Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The half-fish hadn’t entirely bothered with his shifting today - most of all, he had simply decided he needed to cool off, and not drown while doing it.
As such, the melding of shark and horse was not alike any other. Kelpies and mer-horses were, as far as Aodhán remembered, shifted halfway too but the other way around - a fish tail, not a shark head. Nevertheless he hadn’t bothered trying to familiarize himself with a kelpie, touch them, and take their form. No. Instead, the gold-spotted white hybrid had made his way to the water, touched the first fish he could find, and took it upon himself to change halfway. But only halfway, since he didn’t want to be eaten by a larger fish; in this ridiculous shape at least, he was something unknown and possibly scary to most watery predators, who preferred the small, regular fish. But he had still been on the smaller size when he’d reached the open water. The white shark which he had encountered right after reaching the salty environment, had quickly changed his appearance into something bigger and slightly more threatening to most aquatic life.
Besides, any predator of horse-size would have the wit to see that he was able to shift to his heart’s desire, and probably not worth the trouble of attacking for dinner. At least, so he hoped.
He had mindlessly followed the river, dismayed that the Taiga he’d known was no longer the simple and free land he had hoped to make his home. If the new people made it theirs, it would be a kingdom, or something close to it, with rules and ranks and such. If Aten stayed on, then the land would be in turmoil for some considerable time longer.
This is what had sparked his immediate leaving of the redwood forest, and in such a hurry that he couldn’t be bothered with his ridiculous half-white shark, half-white horse body, paddling through the waters from the rivermouth to whichever island he would find first. Perhaps one was unoccupied.
As such, the melding of shark and horse was not alike any other. Kelpies and mer-horses were, as far as Aodhán remembered, shifted halfway too but the other way around - a fish tail, not a shark head. Nevertheless he hadn’t bothered trying to familiarize himself with a kelpie, touch them, and take their form. No. Instead, the gold-spotted white hybrid had made his way to the water, touched the first fish he could find, and took it upon himself to change halfway. But only halfway, since he didn’t want to be eaten by a larger fish; in this ridiculous shape at least, he was something unknown and possibly scary to most watery predators, who preferred the small, regular fish. But he had still been on the smaller size when he’d reached the open water. The white shark which he had encountered right after reaching the salty environment, had quickly changed his appearance into something bigger and slightly more threatening to most aquatic life.
Besides, any predator of horse-size would have the wit to see that he was able to shift to his heart’s desire, and probably not worth the trouble of attacking for dinner. At least, so he hoped.
He had mindlessly followed the river, dismayed that the Taiga he’d known was no longer the simple and free land he had hoped to make his home. If the new people made it theirs, it would be a kingdom, or something close to it, with rules and ranks and such. If Aten stayed on, then the land would be in turmoil for some considerable time longer.
This is what had sparked his immediate leaving of the redwood forest, and in such a hurry that he couldn’t be bothered with his ridiculous half-white shark, half-white horse body, paddling through the waters from the rivermouth to whichever island he would find first. Perhaps one was unoccupied.