Aodhán
ice and fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Seals were great in the winter, especially surrounding Icicle Isle, but sea serpents were so much better.
Almost as fast as the falcon could dive, the white overgrown eel could now round the lands of Beqanna. Well, sometimes one just loves snooping around or racing the currents. The underwater world was full of surprises, and the number of different creatures he could see and try to replicate was huge. Nevertheless, he hadn’t yet decided which was better, flight or swimming - but then he didn’t really have to choose.
Nearing the rivermouth, currents grew stronger and the white serpent takes the challenge gladly. The river is cold and foaming, ideal for one so big and muscled as he is now, and so the white-and-gold sea serpent plunges himself upstream, a test of strength for the muscles he only had to think of to create. How different this was from being a rock for such a long time!
But propelling himself forwards with impeccable speed, he nearly misses the call of flame out of his green orb’s corner. Having reached a shallow bank, the serpent turns and curiously curls himself up underwater, debating if he should go to shore with a big jump and change once more, or if he enjoys the water just a little longer and see how long it takes the girls to see the great white figure, adorned with golden backfins, staring at them conversing.
They’re lucky he was born a horse. After all, if he was only a predator, one of them would be long dead by now.
Almost as fast as the falcon could dive, the white overgrown eel could now round the lands of Beqanna. Well, sometimes one just loves snooping around or racing the currents. The underwater world was full of surprises, and the number of different creatures he could see and try to replicate was huge. Nevertheless, he hadn’t yet decided which was better, flight or swimming - but then he didn’t really have to choose.
Nearing the rivermouth, currents grew stronger and the white serpent takes the challenge gladly. The river is cold and foaming, ideal for one so big and muscled as he is now, and so the white-and-gold sea serpent plunges himself upstream, a test of strength for the muscles he only had to think of to create. How different this was from being a rock for such a long time!
But propelling himself forwards with impeccable speed, he nearly misses the call of flame out of his green orb’s corner. Having reached a shallow bank, the serpent turns and curiously curls himself up underwater, debating if he should go to shore with a big jump and change once more, or if he enjoys the water just a little longer and see how long it takes the girls to see the great white figure, adorned with golden backfins, staring at them conversing.
They’re lucky he was born a horse. After all, if he was only a predator, one of them would be long dead by now.
@[brunhilde] @Elaina forgive the crappy introduction please