10-29-2017, 04:27 PM
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Buckthorn follows her voice because it calls to him like the ocean always has. He goes to where everything is real, and where nothing is real, too. He is not alone. Many others are put under the fairy’s spell, watching her with beady or scared or hungry eyes. His own earth-brown eyes are unchanged as they regard the winged woman, too lost in the melody that feels like a riptide pulling him further out to sea. Down and down he sinks, chilled and charmed to oblivion.
<i>Until -</i>
He opens his eyes. The moon is a halo above him, ringing the water with its’ soft glow. Buck reaches for it with his muzzle, but the motion is like moving through molasses – or water. Underwater. He’s used to water (used to it soaking his sides and splaying his mane and tail), but he’s never been so submerged. An unwavering calm floods his system, despite this fact. He feels capable and in control of his new surroundings, his new body. He wants to explore the waving sea grass and every dip and rise of the amorphous landscape. But his supply of oxygen won’t last forever.
With one smooth motion, he pumps his powerful scaled tail and glides towards the surface. There is something as compelling about the sky pulling him up as the water had pulled him down, and he is eager to see it clearly once more. Buck breaks through the surface with a splash and hauls himself gracelessly onto the shore. His hooves are cloven like a goat, making it easier to keep his footing on the uneven ground. No longer weightless, he feels the dual horns that curl atop his head. His smooth fin-tail splits painfully into his two back legs. Fully changed, he is a creature of land again. But it is the stars he longs for now.
The inky, indigo sky is brushed with billions of lights. He instinctively knows where to turn his bearded head, where to find the constellation that his DNA is linked to. The faint triangle of stars that had been sacrificed to in ancient times when they appeared in the sky just after the setting of the sun. He draws Capricornus down to himself, lets the blinding starlight fill his eyes as it swirls around him, protecting him. All the while, he thinks of the sea, longs to be within it again.
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Word count: 400.
Buckthorn is a Capricorn, half-goat, half-fish.
Strengths: Scales (including scaled fish tail when underwater). Goat horns, beard, and cloven hooves. He can use the stars/starlight of the constellation <i>Capricornus</i> for protection at night.
Weaknesses: He is weaker during the day/senses are dulled. He must be submerged in water of any kind regularly or risk drying out/dying. It is painful to change his form. He is also constantly torn between water, land, and sky and never feeling like he belongs in any one of them (due to his hybrid parts).
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Buckthorn follows her voice because it calls to him like the ocean always has. He goes to where everything is real, and where nothing is real, too. He is not alone. Many others are put under the fairy’s spell, watching her with beady or scared or hungry eyes. His own earth-brown eyes are unchanged as they regard the winged woman, too lost in the melody that feels like a riptide pulling him further out to sea. Down and down he sinks, chilled and charmed to oblivion.
<i>Until -</i>
He opens his eyes. The moon is a halo above him, ringing the water with its’ soft glow. Buck reaches for it with his muzzle, but the motion is like moving through molasses – or water. Underwater. He’s used to water (used to it soaking his sides and splaying his mane and tail), but he’s never been so submerged. An unwavering calm floods his system, despite this fact. He feels capable and in control of his new surroundings, his new body. He wants to explore the waving sea grass and every dip and rise of the amorphous landscape. But his supply of oxygen won’t last forever.
With one smooth motion, he pumps his powerful scaled tail and glides towards the surface. There is something as compelling about the sky pulling him up as the water had pulled him down, and he is eager to see it clearly once more. Buck breaks through the surface with a splash and hauls himself gracelessly onto the shore. His hooves are cloven like a goat, making it easier to keep his footing on the uneven ground. No longer weightless, he feels the dual horns that curl atop his head. His smooth fin-tail splits painfully into his two back legs. Fully changed, he is a creature of land again. But it is the stars he longs for now.
The inky, indigo sky is brushed with billions of lights. He instinctively knows where to turn his bearded head, where to find the constellation that his DNA is linked to. The faint triangle of stars that had been sacrificed to in ancient times when they appeared in the sky just after the setting of the sun. He draws Capricornus down to himself, lets the blinding starlight fill his eyes as it swirls around him, protecting him. All the while, he thinks of the sea, longs to be within it again.
</p><p id="buckname">buckthorn</p></div></center>
Word count: 400.
Buckthorn is a Capricorn, half-goat, half-fish.
Strengths: Scales (including scaled fish tail when underwater). Goat horns, beard, and cloven hooves. He can use the stars/starlight of the constellation <i>Capricornus</i> for protection at night.
Weaknesses: He is weaker during the day/senses are dulled. He must be submerged in water of any kind regularly or risk drying out/dying. It is painful to change his form. He is also constantly torn between water, land, and sky and never feeling like he belongs in any one of them (due to his hybrid parts).