Akvo City
07-14-2018, 11:07 PM
Four fins, adapted to travel briefly over land as well as sea, wave swiftly as he waits, stirring a cloud of thick dust to surround him—intelligence makes him all the more lethal. As the sand rises in frenzy through the city, Naridon becomes invisible, following his oblivious prey as she paddles on through the dark depths.
A shadow, still greater than the artificial gloom of his making, glides over them both and the predator pauses, tilting his razored face to eye the expanse of ocean overhead.
It is a whale, a Ceteyan to be precise, and the gentle giant too, has been lured into Avko by the pulse of the visitor to the city. He sings as he descends, a tune that soothes the frantic flicker of the fish life and rumbles through the currents to touch and fill the souls of all that live.
Naridon, however, is not pacified by the presence of the glorious intruder and he snarls, blue highlights flickering across his course, bladed skin.
A shadow, still greater than the artificial gloom of his making, glides over them both and the predator pauses, tilting his razored face to eye the expanse of ocean overhead.
It is a whale, a Ceteyan to be precise, and the gentle giant too, has been lured into Avko by the pulse of the visitor to the city. He sings as he descends, a tune that soothes the frantic flicker of the fish life and rumbles through the currents to touch and fill the souls of all that live.
Naridon, however, is not pacified by the presence of the glorious intruder and he snarls, blue highlights flickering across his course, bladed skin.
the Rift
