Hersha || Sea Guardian of the Pacific Ocean || Leaving the Antarctic underwater palace || With Wyvera , Andrach, Calypso, Pistrix
Hersha mentally sighed when the meeting was abruptly cut short. Tensions had been high now for a while and their relationships seemed to be straining. The tall man could only hope that they’d eventually be repaired, although the chances of that happening were low. He could not blame Andrach for leaving so suddenly, something urgent must have happened, for a meeting like this was seldom cut short, yet there would always be other meetings, most likely soon given how frequently they had been gathering.
When the youngest and the newest guardian spoke, combined with the tapping of the pen across the table. Hersha, knowing his sister, could probably tell what was going to happen next. Even though he predicted it, once Wyvera was in a mood, it would be hard pressed to stop her. While she seethed at the former sea creature, Hersha rested his head in the palms of his hands, elbows propped up on the table and the pads of his fingers rubbing against his forehead. He honestly did not have time for petty squabbles and fights between his siblings. Instantly, after Calypso’s sudden exit from the large halls, the remaining few guardians seemed to bolt out the hallways. Hersha could imagine the looks upon Pistrix, Wyvera, and calypso’s faces as they all processed what had just happened. A small headache brewed in the back of his mind as he got up from the table and walked towards the doors, the last to leave.
“Mathias, oh how I wish you were still here. You always seemed to know the right words to get them all to calm down.” He murmured and shook his head. For a moment, he wondered how Mathias would feel about how his chosen was being treated by the others. It must be hard for her, having such big shoes to fill, not to mention she was new and had suddenly the mantle of the Guardian of the Indian ocean thrust upon her shoulders. The way the other’s were treating her was unfair given the circumstances. Yes, if Hersha had been given the choice between Calypso or Mathias, he would choose his brother without a second of hesitation. Yet that was not the case. He stood before the open doorway, eyes glancing out to see if he could find the celopod. He did have an ocean to get back too, but knew that even just a little encouragement could go a long way.
As he was too big to actually transform while in the hallway, he had to step out into the frigid waters. He was thankful, once again, that his human form was capable of both breathing underwater as well as withstanding the sub zero temperatures. Once he had gotten far enough, he transformed into his beast form. His slender face became foxlike and his hands and body elongated and stretched to form large fins that easily propelled him through the water. He didn’t have to look long before he found her, stunned against the actions of the now second oldest guardian.
I apologize for Wyvera’s actions. She is hard on you for a reason. His voice seemed to drift into her mind, his best form a sight to behold. I just wanted to say, you have done well with your new position, despite how long you’d had it. Because you are in a sense, a baby guardian, it is normal to make mistakes. With that, Hersha quickly took off, zooming towards his oceans, praying that nothing had happened while the failure of a meeting took place. The headache from before seemed to grow as he had grown to his beast form.
Hersha || Sea Guardian of the Pacific Ocean || Leaving the Antarctic underwater palace || With Wyvera , Andrach, Calypso, Pistrix
Hersha mentally sighed when the meeting was abruptly cut short. Tensions had been high now for a while and their relationships seemed to be straining. The tall man could only hope that they’d eventually be repaired, although the chances of that happening were low. He could not blame Andrach for leaving so suddenly, something urgent must have happened, for a meeting like this was seldom cut short, yet there would always be other meetings, most likely soon given how frequently they had been gathering.
When the youngest and the newest guardian spoke, combined with the tapping of the pen across the table. Hersha, knowing his sister, could probably tell what was going to happen next. Even though he predicted it, once Wyvera was in a mood, it would be hard pressed to stop her. While she seethed at the former sea creature, Hersha rested his head in the palms of his hands, elbows propped up on the table and the pads of his fingers rubbing against his forehead. He honestly did not have time for petty squabbles and fights between his siblings. Instantly, after Calypso’s sudden exit from the large halls, the remaining few guardians seemed to bolt out the hallways. Hersha could imagine the looks upon Pistrix, Wyvera, and calypso’s faces as they all processed what had just happened. A small headache brewed in the back of his mind as he got up from the table and walked towards the doors, the last to leave.
