i found the antidote. i let the anger go and mother nature found it's place.
now we're compatible, my inner animal, i wanted blood and got a taste.
He hated the Depths.
The pressure and cold, the impossible blackness of the water; but it was impossible to ignore the radiating call of the Kraken and her maddened screaming. Such it was he met her beneath the waves and dressed in the skin of a great shark he found himself dutifully ensnared in the defense of her nest and all the beasts within it… the dreadful spawn she had brought into the world. Time had thus been stolen, and bitter about this? He simply left. Swam from the cradle in the dark water and changed shape before tentacle or tooth could find him and drag him back.
Mary had indeed seen him, watched as scale flickered and shone, and Nodens was near delighted to see her as well (although part of him felt a terrible amount of shame for his sudden leaving)... such as it was, he nickered in a quick ‘yes’ before making his way to the sand.
His skin was scaled and shimmering, soaked with water; but the color was muted and almost a gray or black. Tentacles ran along his neck like a mane.. Countless arms grasping and writhing, and his tail was near the same. Bioluminescent highlights colored the edges of the tendrils and created bizarre patterns of non-euclidean shapes across his body, and when his fin-laden legs stretched there was a strange note of razor-like edges to what looked like modified claws instead of hooves. Fanged and serrated, his teeth were exposed as he tried to speak… adjusting his mouth as needed.
“Mary-” he spoke her name, the supposedly dark eyes blinking... not from top to bottom; but from side to side the lens rolled back. “I’m sorry, I… had never intended to go.”
He’s honest, and poised, the claws becoming hooves and his shape slowly melting away as the scale became fur and the deep-sea Kelpie or Kraken hybrid was gone. Stripped of the shapes he took on something else, a smoky grey or brown with white patterns and his baroque form tall and muscular- the reddish hazel eyes wider now and he tried to hold a sobriety to his expression. Stretching his neck and flicking the ears, he felt the heaviness of his water on his body and took a step forward: testing to see if she’d allow him closer.
Rumbling from his throat, the voice was huskier… almost rougher and less boyish. “Fate is odd, finding you here again, I half expected to come back and see you with a crown and young men trying to win your affections with compliments and offerings of pretty promises. You are, after all, quite the ambitious woman.”
Teasing, but affectionate, he tries to play at her: winking and allowing the moment to settle.
Nodens
@[Mary] <333