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Post by Tikoaztite on Jun 27, 2016 22:40:14 GMT -6
raburin come here
You OBVIOUSLY don't need to match the length- It's mostly just way too much description of my own muse. I tend to make my starters way longer than my subsequent replies anyway- ---
The previous night's storm was vicious, a sentence that wasn't usually strung in the area. As they walked the seashore, [your muse] had to be careful not to trip over the piles of seaweed and other debris scattered across the coast. It was mid-tide, so sometimes [your muse] would stumble upon a still-flopping fish and, feeling bad for the creature, throw it back into the sea. This section of coast never had many visitors. The rocks a bit farther out to sea and surrounding the area also made the place a great seaglass-collecting spot. Both of these meant [your muse] was often there. But as they approached an almost complete scallop shell, they noticed the light reflecting off what seemed to be scales poking out from behind a rock. And when [your muse] climbed over the rock to investigate, they found a mermaid. Well, merman.
The creature, at least from the waist up, had a lanky, yet toned build, with lightly tanned skin tinted with the slightest bit of greyish-green. A neclace, strung with seaweed and beaded by beautiful shells and shark teeth, somehow managed to stay on his neck from when he had come in: His- the mer looked male, anyway- hair was some greenish-brown, the color of murky water or maybe some kind of kelp. Iridescent scales wrapped around each of his wrists and ended halfway to his elbow. Two, translucent, sky-blue fins jutted out of each forearm, the color deepening the farther it was from his body. Fins of a similar coloration surrounded each ear-hole, ending after about an inch and a half at their longest, and one stuck up along the length of his spine, only ending where his tail began.
His tail was at least four feet long without the ending fin, the iridescent scales shining brilliantly in the dawn-light. That tailfin, which took almost an upside down shield-like shape, added another foot to his size. His side was slowly bleeding out, cut and skinned by the rough sand when he had washed up. Seawater just barely touched his form when the waves came in. As [your muse] marvelled at this sight, unsure of what to do, they noticed one of the merman's webbed hand twitch, and then clench into a fist, only to relax again. Not only did [your muse] just find themself a beached mermaid, they had just found a conscious one.
What do they do about their find?
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Post by Lovelinn on Jun 27, 2016 23:28:13 GMT -6
raburin is fabulous
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December almost screams at the sight of the merman, at first thinking it was half of a beaten up, drowned corpse, judging by the fact that she'd never seen a merman before. She gets down on her knees, hyperventilating a little from the shock of the discovery, and upon realizing it was alive under all those injuries, examines it closer. Thinking it was more of a mutilated human rather than half fish, she talks to it. "Can you talk?" Obviously, it was not in good condition and therefore asking if it was okay would have been stupid.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jun 28, 2016 0:14:27 GMT -6
At the sudden voice, a raspy, almost hiss-like groan escaped the merman's injured, dehydrated form, and his eyes- each one a deep teal with a large, fishlike pupil- began opening. Being used to the limited amount of light under the ocean's surface, he never opened them past a squint- but kept them open enough to see his surroundings clearly. In fidgeting, short movements, he turned the human half of his body towards the other, his face a mixture of pain, confusion, fear, and- strangely enough- wonder. He was still only half-conscious, so he didn't respond, having heard December's voice, but not having focused on it and what she was saying. He'd never been permitted to even poke a finger out of the water, let alone interact with a surface-dweller, which made his current situation even more distressing for him.
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Post by Lovelinn on Jun 28, 2016 0:26:29 GMT -6
December's hands involuntarily reach up to cover her own mouth. This was not a human being. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she call someone? Does it belong in the water? Was it washed up by the storm? This was shaping up to be a terrifying day. December notes that the creature had a tail suitable for swimming to contrast the humanlike top half. All her life, she'd heard stories of merpeople, whatever they were called, but she didn't think they existed. This could all be a dream, she assured herself, and watched the merman struggle in attempts to escape. This was bizarre. This was bad. She felt bad. She attempts to pick up the merman. "Can I take you back to the water?" He was not suited for land. December supposed the creature had no other choice but to be helped.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jun 28, 2016 1:09:09 GMT -6
Of course, being around seven feet or so in length, the merman was much heavier than one would expect. His skin, however, was soft and smooth to the touch, if a bit clammy. Not fully trusting this surfacedweller, the merman tried to wriggle away from December's touch. He tried to use more of his tail to struggle, but found trying to move said tail intensified the sharp jolts of pain he was already feelng in the area. It must have been broken. The pain was able to shock him awake, enough to make out and understand December's question. "W...at..er...." he repeated, his voice dry and raspy from dehydration. The merman wouldn't be able to swim for a good amount of time, but he needed water. Merfolk did have lungs as well as gills, yes, but they dehydrated very easily when above the surface.