“Mathias, oh how I wish you were still here. You always seemed to know the right words to get them all to calm down.” He murmured and shook his head. For a moment, he wondered how Mathias would feel about how his chosen was being treated by the others. It must be hard for her, having such big shoes to fill, not to mention she was new and had suddenly the mantle of the Guardian of the Indian ocean thrust upon her shoulders. The way the other’s were treating her was unfair given the circumstances. Yes, if Hersha had been given the choice between Calypso or Mathias, he would choose his brother without a second of hesitation. Yet that was not the case. He stood before the open doorway, eyes glancing out to see if he could find the celopod. He did have an ocean to get back too, but knew that even just a little encouragement could go a long way.
As he was too big to actually transform while in the hallway, he had to step out into the frigid waters. He was thankful, once again, that his human form was capable of both breathing underwater as well as withstanding the sub zero temperatures. Once he had gotten far enough, he transformed into his beast form. His slender face became foxlike and his hands and body elongated and stretched to form large fins that easily propelled him through the water. He didn’t have to look long before he found her, stunned against the actions of the now second oldest guardian.
I apologize for Wyvera’s actions. She is hard on you for a reason. His voice seemed to drift into her mind, his best form a sight to behold. I just wanted to say, you have done well with your new position, despite how long you’d had it. Because you are in a sense, a baby guardian, it is normal to make mistakes. With that, Hersha quickly took off, zooming towards his oceans, praying that nothing had happened while the failure of a meeting took place. The headache from before seemed to grow as he had grown to his beast form.
|Constance | Queen of Ameth || the royal gardens of Ameth
Constance smiled remembering how she hates being far away Aelous like she was now.
It humored her that he thought he could his powers and raider life a secret to her.
She discovered his magic before he knew how to say magic!
d'Artagnan, if he was with him he was safe, she knew d'Artagnan would not let anyone touch Aelous, she knew he would die first. Somehow she knew in her heart Aelous was meant to go after the Pearl, it was in his blood he got that from her. His rebellious and adventurous soul, she tried everything to protect him but she could protect him forever he had to explore his powers on his own.
Constance watched as Aelous went onto that trade ship followed by Anyith, Constance smiled and laughed she remembered how she was just like her when she was younger, watching them run away on that ship made her both worried sick but at the same time she felt proud. Proud that they were so brave and strong, they had to explore the world for themselves.
d'Artagnan would be proud she thought and she was right.
|Constance | Queen of Ameth || the royal gardens of Ameth
Constance smiled remembering how she hates being far away Aelous like she was now.
It humored her that he thought he could his powers and raider life a secret to her.
She discovered his magic before he knew how to say magic!
d'Artagnan, if he was with him he was safe, she knew d'Artagnan would not let anyone touch Aelous, she knew he would die first. Somehow she knew in her heart Aelous was meant to go after the Pearl, it was in his blood he got that from her. His rebellious and adventurous soul, she tried everything to protect him but she could protect him forever he had to explore his powers on his own.
Constance watched as Aelous went onto that trade ship followed by Anyith, Constance smiled and laughed she remembered how she was just like her when she was younger, watching them run away on that ship made her both worried sick but at the same time she felt proud. Proud that they were so brave and strong, they had to explore the world for themselves.
d'Artagnan would be proud she thought and she was right.
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A low vibration close to a humm leaves Mär. His eyes crinkle in admiration, his expression brightened. “I see the loss of color has no impact on your style. Stunning as ever Xkanji.” That humm was certainly closer to the roll of ocean into sand then anything classically human. The lilt of his voice proud to be company to someone so powerful and so striking.
“I see the light in your eyes. This will be a
fun night for us.” His timbred chuckle matches Xkanji’s dual toned expression. He turns, aiming to lead Xkanji towards the castle when the other speaks. Hushed but loud in that way, and Mär needs nothing more. Hairs prickles as the stallion takes a deep breath, aura fanning then contacts sharply. Hunting for the traces of Another. She is a god, she is Big in presence and no hard to find at all. A pause stretches between the three powers, tension ebbing and gathering like the oceans around them.
Mär collapses that.
“Gri’vaya!”
His voice is loud those likely no one but these three can hear him.
“It is long indeed.” Purrs the sea god. “What with you secreted away in your woods.” His tone is amused and he raises his free arm high to beckon her. “Are you coming to the Celebration? Xkanji and are going to do some
snooping See if we can learn anything
interesting.” He squints and thinks. “Perhaps it is not SO very long since I knew of you. But ALAS! I of the see and you of the land! We are often separated till the harvests come in. Perhaps we can make a new festival were we
mingle A tad more.” His tone is joking, such a flirt, always a riot. “But really you can’t come dressed in That.” Mär’s lashes trim and his face return to eye Xkanji’s reaction, always rather affectionate with that one and hoping he’s done well in meditating by the three of them.
