09-27-2016, 07:59 AM
In the old days, the world had moved as one would have normally thought. Time ran from sunrise to sundown and everyone bathed in both the day and the night with equal brilliance. One slept during Beqanna’s dark hours, and reveled in the day. This, as far as Ashley was concerned, was the way that it had always been, and until recently, this was the way he was convinced it was going to stay.
Until the Reckoning.
The All-Mother had granted him his abilities. In the face of derision and suspicious behavior, the red buckskin man had gone down the mountain and had made the swim again. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes, and stretching out, he willed the sea to bend around him. With a charge that sent the blue waves of electrical current down his body, his backhand morphed, springing forth a tail of a brilliant turquoise blue that reminded him of the brilliance of the bacteria that glowed by night on the coastline of his beloved Island. The scales glowed under the light of the moon, and the gills that sprouted behind Ashley’s jawline allowed him the wonderful opportunity to stay beneath the waves, aiding him the ability to see the world as never before.
By night, the eerie shadows of the coral and fish that made their home in this watery deep moved this way and that as a dance, swaying with the waves and moving with the pale light of the moon. He took a solid drag of the salt water, filtering out the oxygen that would be used to pump his tail and propel him forward. He found that he enjoyed this swim much more, and for the first time, his joy was not fueled by anger, or aggression, or adrenaline—instead he swam with the pure joy of being able to see life from another perspective. The sand beat against his tail as he moved with the grace of a fish—or a mer-horse, since he be something out of mythology itself—and when he was close enough to Ischia that the sands began to change, and the phytoplankton danced around him in the bright blue on their way to the beach, he once again became quadrupedal rising out of the deep like Aphrodite. Seafoam clung to his hair, and the shells that tangled in his mane only became more clustered together as more tangled their way into his auburn hair.
He was one with the ocean.
He shook off what he could, a thick deposit of white salt still staining his red-brown pelt. Moving inward towards the spring, Ashley’s nostrils widened, taking in the familiar scent of Tiphon. Changing his path, he headed in his friend’s direction, stopping with surprise when he saw two mares he was unfamiliar with. Bowing to them, he speaks. “Hello. I am Ashley.” But turning to Tiphon, his exterior becomes easy and he motions in the direction of the spring. “You been in for a swim yet, or are you afraid to get your feathers wet?”
Until the Reckoning.
The All-Mother had granted him his abilities. In the face of derision and suspicious behavior, the red buckskin man had gone down the mountain and had made the swim again. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes, and stretching out, he willed the sea to bend around him. With a charge that sent the blue waves of electrical current down his body, his backhand morphed, springing forth a tail of a brilliant turquoise blue that reminded him of the brilliance of the bacteria that glowed by night on the coastline of his beloved Island. The scales glowed under the light of the moon, and the gills that sprouted behind Ashley’s jawline allowed him the wonderful opportunity to stay beneath the waves, aiding him the ability to see the world as never before.
By night, the eerie shadows of the coral and fish that made their home in this watery deep moved this way and that as a dance, swaying with the waves and moving with the pale light of the moon. He took a solid drag of the salt water, filtering out the oxygen that would be used to pump his tail and propel him forward. He found that he enjoyed this swim much more, and for the first time, his joy was not fueled by anger, or aggression, or adrenaline—instead he swam with the pure joy of being able to see life from another perspective. The sand beat against his tail as he moved with the grace of a fish—or a mer-horse, since he be something out of mythology itself—and when he was close enough to Ischia that the sands began to change, and the phytoplankton danced around him in the bright blue on their way to the beach, he once again became quadrupedal rising out of the deep like Aphrodite. Seafoam clung to his hair, and the shells that tangled in his mane only became more clustered together as more tangled their way into his auburn hair.
He was one with the ocean.
He shook off what he could, a thick deposit of white salt still staining his red-brown pelt. Moving inward towards the spring, Ashley’s nostrils widened, taking in the familiar scent of Tiphon. Changing his path, he headed in his friend’s direction, stopping with surprise when he saw two mares he was unfamiliar with. Bowing to them, he speaks. “Hello. I am Ashley.” But turning to Tiphon, his exterior becomes easy and he motions in the direction of the spring. “You been in for a swim yet, or are you afraid to get your feathers wet?”
ashley
I walked the path, it led me to the end.