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All that is gold does not glitter; any - Aodhan - 06-18-2019 Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The half-fish hadn’t entirely bothered with his shifting today - most of all, he had simply decided he needed to cool off, and not drown while doing it. As such, the melding of shark and horse was not alike any other. Kelpies and mer-horses were, as far as Aodhán remembered, shifted halfway too but the other way around - a fish tail, not a shark head. Nevertheless he hadn’t bothered trying to familiarize himself with a kelpie, touch them, and take their form. No. Instead, the gold-spotted white hybrid had made his way to the water, touched the first fish he could find, and took it upon himself to change halfway. But only halfway, since he didn’t want to be eaten by a larger fish; in this ridiculous shape at least, he was something unknown and possibly scary to most watery predators, who preferred the small, regular fish. But he had still been on the smaller size when he’d reached the open water. The white shark which he had encountered right after reaching the salty environment, had quickly changed his appearance into something bigger and slightly more threatening to most aquatic life. Besides, any predator of horse-size would have the wit to see that he was able to shift to his heart’s desire, and probably not worth the trouble of attacking for dinner. At least, so he hoped. He had mindlessly followed the river, dismayed that the Taiga he’d known was no longer the simple and free land he had hoped to make his home. If the new people made it theirs, it would be a kingdom, or something close to it, with rules and ranks and such. If Aten stayed on, then the land would be in turmoil for some considerable time longer. This is what had sparked his immediate leaving of the redwood forest, and in such a hurry that he couldn’t be bothered with his ridiculous half-white shark, half-white horse body, paddling through the waters from the rivermouth to whichever island he would find first. Perhaps one was unoccupied. RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Eva - 06-19-2019 breaking like the waves down on the coastline breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink Eva @[Aodhan] RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Aodhan - 06-21-2019 Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The water is warm here, much like he remembers from what feels like ages ago when he’d heeded a fairy’s call to the Island Resort. The blue shells that he brought to them, still mark his sides today, and unbeknownst to him, also cling to the woman’s mane nearby. He remembers seeing some faces that could have been familiar, but no-one seemed to mind him back then. Instead, he remembers how he’d thought he must have been attacked by a sand monster in the very waters where he swims now, and is grateful for his new ability to shift and change into whatever his heart desires. If only for the fact that he won’t have to rest on those mudflats and possibly sink away, right now. Lingering near the shore of a larger island, he contemplates if this might be the Resort or the other large island, Ischia. The only way to find out from his position is to swim entirely around it, which doesn’t honestly appeal to Aodhán. He is, after all, more akin to fire than water, or even to the immovable ice than this fluid, wavy, current-rich state of the liquid. His mind occupied and on top of that, relatively slow, he doesn’t notice the nereid’s legs in the water; and though his subconscious has long since led him towards the source of a lovely female voice, he gets hit by a wave full in the sides, and tumbles over beneath the surface. That is when he finally decides to change, and as such, it is a metallic golden carp, only slightly larger than a horse’s head, making his way over the sand ridges and into the oddly directed new current. When he decides to peek out of the waves, the sight of the insanely beautiful mare leaves him rather speechless, and the only movements he still makes is absentmindedly made with his fins, to ensure he stays in the same spot. Perhaps somewhere in the back of his mind he acknowledges that she might be searching for something, or that he is clearly visible now, being a metallic gleam between the waves that roll to shore. But the green emeralds on his shimmering golden fish-head never fail to keep her in his line of sight, and not a single word seems good enough to describe her beauty and no greeting could ever match the luring sound of her voice. RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Eva - 07-14-2019 breaking like the waves down on the coastline breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink Eva @[Aodhan] RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Aodhan - 07-16-2019 Aodhán ice and fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