A low vibration close to a humm leaves Mär. His eyes crinkle in admiration, his expression brightened. “I see the loss of color has no impact on your style. Stunning as ever Xkanji.” That humm was certainly closer to the roll of ocean into sand then anything classically human. The lilt of his voice proud to be company to someone so powerful and so striking.
“I see the light in your eyes. This will be a
fun night for us.” His timbred chuckle matches Xkanji’s dual toned expression. He turns, aiming to lead Xkanji towards the castle when the other speaks. Hushed but loud in that way, and Mär needs nothing more. Hairs prickles as the stallion takes a deep breath, aura fanning then contacts sharply. Hunting for the traces of Another. She is a god, she is Big in presence and no hard to find at all. A pause stretches between the three powers, tension ebbing and gathering like the oceans around them.
Mär collapses that.
“Gri’vaya!”
His voice is loud those likely no one but these three can hear him.
“It is long indeed.” Purrs the sea god. “What with you secreted away in your woods.” His tone is amused and he raises his free arm high to beckon her. “Are you coming to the Celebration? Xkanji and are going to do some
snooping See if we can learn anything
interesting.” He squints and thinks. “Perhaps it is not SO very long since I knew of you. But ALAS! I of the see and you of the land! We are often separated till the harvests come in. Perhaps we can make a new festival were we
mingle A tad more.” His tone is joking, such a flirt, always a riot. “But really you can’t come dressed in That.” Mär’s lashes trim and his face return to eye Xkanji’s reaction, always rather affectionate with that one and hoping he’s done well in meditating by the three of them.
|Mare | Dragon | Celic ship on the way to Ameth | Interacting with Aidan and Andrach|
Mare almost flinched when the guardian touched him. It made him feel as though he was a caged animal being stared at in a zoo. He didn't like that she touched him, and he didn't like when she called him a pet. It echoed throughout his mind, but he bit his tongue to keep his mouth shut. He felt his teeth clench while his eyes narrowed. He could still taste his own blood in his mouth, feel it slowly dripping down his chin and stain his pale skin red.
The dragon barely registered Aidan's hand as it cleaned his, only concentrating on the guardian in front of him. He felt like a human tied in a chair in an empty room being interrogated.
Pet...
Mare could still feel her touch even as she pulled away to stand straighter. He wanted to get away, but not because he was scared, but because he felt terribly sorry. He could sense the exhaustion coming from the guardian and he knew he had no right to be mad at her, but with his magic not behaving he was slightly angry.
He felt more sorry for the princes. One had been wounded by a sea monster and the other was either worried about him or if Mare was going to go rabid or not. Mare didn't know and didn't think that he ever would. He mentally sighed and slunk further into the seat to the point where his jacket covered his mouth.
Maybe he should just leave and let them be on there mary way to this. . . Ameth place. But, if he did that, he wouldn't know if more beasts would come and attack them. The prince had shown him kindness and due to that he felt like he should at least enlighten him. Mare did take notice on the way his face shown with excitement when he introduced himself.
He felt silly now, letting his magic get the best of him when he had plenty of time beforehand to get it under control. His tail uncurled itself from the legs of the chair and lay limp on the floorboards, his eyes narrowing again as he thought about what to do. What to do, what to do... What would my brother do?
Pet...
|Mare | Dragon | Celic ship on the way to Ameth | Interacting with Aidan and Andrach|
Mare almost flinched when the guardian touched him. It made him feel as though he was a caged animal being stared at in a zoo. He didn't like that she touched him, and he didn't like when she called him a pet. It echoed throughout his mind, but he bit his tongue to keep his mouth shut. He felt his teeth clench while his eyes narrowed. He could still taste his own blood in his mouth, feel it slowly dripping down his chin and stain his pale skin red.
The dragon barely registered Aidan's hand as it cleaned his, only concentrating on the guardian in front of him. He felt like a human tied in a chair in an empty room being interrogated.
Pet...
