05-17-2018, 03:55 PM
Belgaer
Chest deep in the rippling coolness of the pool, he relished in the feeling of the water as it traced along the edges of his body. The echo of his speech lingered patiently between them and he waded in place as her empty eyes searched him. Drifting closer she slithered through the water like a serpent, half of her completely concealed by the blackness of the deep water that surrounded her. His muscles clenched as her predatory movements sent shockwaves of alarm coursing through his body. Water was not his element, he knew. Here, he was completely vulnerable. Auburn wings slap desperately against the surface of the water as he attempted to launch himself safely to shore. His movements are too slow, however and he feels the bitter sting of her teeth as they tore into his leg.
Downward he drifts, too stunned to fight at first. He’d lived upon Ischia many times, he’d visited the lagoon all throughout his childhood and never once had he encountered such a creature before. Surrounded by the darkness of the pools icy depths his senses slowly returned to him. He could fight her off. A concentrated grimace formed upon his brow as he focused on increasing the weight of his mass, dragging them deeper down until he felt her teeth slip from their hold upon him. Freed he reversed the manipulation of his bones and used his wings to shoot him upwards. Breaking through the surface he gasped, filling his lungs with the sweet taste of Ischain air. Without much thought he darted towards the shore, standing upon it and shaking his mane. Agitated his stamped his hoof.
“Who are you?” He demanded.
Downward he drifts, too stunned to fight at first. He’d lived upon Ischia many times, he’d visited the lagoon all throughout his childhood and never once had he encountered such a creature before. Surrounded by the darkness of the pools icy depths his senses slowly returned to him. He could fight her off. A concentrated grimace formed upon his brow as he focused on increasing the weight of his mass, dragging them deeper down until he felt her teeth slip from their hold upon him. Freed he reversed the manipulation of his bones and used his wings to shoot him upwards. Breaking through the surface he gasped, filling his lungs with the sweet taste of Ischain air. Without much thought he darted towards the shore, standing upon it and shaking his mane. Agitated his stamped his hoof.
“Who are you?” He demanded.
The Prodigal Son
@[Deiti] Tenses are hard. lol