She’s looking - she’s watching. He should be scared, but he isn’t. He’s only dreading the moment he needs to act. But as was to be expected, it didn’t take her very long to notice the golden carp, and yet he might have hoped that she hadn’t. If only to keep looking, to admire the purple and sunset combination of eternal, water-based, magical beauty. She was a dream - better not wake up! But she turns, eventually, or very quickly (he hasn’t kept track of time). He blinks at her, but a fish can - thankfully - not look very bashful. Not can it smile, and with a flick of his newly grown fish tail, the carp swims closer to the nereid vision. Passing between her forelegs and then past her, he elongates - an eel, no, a water snake, gold and flecked with white. Making a u-turn, the snake lifts his finned head out of the water, exchanging fins for feathers and thus the transformation into the mythical flying serpent is complete. Or complete enough anyway. ”Not lost, milady.” a handsome, lazy smile spreads across his temporarily reptilian face, large green eyes taking in her form as if still not believing her to be real. But everything about her is perfect, and so is her voice - so he adds a few soft words. ”There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” The words might have been suggestive, but the tone is certainly not - too very much impressed with the other shifter, although he hasn’t seen her non-nereid form as of yet and probably may not, today. @[Eva] RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Eva - 07-27-2019 breaking like the waves down on the coastline breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink Eva @[Aodhan] Sorry this is so late <3 RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Aodhan - 07-28-2019 Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost As a child, he’d always been so easily intrigued by something. Now, new things were scarcer, but they certainly still existed. And his curiosity was never sated when it came to pretty new things. This mare, for one - purple and golden and with a shimmering beauty he could probably not match, scales so fine they could be missed in one looked quickly - she was certainly most intriguing. His shifting abilities came in handy, to keep her entertained, and possibly for her to return a similar obsession. The compelling need to know the other, more completely than before. He wants to know her. Wants to feel her, touch her, see if she’s really real - silently, the sea creature now moves the tail end of his elongated body, caressing a leg softly beneath the surface as he continues their conversation almost casually. ”Well met, Eva. My name’s Aodhán,” he tells her. ”You know, I came to explore the Ischian islands, but I find myself compelled to rather stay with you today. If you don’t mind, that is.” Honestly, if she did mind, then he’d rather not force himself to look at her and feel the pain of seeing her walking away. For now though, there was a tension between them, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw them together, closer, and he’d do nothing rather than wrap around her fully, feel as much of her as possible, carry her with him to see the corals and bright fish of way down deep below - she’s only have to say the word. ”You are a water creature, aren’t you? Have you seen the bottom of the ocean?” he wonders aloud - and carefully asking if she could breathe underwater, just to be sure. Although something inside him tells me she can, and pulling her under may have no other consequences than something completely wonderful, he’d rather make sure. Something, someone, so pretty, deserves to live and to be admired, after all. @[Eva] I’m guessing he gets some base instincts with whatever (mythical) animal he shifts into, so there you go RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Eva - 07-28-2019 breaking like the waves down on the coastline breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink Eva RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Aodhan - 07-28-2019 Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost A nereid - ah, the myths and wonders aren’t lost to the world at all. She’s magic, he knew that all along, though to what extent her scales and beauty protected her, he hadn’t been sure. This though, explained a lot. And perhaps, he muses, he could try to take a form more similar to herself - but it is the large serpent-like form that he keeps now, only exchanging the feathers for gills and fins now. It’s not much of a change - hardly noticed probably. He moves closer to her, eyes fixed on her - oh, she’s got him alright. She’s something he cannot escape for the life of him, and it’s only her invitation that sprouts a moment of clarity - if it can be called clarity at all - ”then that’s what we’ll do,” he figures. He comes forward, headfirst, hesitantly at first in caressing the curve of her jaw as if trying to gauge if that’s allowed, then her neck with more fluidity to it. His snake-shaped body moves over her shoulders and her back, inviting, then somewhat pulling, as he dives down into the water on her other side, his tail end giving her a gentle but firm nudge to come with. There is no talking underneath the surface, but for how much he wants her, right at this moment, words are really not needed anyway. He can only hope she’ll follow, he can only hope she doesn’t break their prolonged touch. It’ll be easier to take a form similar to hers, he decides, once they’re down below. It’ll be something of a crossover between his former horse-self and his current serpent shape, he supposes. @[Eva] RE: All that is gold does not glitter; any - Eva - 07-29-2019 breaking like the waves down on the coastline breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink Eva |