Mare could still feel her touch even as she pulled away to stand straighter. He wanted to get away, but not because he was scared, but because he felt terribly sorry. He could sense the exhaustion coming from the guardian and he knew he had no right to be mad at her, but with his magic not behaving he was slightly angry.
He felt more sorry for the princes. One had been wounded by a sea monster and the other was either worried about him or if Mare was going to go rabid or not. Mare didn't know and didn't think that he ever would. He mentally sighed and slunk further into the seat to the point where his jacket covered his mouth.
Maybe he should just leave and let them be on there mary way to this. . . Ameth place. But, if he did that, he wouldn't know if more beasts would come and attack them. The prince had shown him kindness and due to that he felt like he should at least enlighten him. Mare did take notice on the way his face shown with excitement when he introduced himself.
He felt silly now, letting his magic get the best of him when he had plenty of time beforehand to get it under control. His tail uncurled itself from the legs of the chair and lay limp on the floorboards, his eyes narrowing again as he thought about what to do. What to do, what to do... What would my brother do?
Pet...
Pistrix || Sea Guardian of the Arctic Ocean || Leaving Antarctic waters > Eon gulf (port town) || With: None
His exit was swift from the palace. In mere moments the small man had leapt into deathly temperatures, springing upright in the elongated form of a bed monster of sorts. Bony tusks scratching the stone of the much deeper ocean around him, sparing no search or concern for the insulted and berated youngling.
The ice algae that had long since decided to grow on his pelt tangled and waved about as a lengthened mane on a near nonexistent pelt. Its nonexistent begs to return home had Pistrix swirling around only to dart off before his elder brother had exited the palace. Over time as the Sea Guardian swam, he rose closer and closer to the surface, tusk cutting through like predatory fins.
Pistrix hated travel, down to the very concept of having to leave the place to travel immense distances only to go back. It was a shame he had to do it regardless less he quite literally and figuratively be torn apart. The only upside was he had a fairly nice swim. In under an hour, give or take Eon’s silhouette would be bopping in and out of Pistrix’s nonchalant stare.
It was either Astra or Eon, both a relative distance from the Antarctic. Pistrix made no conscious choice as to which way to turn, simply just needing to flee the area. A place he felt surprisingly uncomfortable indespite the similarity of climate. I was a few degrees warmer, deeper, and, by the creator, he missed the ice algae at home.
Neither kingdom was exactly in his favor either, Eon was a God-hugging mess that rejected the effort Sea Guardian put to keep the oceans safe enough to cross. Astra seemed a bit too lovey for his taste as well. It was a shame both kingdoms entailed having him patrol their waters.
Closer and closer he neared now, the drifting warmth from the Atlantic Ocean gracing his hide as he sliced through the currents. His head broke surface, spitting salty water from his maw with rapidly blinking eyes.
Pistrix’s arms peeled from his side to beat at the water in the motion of a doggy paddle at the current posture he was in. Nudging himself once more into a fluid motion as Pistrix into large gulps of air, gradually growing more and more shallow with relaxing breaths.
The outline of a town, a port town, sat fairly visible. The biggest notion being the ships that departed and came. Pistrix kept his fair distance from Eon, keeping to the close gulf of the land. He needed to patrol this area of his ocean regardless of what he did. He hadn’t gotten the best of a chance with the abruptly short meeting.
It was a simply job, look around and get out. No interactions needed and he could go back to the heart and center of his ocean. Pistrix hummed at his mind, eyeing the kingdom he could care less about. It was simple, extremely simple. What could go wrong?
Nothing, because things already went wrong at the Antarctic palace. Enough misfortune for one day for the calm tide to come in. If something worse happened, then Pistrix might as well call himself a non sentient fish.
Pistrix || Sea Guardian of the Arctic Ocean || Leaving Antarctic waters > Eon gulf (port town) || With: None
His exit was swift from the palace. In mere moments the small man had leapt into deathly temperatures, springing upright in the elongated form of a bed monster of sorts. Bony tusks scratching the stone of the much deeper ocean around him, sparing no search or concern for the insulted and berated youngling.
The ice algae that had long since decided to grow on his pelt tangled and waved about as a lengthened mane on a near nonexistent pelt. Its nonexistent begs to return home had Pistrix swirling around only to dart off before his elder brother had exited the palace. Over time as the Sea Guardian swam, he rose closer and closer to the surface, tusk cutting through like predatory fins.
