surely where he belongs. @[Isobell] <3 RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-17-2018 RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-17-2018 I missed you, she says against the arched crest of the kelpie’s neck, soft words whose meaning is solidified in the way Isobell pulls him tightly to her chest. “Of course you did,” He replies against the curve of her ear, quiet enough that only she will hear, each syllable clearly spoken through a smile. When he pulls away it is to look at her with an adoring smile, an expression that has not been shaped by his scaled lips in nearly half a decade. Her absence had been overlong, he realizes in a brief moment of emotional clarity More than all the others, Isobell has always been Ivar’s favorite. She would fight him long after reason, full of fury and fire that he has only ever been able to find semblances of since her disappearance. The women of Beqanna are soft and fragile, sustenance that never truly feeds the hunger, pale candles against the blazing wildfire of his dragon-born wife. They are easy prey though, so gentle and willing, so eager to follow a handsome stranger in a dance beneath the waves. But none have satisfied him. Not in the way that Isobell can, the way only a woman of his own kind might. Here around them are proof of this: three fine kelpies that she’d borne him, with no struggle to conceive like the rest of his harem, no weak and land-bound daughters. The reminder of this brings a sudden heat to the way he holds her, a firmer hold as his mouth slides down the line of her neck to brush against the scars he had left her. A sharp inhale is the only sign of his visceral reaction to the way his serrated teeth brush gently against the long-healed wounds, and then he is drawing back with that same smile that he has only ever found for her. “You’re staying?” he asks, but Isobell will know it is a command. The children too, he suspects, they will understand the safety that comes from being near family, near the sea. There is one he is doubtful of, the girl who quivers at Lothbrok’s side. Ivar had looked at her dismissively before, considering her less important than Isobell and his children. This opinion doesn’t change as he licentiously traces the lines of her piebald shape, knowing the direction of his gaze is hidden by the way he holds Isobell to him. Not family, not his (yet), she is of less interest than the parrots that caw in the jungle. He does glance toward the greenery for a moment as he pulls away from Isobell, a reasonable area for him to have been observing as he held her, and then takes another step back to meet the kelpie woman’s gaze squarely. “You’ve returned at a pivotal moment in Beqanna,” he tells them all, though his golden eyes remain mostly on Isobell. “I intend to make Ischia the ruling kingdom of the west. I can’t help but think Fate might have brought you back to help.” Fate is an omnipotent presence in the life of the kelpie, a being with a fondness for the jewel-toned stallion, a benevolent hand when he was in need of a turn of good luck. Surely it is responsible for the return of a queen to his shore just when he was in most desperate need of one, responsible for the tangible reminder of his virility in the shape of three water-born offspring. He’d prefer the children were gone in this particular moment, he thinks as his eyes catch on the downward curve of Isobell’s throat, but with the world opening around him he is certain he will have plenty of opportunities to show Isobell exactly how much he has missed her as well. @[Isobell] RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-18-2018 RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-19-2018 Ivar has never made a secret of his licentious ways, nor does he not flaunt them. Though Isobell will know which women Ivar has taken without his saying a word, the kelpie stallion knows that his tobiano paramour will not let them make her feel any less. The frantic pulse of her heartbeat is a familiar beat to the sapphire scaled creature, and he presses one gold-tipped ears to her neck for just a moment to better hear it. When she agrees, as docile as he might have hoped, Ivar pulls away with a grin, pressing a single command of happy into the fragile skin of her throat before he goes. “Thank you,” he says as she ushers the children away to meet the other residents of Ischia. There are few of them, Ivar knows, but he prefers it that way. A smaller population is easier to control. There is only Jhene and Carwyn and Deiti, and perhaps that odd lizard he’d seen on the northern isle. It hunts in a way that does not interfere with Ivar’s habits and the kelpie does not begrudge it a small space in his kingdom. “They’re almost adults,” Ivar says as he watches them go, the piebald collection of their children. It brings a sense of very primal satisfaction, the knowledge that he – that the two of them – have made such creatures. For a mortal creature, there is little better than this, and he nods decisively, rather proud. Time to find good matches for them, or at least time to start thinking about it, and possibly past time to make sure they know how to keep their violence beneath the water. When he looks back to find Isobell seeking his gaze, the golden-eyed kelpie smiles. “Come swim with me.” He says, taking a step back toward the surf. “I’ve missed swimming with you.” The kelpie adds, knowing that this is also close as he will ever come to telling Isobell he had missed her, and knowing that she will be able to read beneath that and know what he means. @[Isobell] RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-22-2018 RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-23-2018 He would not begrudge Isobell her own paramours anymore than he had minded Wishbone’s. He would, of course, slaughter any stallion he might find her with as readily as he would drown any colt she bore to another man. The kelpie’s patterns of behavior remain the same whether he rules a tiny island or a chain of them; it is surely some twist of fate he has been allowed to continue on this long. Fate and a healthy dose of caution; he had learned his father’s lessons well. With Isobell watching their children Ivar takes a last moment to look at Mist, and by the time his wife turns back to him the kelpie has decided to find out if her sister will bear him kelpies as well. The idea brings a smile to his scaled lips, one that broadens at Isobell’s firm spoken commands. “As you wish, Khaleesi.” The stallion responds, all thoughts but the silver-eyed mare disappearing as his predatory gaze fixes only on her. Hunting season is year round for the kelpie, but it is no longer autumn, and the safety of catch-and-release has ended. When he surges after her toward the sea, it is with the knowledge that she will not rise again above the water until he has drained her of every drop of blood and her lifeless body rises toward the surface. Picturing the image causes a primal growl to resonate from his chest, and Ivar reaches a hungry mouth toward her flesh only to have her dart away. He follows a pace behind her, noting that her time in the sea has made her body even stronger than he remembers. Lean muscle quivers beneath thighs that are no longer soft and pliable, and Ivar runs his serrated teeth over them for a moment before diving into the sea. The sea swallows him, an embrace that has never failed. The saltwater swallows the jewel-toned kelpie, but he remains visible in the prisitine water, smiling from where he floats, fully shifted. A long, lightly finned tail strokes against the current, as do occasional flicks of his four clawed feet and broad fin-like wings. The mouth that he grins from rests in a too lovely face, one that is not marred by the excessive number of sharp teeth in his long jaw. “Come down,” he says, and even if she cannot hear him above the water there is no doubting the invitation in his pointed golden gaze. Isobell will come below the water and give herself to him like a good wife, and he will use her as he sees fit. It’s been weeks since his last kill. With Kylin fled to Ischia he’s been all but starving, but the temptation to kill one of his consorts had not yet been too strong to resist. But Isobell, strong Isobell, she will come back. And for that he will make sure that her death is the most painless thing. Unless, of course, she is still the warrior he remembers. The Princess of Nerine had never wanted to submit to Ivar the way she should, and the fight of it has always marked her as special. There were others that he enjoys but they are all soft and submissive. Good mares, but not good kelpies. It’s Isobell he has been waiting for. “Come down,” Ivar repeats, and swims further out to sea where the water is deep and crystal clear and the coral reefs begin. @[Isobell] you wanted a novel right? RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Random Event - 11-29-2018 @[Isobell] is safe from the plague. For now. (rolled a 6) RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 12-30-2018 @kahzie |