He stands alone in the moonlight, knee-deep in the very waters that he had fought vigorously to loosen their fluid hold on him. For a reason unknown to him, this place calls his name in the quiet hours, compelling his legs to move instinctively to her. Tonight, with questions in their darkness, his eyes turn to the numinous mountain in the distance. For as long as he had lived here, his knowledge of his home was minimal, at best. It was only in very recent days that he had learned there was a place to lay a petition before the powers that be, to ask to share in the magic that Beqanna possessed. So he studies the landscape, weighing the pros and cons of making a jaunt up that fabled mountainside.
The water swirls and splashes around him as he unconsciously paws and stomps in mild agitation with one of his hooves. Distracted, he does not notice the strangeness beginning to dominate the scene.. the water that continues to churn when his anxiety subsides and his movement lessens, nor the intensifying luminescence being thrown by the stars. He is transfixed by the mountain, by the idea of obtaining something that might facilitate grand exploits with the young siren occupying the majority of his waking thoughts. Unintentionally, his feet begin seeking a path that will lead him to his greatest (at least at this moment) desire.
It is subtle, but the tableau changes as he steps forward. The mountain no longer lays directly in front of him, which causes him to pause and take notice of his surroundings. The brightness makes him wonder if he has lost track of time.. is the dawn already approaching? He searches the horizon for traces of the sun but he finds none. Instead, he finds the dark shapes lying still along the embankment as silver specks dance haphazardly above them. His nostrils twitch, picking up the scent of death as he slowly moves to get a closer look.
The dead man does not create much impression, but the woman is like nothing he has ever seen before. He had been surprised (and mesmerized) by Adriana’s unusual looks, now he was utterly dumbfounded. His eyes drift from the two heads to the innumerable tentacles, especially those that comprise the entire lower half of her body. As he drinks in this bizarre scene, he recalls his conversation with Adriana.. two new kingdoms of sea and sky had been unveiled in the very events that allowed him to escape from his underground prison. He looks from the woman to the man. Tentacles and wings. Oh. The realization sweeps over him as the lights reveal the true color of the waves washing over the deceased.
Always apolitical in nature, he begins to turn away from the killing ground. He does not know who these two are, but he is sure that the discovery of their bodies will breed conflict that he wants no part of. However, he does not move fast enough and finds his intentions diverted by the new movements of the silver lights. His ears flicker as tinny chorus of the sprites beckon to him. He had been preoccupied with thoughts of magic prior to stumbling into this peculiar situation and now he wonders if this could be the opportunity he seeks. He exhales roughly as he studies the cloudy portal that has sprung to life before him. What the hell. He grimaces with uncertainty as his feet carry him through the veil into the unknown..
assailant
they taste like bliss