Pistrix hated travel, down to the very concept of having to leave the place to travel immense distances only to go back. It was a shame he had to do it regardless less he quite literally and figuratively be torn apart. The only upside was he had a fairly nice swim. In under an hour, give or take Eon’s silhouette would be bopping in and out of Pistrix’s nonchalant stare.
It was either Astra or Eon, both a relative distance from the Antarctic. Pistrix made no conscious choice as to which way to turn, simply just needing to flee the area. A place he felt surprisingly uncomfortable indespite the similarity of climate. I was a few degrees warmer, deeper, and, by the creator, he missed the ice algae at home.
Neither kingdom was exactly in his favor either, Eon was a God-hugging mess that rejected the effort Sea Guardian put to keep the oceans safe enough to cross. Astra seemed a bit too lovey for his taste as well. It was a shame both kingdoms entailed having him patrol their waters.
Closer and closer he neared now, the drifting warmth from the Atlantic Ocean gracing his hide as he sliced through the currents. His head broke surface, spitting salty water from his maw with rapidly blinking eyes.
Pistrix’s arms peeled from his side to beat at the water in the motion of a doggy paddle at the current posture he was in. Nudging himself once more into a fluid motion as Pistrix into large gulps of air, gradually growing more and more shallow with relaxing breaths.
The outline of a town, a port town, sat fairly visible. The biggest notion being the ships that departed and came. Pistrix kept his fair distance from Eon, keeping to the close gulf of the land. He needed to patrol this area of his ocean regardless of what he did. He hadn’t gotten the best of a chance with the abruptly short meeting.
It was a simply job, look around and get out. No interactions needed and he could go back to the heart and center of his ocean. Pistrix hummed at his mind, eyeing the kingdom he could care less about. It was simple, extremely simple. What could go wrong?
Nothing, because things already went wrong at the Antarctic palace. Enough misfortune for one day for the calm tide to come in. If something worse happened, then Pistrix might as well call himself a non sentient fish.
I love coffee. I love it oh so dearly. The caffeinated joy that brings me to waddle my penguin legs to freedom and join my fellow short brethren. One goal upon all our minds as a collective hive of couch potatoes: feed, sleep, feed. Yet I dared to defect, and ventured to the vast lands to sip the nectar of holiness. The frappuccino size grande. I fell many great beasts; titans of giraffe leggeths, shopping carts of short person annihilation, and crowds of tiny human destruction. I have conquered them all.
Korus was circleing below a human boat, keeping strictly to the shadow of it. As is sensing what was about to go down, the weather changed abrutely from sunny day to stormy, lightning flashed in the distance, and rain battered the sides of the boat endlessly. The boat was flung from side to side as Korus began to churn the water into great waves.
Korus was circleing below a human boat, keeping strictly to the shadow of it. As is sensing what was about to go down, the weather changed abrutely from sunny day to stormy, lightning flashed in the distance, and rain battered the sides of the boat endlessly. The boat was flung from side to side as Korus began to churn the water into great waves.
When the waves were at their peek, and the boat seemed unable to go much longer, the great serpent launched himself from the water, he opened his great jaw and plunged strait through the middle of the boat. The wood scraped against his sides, but it was no match for the serpent's scales. As the boat sunk, and the hollars of men filled the air, Korus peered from the murky depths of the ocean, watching the remains sink to the ocean floor.
When all was done, he finished of the remaining sailors with quick gulps, and headed on his way.
When the waves were at their peek, and the boat seemed unable to go much longer, the great serpent launched himself from the water, he opened his great jaw and plunged strait through the middle of the boat. The wood scraped against his sides, but it was no match for the serpent's scales. As the boat sunk, and the hollars of men filled the air, Korus peered from the murky depths of the ocean, watching the remains sink to the ocean floor.
When all was done, he finished of the remaining sailors with quick gulps, and headed on his way.
Korus was of through the water like an arrow through air- exept much, much faster. In his wake a current formed, and the gellyfish that had been lieing here were given a way to travel to a new feeding ground. The serpents had carved the great currents of the ocean, and they took great pride in it. It was their point of liveing- to make sure life was able to thrive in this way.
Bringing in the alge so the fish could feast, herding the fish the sharks needed in their dirrection, this has been the serpents jobs for thousands of years, and they were rewarded with the privlige to take down boats that may be threats and feast on the humans inside them. Gruesome, yes, but it kept the sea safe and well fed.
