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.
His every breath is weighted and heavy, born from lungs that ache and from a throat parched and bitten by the fall air; but he does not relent nor cease to be and instead he exists in spite of the dull throbbing in his knees and the shadows of the mind that whisper bitter and sour songs of anger and upset: of pain. No matter, Nodens as he knows himself, carries on and walks with little issue or mind to the world- not even as the razorsharp chill slides down and into his lungs: his dull gaze trailing over the world and around each corner and shade with caution and curiosity: a profound wonder in his thoughts.
Everything, and nothing… this was his life.
Such as it was he found little pleasure in the reflection of his form and grunted at the smoke-touched grey color patched with white… growled under his breath at the dull and lightless eyes. He’d have torn the flesh from bone had he the strength but nature and magic have touched his blood and given him a gift- this is why he stands with hooves sliding into the water from the shore and why his skin ripples suddenly as scales begin to stretch and grow across his limbs… fins in place of hair on the back of his ankles and knees and even where his mane and tail should have been.
Brilliantly colored with a strangely shimmering base that seemed white or pink, perhaps touched by greens and blues as if his very scales and skin were mother of pearl, he glistened beneath the sea and the sun and when he sank deeper within the salty waters he gained gills and strange spikes: a clear lid over the sharp blue eyes. To his credit he swam and moved, fins full form as he kicked them in a powerful thrust and compelled himself through and around the warm waters.
Golden highlights formed patterns on the edges of the gills and Nodens surely enough, popped his head up eventually above the water; but the sun shone so brightly and the dry air stung him… thus he sank beneath the sea once more. Endless forests of kelp and seagrasses swayed with the current, and coral and fish danced idly throughout the shallows. Moving life and scattered remains painted the beautiful world he swam through, and his shark teeth gnashed several times before slowly he became acclimated to the push and pull- the ebb and flow.
Yet? One never stays beneath the sea for too long, it is terribly lonely, and at the sight of a shadow on the shore he kicks up to investigate: his head slowly rising as he surveys the sandy line and notes the woman from before- her hooves and oddities… each notion and movement; but more so he seems keen to note how she yells at the seals thinking they are something more. Playfully he slithers ashore with a slow swim and an inevitable crawl to shore- the tail becoming legs and his more aquatic features remaining, sans the gills as well.
Speaking in her direction he calls out to @[Mary] with a lilt in his voice, a touch of accent and strange sounds akin to a deep baritone laced with Parisian smoke. “Yelling at ripples? That’s how you attract the attention of the curious fish beneath them.” he paused, tilting his head and aware of the shark-like serrated teeth beneath his lips. “Or, rather, persons also beneath them- enjoying the sun by yourself?”
Nodens