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 politeness is mired in interest, and a strange prickling sensation wherein he finds himself looking around the wild greenery and sand-mixed soil: briefly tracking to the beautifully colored pair and the facets of light that broke across the gemstone colorations and pieces of them. With his ears leaning forward his notices first, the posture that Mary has taken in the continued seconds and minutes- the fins splayed and his Kelpie-esque imitation made for vivacity as Nodens spoke up with some intrigue at her talk of Father… his Father. Such it was that his head bobbed and tilted in some agreement, and the deep rumbling of a voice retained a curiosity within the polite tone.
“@[Mary],” he remarks, allowing the sound to roll across the tongue and through her lips. “A very beautiful name,, it compliments you; but I am not so sure if I will be. It is hard to tear a Kelpie and Kraken born son away from the sea… and there is plenty here; but also in other places.” he is simple enough, though his smile almost accidentally reveals the innately sharpened teeth possessed by his imitation- shark like and serrated. Shirking back what he could his own posture changed more and he tried his best to appear non-threatening to the woman and her child.
Calm in the moment and quick to note the girl’s interest he chuckles at the @[Divest]- aware of the facet glean and refraction of light… tempted to try but, her appearance was almost beyond him. An infinite curiosity brewed in the whole of his mind; but he snaps from it at her sudden burst of a voice and at the closeness the pair have come to him. Head bowed and gestures of greetings made he spoke to Divest to answer the question that hung in the air. “Play? I would be a poor companion for that in this state; but I have another that could be far better for it, depending on how you mean.” he is softer with the girl, a part of him aware of the fillies age and her various differences in strength and energy.
To note his point about changing forms, about better ones, he allows the gold and pale colorations to suddenly splash wild with bursts of brown and red… with touches of pale yellows and under-layered black… scales and skin becoming tougher but coated in fur that seemed softer and fluffier. Smaller now by far the wide and dark eyed feline stretched itself amidst the foliage and the leaner body was covered in various print marking atop yellow or golden fur. Twitching his ears and waving his tail idly about, he looked to Mary and Divest with a nod.
“See, many forms. Though, none are as colorful or intriguing as your own.” the Ocelot Imitation states with a chuckle, perched idly on his back legs.
Nodens