Korus was of through the water like an arrow through air- exept much, much faster. In his wake a current formed, and the gellyfish that had been lieing here were given a way to travel to a new feeding ground. The serpents had carved the great currents of the ocean, and they took great pride in it. It was their point of liveing- to make sure life was able to thrive in this way.
Bringing in the alge so the fish could feast, herding the fish the sharks needed in their dirrection, this has been the serpents jobs for thousands of years, and they were rewarded with the privlige to take down boats that may be threats and feast on the humans inside them. Gruesome, yes, but it kept the sea safe and well fed.
Korus ll Sea monster ll Swiming tward artic ll
He was swimming in the dirrection of the artic, where he would not be disturbed by any humans who might try to server his head, he had found that at a young age that he was able to withstand the frigid waters, and that they were safe places to rest. He never strayed as far as that he couldn't make it back from hunting, so as that he could get a time to rest.
Most of the time he travled through the deeper waters so he would not be seen, andathough he was slower,(not by much) it was much safer. But todaay Korus felt something was deeply wrong, and he wished to get back to his home soon.
The great fin on his back broke the surface, cutting through the water and spraying an immense cloud of fog. It was way risky, but he had to get back. Something was very, very wrong...
Korus ll Sea monster ll Swiming tward artic ll
He was swimming in the dirrection of the artic, where he would not be disturbed by any humans who might try to server his head, he had found that at a young age that he was able to withstand the frigid waters, and that they were safe places to rest. He never strayed as far as that he couldn't make it back from hunting, so as that he could get a time to rest.
Most of the time he travled through the deeper waters so he would not be seen, andathough he was slower,(not by much) it was much safer. But todaay Korus felt something was deeply wrong, and he wished to get back to his home soon.
The great fin on his back broke the surface, cutting through the water and spraying an immense cloud of fog. It was way risky, but he had to get back. Something was very, very wrong...
|Nathaniel | King of Celic | Location: Celic ship | Interacting with: None|
Nathaniel felt a bitter rage creeping into his throat. The nerve of such a small woman, to speak to him like that. If he were a bigger man he'd have her forcibly thrown off his ship for her insubordination. But alas, she was a guardian, and he supposed he had to respect her, no matter how much he hated these magical things that had barged into his life, and ruined his plans, and his family.
He shook himself off, discarding his ale-drenched cape into the arms of an unwitting crewman, before promptly marching off to his quarters to clean himself up. He'd most certainly have a thing or two to say about the guardians at the meeting.
|Amelia| Queen of Celic | Location: Celic ship, kitchen | Interacting with: Aynith|
Amelia listened calmly to the ramblings of the young princess. She couldn't blame her for her frantic reaction to all of this. Her brother nearly died before her eyes. Absentmindedly, Amelia handed the young girl one of the small cakes she'd prepared back in Celic that she'd packed away for the trip. The herbs inside alleviated stress, as far as she understood. It was one of Aidan's favorites.
"Eat, love. They're herbal, good for those nerves." She smiled tenderly at the girl, listening on to her rapidfire panicked questioning. She tried to urge her to eat, despite her lack of appetite. Constance would no doubt have something to say about the state of her darling younglings if she'd brought them home in the state they were in now.
When the girl mentioned the Sea Pearl, Amelia recalled the story Aidan told her of his encounter with the vessel. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to recall the details.
"The Sea Pearl is a raider's vessel, I believe. Its captain, a man named... What was it again? Something hard to pronounce." Not wanting to butcher it and confuse the girl more, she moved right along. "Aidan told me the year Mathias passed, bless his soul, the Sea Pearl attacked the harbor in Lavin, because the seas at the time were practically defenseless. That's as much as I know of that. If you'd like to know more about it, Aidan wouldn't mind telling you, I'm sure."
Amelia made herself comfortable beside the young princess, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. The poor girl looked so tired, and too hardened for her age. Aelous always was Constance's favorite. She couldn't help put wonder if Aynith suffered any neglect because of this. The least Amelia could offer was a broad shoulder.
"Now, whether or not your brother is a raider... I wish I could give you an honest answer, my love. But, I simply don't know. What I can say for certain is..." She squeezed Aynith's hand softly. "Just like the fire inside of my boy, I can feel... The ocean, inside of your brother. Somehow and in some way, I believe they're connected."