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Post by Lovelinn on Jun 28, 2016 16:03:54 GMT -6
December realizes the merman was way too heavy for her to lift. She reassessed her options. She could try pushing it back into the water... This creature could die without water. In a panic, she starts splashing beach water into its face.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jun 28, 2016 16:53:07 GMT -6
Feeling cold seawater hit his skin, the merman rolled over onto his back, so that the water would hit his neck more than his face. Sure enough, there did happen to be gills on his neck, three slits that opened ever so slightly when the water hit them. It wasn't enough water for him to be comfortable, but he definitely seemed to relax a tiny bit, trying (and failing) to drag himself closer to where the waves hit the sand.
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Post by Lovelinn on Jun 29, 2016 0:00:07 GMT -6
December smiles when she sees the water is helping, somewhat. "I'm going to get you back to the ocean, somehow," she tells the merman. Apparently it understood English after repeating the word "water" to her.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jun 29, 2016 1:23:36 GMT -6
Ocean... So that's what the water was called on the surface. Knowing this surfacedweller was attempting to help him was quite the calming thought, but he still didn't fully trust her, in case she didn't go by her words. Deciding not to speak until he was at least at a semi-comfortable level of hydration, a low, guttural purr-like noise escaped his dampening throat. A single dainty, webbed hand reached towards December, coming to rest halfway onto her foot. His nails were long, clawlike, and pretty dirty- then again, he had lived underwater for all his life, so why would one expect much different?
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Post by Lovelinn on Jun 29, 2016 1:53:52 GMT -6
December cringes slightly. This was slightly awkward to her. Those hands sure looked weird... She continues to splash water on the merman with one hand as a diversion. Doing without thinking, she takes the merman's tail, not lifting it very high in an attempt to not make the injuries any worse, and tries gently pulling it closer to the water as a solution. Eventually, she gets the end of the tail into the water and in the process, ruins her sandals. She honestly didn't know what else to do because he was too heavy for her to lift into the water. She realizes dragging him in would probably be a painful solution for both of them.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jun 29, 2016 3:17:01 GMT -6
He was definitely distracted enough by the water being splashed onto him to notice his tail being lifted, but did cringe ever so slightly at the sudden cold sensation that came with his tailfin being placed in water. It took the merman half a second to realize that this was water, which caused him to relax a good deal. Under his breath, he whispered a small "Thank you." His voice was still a bit raspy, but definitely better-sounding than before. Soon, his hand began to gently curl around her foot, the tips of his fingernails hitting the wet beach sand.
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Post by Lovelinn on Jun 29, 2016 21:14:31 GMT -6
December smiles. "You're welcome..." She continues pulling him into the ocean. The coldness of the water didn't matter to her; this was pretty much a life or death situation for the merman and he had to be safe where he belonged.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jun 29, 2016 22:47:58 GMT -6
Purring, or at least making a noise similar to it, the merman didn't object to being pulled. As long as he was touching water, really. Lightly patting December's foot, his teal, almond-shaped orbs looked up, meeting hers and staying there. Surfacedwellers seemed much better than what he had always been told, or at least this one was... In an attempt to at least slightly lighten the mood, he flipped up his tailfin enough to splash a little water onto December's arm.
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Post by Lovelinn on Jun 30, 2016 16:44:27 GMT -6
December smiles, her messy, long reddish brown hair falling into her eyes as she finally gets the merman completely into the water. Now, her clothes and hair were soaked and her sandals fell apart, but she didn't care.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jul 6, 2016 4:12:25 GMT -6
The water now rushing over his skin (and his gills) was a refreshing thing to the merman, causing another purring noise to escape his fish-tailed form. He tried to swim back out into deeper waters, but was only met with surges of sharp pain at where his waist and tail met that caused him to cringe slightly. The upper part of his tail was broken from the storm- which meant he wouldn't be able to swim. Clenching hs eyes shut, he gently squeezed December's foot, as if offering for her to stay with him. Then at least he'd have company, right?
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