Mangrove Tidepools
07-20-2018, 10:06 AM
Beautiful it maybe, but the Mangrove Tidepools are equally deceptive. You stand distracted, lost in thought, memories maybe, while the wilderness around you continues its motion. Perhaps you have seen them before, the roots that jut uninterestingly from the glistening water, but these are naughtier, trickier than the common kind you know, and they can feel your presence, lingering.
There comes another like you, though wings adorn his sides and he looks to be less vague. The roots taste his nearness also, rising too subtly at first, to notice; one turns upon itself prematurely, knotting tightly around its own length. Though Flysh glide near, peering upward from their salty sanctuary to view you—the strangest of creatures, their visit is short and they skid playfully away.
While you talk—while you’re occupied—the roots again stir, fingering upwards towards one cloven, cream hoof. Their intent is harmless in a sense, unless you fail to realise their bind and begin to stroll forward. The longest, oldest of them reaches you first and slides its smooth length around your narrow pastern; it embraces you, fully and knots itself fast.
There comes another like you, though wings adorn his sides and he looks to be less vague. The roots taste his nearness also, rising too subtly at first, to notice; one turns upon itself prematurely, knotting tightly around its own length. Though Flysh glide near, peering upward from their salty sanctuary to view you—the strangest of creatures, their visit is short and they skid playfully away.
While you talk—while you’re occupied—the roots again stir, fingering upwards towards one cloven, cream hoof. Their intent is harmless in a sense, unless you fail to realise their bind and begin to stroll forward. The longest, oldest of them reaches you first and slides its smooth length around your narrow pastern; it embraces you, fully and knots itself fast.
the Rift
what lies beneath
what lies beneath
@Galahad