She looked into the girl's wide eyes, wishing she had more to offer.
"You know, something I believe in, and I raised Aidan with this belief in mind... There is nothing more important, especially between family, than open and honest communication. Speak to each other about it honestly, even if the answer may hurt you. Only then, can you begin to make peace with it."
|Aidan | Prince of Celic | Location: Celic ship | Interacting with: Mare and Andrach|
"He's not a pet, Andrach. The man is a whole dragon, show some respect." Aidan let out a teasing chuckle as he came to his feet. He double-checked Mare's wound, and searched his room for a towel to give to the poor man to wipe the blood from his face. He wished he could do more for him. Even if they'd just met, he felt a strange dutifulness towards him.
"There we go. Feel alright, Mare?" He beamed at the dragon, whose presence, without meaning to, caused the blood in his body to rush twice as fast. Everything inside him felt like it was brimming with magic, despite the fact that logically, he should be feeling exhausted after his near-death match with a sea monster the size of an entire ship. The room began to heat up again, as the magic escaped Aidan's pores.
"I'm sorry about the err... Liberal use of magic. I know, I know, it's not safe out here. I didn't forget. You see..." He bent down to inspect Aelous' wound next, checking for bleeding, and assessing his temperature. His fever seemed to have returned to normal. He felt good enough to take the nub of the succulent out of his mouth. It had been sucked nearly dry. His system took well to the medicine. He discarded the nub by placing it back into an empty spot of soil, and returned to Andrach's side.
"The kid... He's a raider." He whispered to Andrach, through gritted teeth. "He's a part of the Sea Pearl's crew. I was angry, I wanted to provoke him into confessing. But when I saw his magic, things got out of hand. He clearly didn't want to go back home."
"Prince Aidan, and your majesty Andrach." A guard bowed just outside of the doorway. "I just wanted to let you know that we're approaching a border and we're just about to leave Celic's waters."
"We're making good time. Thank you, you may go." Aidan dismissed the guard, and shut the door behind him once again, looking at Andrach with a slight frown, and then back to Aelous.
"What do you suppose we do with him?"
|Calypso | Guardian of the Indian Ocean | Location: Leaving the Antarctic Ocean | Interacting with: (Hersha)|
Her elder brother's voice hardly registered to the enormous cephalopod, whose head was pounding from the force that she'd been thrown with. Her entire body was sore from Wyvera's brute force, coupled with the piercing cold, she felt like death.
She said nothing back as she swam past Hersha, only giving a passing glance at his impressive form. The interaction did, however, manage to calm her down, briefly. She was, in fact, just a child compared to them, she thought to herself. She only barely came close to the smallest of them in size. She was trying, wasn't she? This wasn't about her.
The moment she entered warmer waters, a fog seemed to spread over her mind. Her tightened body seemed to have been holding back an oncoming wave of emotion inside of her. She could feel it welling up from inside of her head, behind her eyes, into her tentacles. It was a nauseating, and unpleasant feeling.
She focused her eyes,observing distant sea monsters swimming into her field of view. Her soft green eyes glowed brightly inside of the murky water, beckoning them close, challenging them. How dare these monsters just sit here so casually? Their mere existence is a spit in my face.
Calypso felt as if she were outside of her body, watching it, beastly and uncontrolled, ripping monster upon monster to pieces. Through the trail of blood she was leaving, Calypso noticed something new, sticking out from her suction cups. Sharp, jagged hooks, leaving messy serrated cuts in every beast she passed. Following her all the way to Lavin, was a bloody trail, littered with the bodies of countless beasts she'd slain along the way. It was here, she could smell it.
The creature Calypso was observing, was not her, not really. It was stronger, and bigger, and it terrified her. Her siblings could never love this thing either, not even if it was exactly what they wanted her to be, simply because it wasn't and would never be Mathias. And this, she knew, is what fueled the Kraken's rage as well.
