Floating Key
07-30-2017, 08:36 PM
Aquila & Craonos
The young leviathan drifts on the rolling tide; his pale belly just barely touching the waves that ebb and flow, made gentle by the the coral that breaks any large or powerful swells. His entire body feels heavy and his mind, usually calm and clear, feels as if it is filled with cotton. Coherent thoughts are hard to form; instead, there is this overwhelming wildness that threatens to take him deep beneath the waves. Away from Aquila, away from this sentient magic that flows between himself and her soul.
The Rift’s sickness is as constant at the sea within the calf.
Crashing brings the narwhal's attention away from the continuous call of the deep; dull, liquid black eyes roll in his rounded, pale face. And he watches, body vaguely away of the innate urge to flee from such violence.
But the small leviathan is tired. He is lulled into security by his bonded's promise to return and by the cove of coral he is surrounded by.
However, it is from this safe shoal that two agitated hazel eyes light upon his listlessly floating body. His small bud of a horn slowly shifts towards the crooning voice, inky eyes blinking sluggishly at the smile.
A soft, deep croon of his own answers the pale mare’s. His breaths come in and out slowly—until his torpid heart begins to increase his tempo. Craonos’ soft croon morphs to an agitated wail—a haunting sound never meant to be heard by ears above water. Faster, faster, his already sickened and tired heart hammered against his young ribs. Atria and ventricles contracted out of sync, painfully sloshing blood around in his small heart.
His Rift sickness has already dulled his bond with the sea-mare, and Aquila’s distance from him entirely muted his distress.
The narwhal calf sinks slightly, as if the sea may somehow halt this onslaught of pain in his chest. His wail deepens and spreads more easily through the water. Though his sad, old eyes never leave woman who drops to her own knees—never dropping the gaze that doesn’t leave his.
Even as she snakes towards him, even as her bared teeth sink into the the soft flesh behind his pectoral fin and his bright red blood wells and drips into the calm shallows beneath them. His wail halts, though, when she bites him. His eyes blink once, tightly, against the pain, before popping open to sadly stare at the woman whose hooves now whaled against his rubbery skin, leaving contusions that would darkly color later on. Why? his sad, tired, passive stare seemed to ask.
But any stillness was broken by a sudden roar that split the briny air.
Aquila had returned.
The militant mare is a blur of sharp teeth, plated skin, and swinging barbs. Every weapon at her disposal seeks to rip, tear, kill this pale creature that harms her Craonos.
Stripes burn with bright boils—a gift from the Rift—that erupt with a fluid that stings her own skin—but her battle-trained body pays it no mind. Perhaps it will sting this own, foul creature’s skin if she dares to bite or retaliate.
Her tail swings—and vaguely she wonders if poison has returned to their barbs—seeking to slash any its long length can reach.
Another, furious roar rips through the air, “Lando malpuraĵo!!”
Lando malpuraĵo = Land filth!
The Rift’s sickness is as constant at the sea within the calf.
Crashing brings the narwhal's attention away from the continuous call of the deep; dull, liquid black eyes roll in his rounded, pale face. And he watches, body vaguely away of the innate urge to flee from such violence.
But the small leviathan is tired. He is lulled into security by his bonded's promise to return and by the cove of coral he is surrounded by.
However, it is from this safe shoal that two agitated hazel eyes light upon his listlessly floating body. His small bud of a horn slowly shifts towards the crooning voice, inky eyes blinking sluggishly at the smile.
A soft, deep croon of his own answers the pale mare’s. His breaths come in and out slowly—until his torpid heart begins to increase his tempo. Craonos’ soft croon morphs to an agitated wail—a haunting sound never meant to be heard by ears above water. Faster, faster, his already sickened and tired heart hammered against his young ribs. Atria and ventricles contracted out of sync, painfully sloshing blood around in his small heart.
His Rift sickness has already dulled his bond with the sea-mare, and Aquila’s distance from him entirely muted his distress.
The narwhal calf sinks slightly, as if the sea may somehow halt this onslaught of pain in his chest. His wail deepens and spreads more easily through the water. Though his sad, old eyes never leave woman who drops to her own knees—never dropping the gaze that doesn’t leave his.
Even as she snakes towards him, even as her bared teeth sink into the the soft flesh behind his pectoral fin and his bright red blood wells and drips into the calm shallows beneath them. His wail halts, though, when she bites him. His eyes blink once, tightly, against the pain, before popping open to sadly stare at the woman whose hooves now whaled against his rubbery skin, leaving contusions that would darkly color later on. Why? his sad, tired, passive stare seemed to ask.
But any stillness was broken by a sudden roar that split the briny air.
Aquila had returned.
The militant mare is a blur of sharp teeth, plated skin, and swinging barbs. Every weapon at her disposal seeks to rip, tear, kill this pale creature that harms her Craonos.
Stripes burn with bright boils—a gift from the Rift—that erupt with a fluid that stings her own skin—but her battle-trained body pays it no mind. Perhaps it will sting this own, foul creature’s skin if she dares to bite or retaliate.
Her tail swings—and vaguely she wonders if poison has returned to their barbs—seeking to slash any its long length can reach.
Another, furious roar rips through the air, “Lando malpuraĵo!!”
Lando malpuraĵo = Land filth!
the language of waves
@Kahli SORRY IM LATE, but Aquila is P I S S E D
The boils on her skin leak a stinging fluid.
Her tail barbs are filled with pherhones that increase sex drive (but she thinks it's normal poison, she doesn't know it's mutated yet ;P )
