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10-06-2016, 09:13 PM
the sea is hell and i am its fury
The Riptide Isles were as close to home as the seahorse would ever feel. They were a paltry memento—but still a vestige of familiarity lapped on the sandy shores and curled around the colorful reefs. So she swam in the warm currents (though the tides were beginning to grow cooler with the season). Strong limbs and webbed hooves scooped water and sand alike as she meandered along the seafloor. The gill slits of her shoulders open and closed with abandon, enjoying the refreshing sensation of salt filtering through them. Fresh water was so bland, and it made her gills sore and swollen after a while.
But salt—here she was at home. Sharp teeth snapped at a few fish; though she was not truly hunting. These were merely possibly snacks, should they be too slow to evade her jaws. None were, so she was empty-mouthed when she slowly ascended and breached the surface.
Though something peculiar caught her unblinking gaze (even the beads of salt water on her corneas did not elicit a blink). A gather of equines along the beach—how strange. It was rare to find another being in the Isles many shores, let alone a group of them. But her sharp gaze did not linger long on the many, normal Helovians on the shores.
No.
Her eyes trained on the creature that erupted from the waves. It was an odd combination of sea parts, but it was still quite obviously not of the same make of those on the beach. Like her. She, too, was clearly not like those gathered.
Her powerful heart began to beat faster, long limbs starting to churn against the waves as she dove—she could swim faster when submerged. Was he from the Rift? Was he from home? What had happened to her people? To Akvo? The thoughts were more frantic than she expected, and pushed her hard towards the shore.
So it was with a heaving sides and sucking gill-slits that she emerged from the waves, following behind the strange creature that came from the depths. “Do you know of Akvo?” Her throaty voice asked loudly, clearly, and firmly between gasps for breath.
But salt—here she was at home. Sharp teeth snapped at a few fish; though she was not truly hunting. These were merely possibly snacks, should they be too slow to evade her jaws. None were, so she was empty-mouthed when she slowly ascended and breached the surface.
Though something peculiar caught her unblinking gaze (even the beads of salt water on her corneas did not elicit a blink). A gather of equines along the beach—how strange. It was rare to find another being in the Isles many shores, let alone a group of them. But her sharp gaze did not linger long on the many, normal Helovians on the shores.
No.
Her eyes trained on the creature that erupted from the waves. It was an odd combination of sea parts, but it was still quite obviously not of the same make of those on the beach. Like her. She, too, was clearly not like those gathered.
Her powerful heart began to beat faster, long limbs starting to churn against the waves as she dove—she could swim faster when submerged. Was he from the Rift? Was he from home? What had happened to her people? To Akvo? The thoughts were more frantic than she expected, and pushed her hard towards the shore.
So it was with a heaving sides and sucking gill-slits that she emerged from the waves, following behind the strange creature that came from the depths. “Do you know of Akvo?” Her throaty voice asked loudly, clearly, and firmly between gasps for breath.
AQUILA
She was swimming, comes up behind the new dude and asks about Akvo.
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