It’s taken Neiko quite a while to be as comfortable in the water as he is now – now he moves through the waves like a Nereid should, smooth and quick. He can keep up with the seals and play with the porpoises, but before, not too long ago, the seas had him by the collar. He was punished by the cold and dark depths rather than intrigued by them. He could not shake the very organic fear of drowning, which is natural to his earth-bound body… but to fear the water is to deny his heritage, to deny his Gods given magics, his gifts.
And overcome it he did. Through sheer will and determination (and a bit of force), he boldly conquered the shadowy corners of his mind where his fears dwelled. He now, very proudly, moves with confidence through Beqanna’s lively waters. Most of his time is spent in Baltia, a haven for the water creatures, a world away from those bound to the land.
Today seems like as good a day as any to wander away from his comfortable ocean spaces and find his way back onto land. It’s been a while since he’s let his hooves have touched beach, months since he’s shed away his scales for sleek golden and blue fur. He shakes, sewing up his form to let go of anything Nereid; embracing his fully equine form as he ventures off of the beach and up into the gloomy timberland ahead.
It’s a stormy afternoon, a gray sky choking out the sunlight and threatening rain. Soon a drizzle will start and the mists moving between the big trees will get thicker. He’s comforted by the presence of water all around him still, even as he moves farther and farther from the sea.
@Devil's Curse
he's walking through the misty forest around the ruins, i figure they can "bump" into each other out here somehow lol
And overcome it he did. Through sheer will and determination (and a bit of force), he boldly conquered the shadowy corners of his mind where his fears dwelled. He now, very proudly, moves with confidence through Beqanna’s lively waters. Most of his time is spent in Baltia, a haven for the water creatures, a world away from those bound to the land.
Today seems like as good a day as any to wander away from his comfortable ocean spaces and find his way back onto land. It’s been a while since he’s let his hooves have touched beach, months since he’s shed away his scales for sleek golden and blue fur. He shakes, sewing up his form to let go of anything Nereid; embracing his fully equine form as he ventures off of the beach and up into the gloomy timberland ahead.
It’s a stormy afternoon, a gray sky choking out the sunlight and threatening rain. Soon a drizzle will start and the mists moving between the big trees will get thicker. He’s comforted by the presence of water all around him still, even as he moves farther and farther from the sea.
@Devil's Curse
he's walking through the misty forest around the ruins, i figure they can "bump" into each other out here somehow lol