10-26-2019, 07:19 AM
Nilam
The sand, the land - it bores her.
She swims around the island, faster and faster and faster - she has no other home to turn to than where her brother claimed a semi-title. A title, she learned, of ‘Beachmaster’ which meant a lot but not enough - the larger island, that’s the one with the nereids.
But nereids weren’t kelpies, even if they were beautiful in their own right. They had no tails, even if they could swim and breathe underwater, even if they had soft fishy scales. Nilam’s scales were that much thicker, that much better suited for an underwater battle. But she also knew that at her age, she could not rival with those on the larger sands.
And so she stayed; entertained herself with whomever dared to visit her brother’s island, and her siblings. Her roaning little sister had a few scars, sure, but luckily for both the siblings, she would not remember where those came from. Trial and error and a little time-manipulation had taught the kelpie princess to use her hypnotic features after the fact, and so, everyone remained blissfully ignorant.
Except Nilam herself, of course.
Nearing the sandy shore once again, she wondered if she should practise on someone else today. Someone who might not show those hideous bite marks on a roan coat.
She swims around the island, faster and faster and faster - she has no other home to turn to than where her brother claimed a semi-title. A title, she learned, of ‘Beachmaster’ which meant a lot but not enough - the larger island, that’s the one with the nereids.
But nereids weren’t kelpies, even if they were beautiful in their own right. They had no tails, even if they could swim and breathe underwater, even if they had soft fishy scales. Nilam’s scales were that much thicker, that much better suited for an underwater battle. But she also knew that at her age, she could not rival with those on the larger sands.
And so she stayed; entertained herself with whomever dared to visit her brother’s island, and her siblings. Her roaning little sister had a few scars, sure, but luckily for both the siblings, she would not remember where those came from. Trial and error and a little time-manipulation had taught the kelpie princess to use her hypnotic features after the fact, and so, everyone remained blissfully ignorant.
Except Nilam herself, of course.
Nearing the sandy shore once again, she wondered if she should practise on someone else today. Someone who might not show those hideous bite marks on a roan coat.
there is no new wave
only the sea
only the sea
@[SecondChances] @[Nyx] new starter, I figured maybe both Cal and Tywyll wanted to feature in this or I can re-post this as a second starter. Lemme know via DM?