She felt its exhaustion encroaching. She had to somehow stop it. She guided it's form with painstaking difficulty to the nearest shoreline she could see, fighting it to regain control. A stabbing pain went through her body as she shrunk the murderous thing down in size, but immediately, its rage was gone. The last thing she could recall was a red tide carrying her bruised body out to Lavin's beach, before she blacked out.
|Nathaniel | King of Celic | Location: Celic ship | Interacting with: None|
Nathaniel felt a bitter rage creeping into his throat. The nerve of such a small woman, to speak to him like that. If he were a bigger man he'd have her forcibly thrown off his ship for her insubordination. But alas, she was a guardian, and he supposed he had to respect her, no matter how much he hated these magical things that had barged into his life, and ruined his plans, and his family.
He shook himself off, discarding his ale-drenched cape into the arms of an unwitting crewman, before promptly marching off to his quarters to clean himself up. He'd most certainly have a thing or two to say about the guardians at the meeting.
|Amelia| Queen of Celic | Location: Celic ship, kitchen | Interacting with: Aynith|
Amelia listened calmly to the ramblings of the young princess. She couldn't blame her for her frantic reaction to all of this. Her brother nearly died before her eyes. Absentmindedly, Amelia handed the young girl one of the small cakes she'd prepared back in Celic that she'd packed away for the trip. The herbs inside alleviated stress, as far as she understood. It was one of Aidan's favorites.
"Eat, love. They're herbal, good for those nerves." She smiled tenderly at the girl, listening on to her rapidfire panicked questioning. She tried to urge her to eat, despite her lack of appetite. Constance would no doubt have something to say about the state of her darling younglings if she'd brought them home in the state they were in now.
When the girl mentioned the Sea Pearl, Amelia recalled the story Aidan told her of his encounter with the vessel. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to recall the details.
"The Sea Pearl is a raider's vessel, I believe. Its captain, a man named... What was it again? Something hard to pronounce." Not wanting to butcher it and confuse the girl more, she moved right along. "Aidan told me the year Mathias passed, bless his soul, the Sea Pearl attacked the harbor in Lavin, because the seas at the time were practically defenseless. That's as much as I know of that. If you'd like to know more about it, Aidan wouldn't mind telling you, I'm sure."
Amelia made herself comfortable beside the young princess, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. The poor girl looked so tired, and too hardened for her age. Aelous always was Constance's favorite. She couldn't help put wonder if Aynith suffered any neglect because of this. The least Amelia could offer was a broad shoulder.
"Now, whether or not your brother is a raider... I wish I could give you an honest answer, my love. But, I simply don't know. What I can say for certain is..." She squeezed Aynith's hand softly. "Just like the fire inside of my boy, I can feel... The ocean, inside of your brother. Somehow and in some way, I believe they're connected."
She looked into the girl's wide eyes, wishing she had more to offer.
"You know, something I believe in, and I raised Aidan with this belief in mind... There is nothing more important, especially between family, than open and honest communication. Speak to each other about it honestly, even if the answer may hurt you. Only then, can you begin to make peace with it."
|Aidan | Prince of Celic | Location: Celic ship | Interacting with: Mare and Andrach|
"He's not a pet, Andrach. The man is a whole dragon, show some respect." Aidan let out a teasing chuckle as he came to his feet. He double-checked Mare's wound, and searched his room for a towel to give to the poor man to wipe the blood from his face. He wished he could do more for him. Even if they'd just met, he felt a strange dutifulness towards him.
"There we go. Feel alright, Mare?" He beamed at the dragon, whose presence, without meaning to, caused the blood in his body to rush twice as fast. Everything inside him felt like it was brimming with magic, despite the fact that logically, he should be feeling exhausted after his near-death match with a sea monster the size of an entire ship. The room began to heat up again, as the magic escaped Aidan's pores.
"I'm sorry about the err... Liberal use of magic. I know, I know, it's not safe out here. I didn't forget. You see..." He bent down to inspect Aelous' wound next, checking for bleeding, and assessing his temperature. His fever seemed to have returned to normal. He felt good enough to take the nub of the succulent out of his mouth. It had been sucked nearly dry. His system took well to the medicine. He discarded the nub by placing it back into an empty spot of soil, and returned to Andrach's side.
"The kid... He's a raider." He whispered to Andrach, through gritted teeth. "He's a part of the Sea Pearl's crew. I was angry, I wanted to provoke him into confessing. But when I saw his magic, things got out of hand. He clearly didn't want to go back home."
"Prince Aidan, and your majesty Andrach." A guard bowed just outside of the doorway. "I just wanted to let you know that we're approaching a border and we're just about to leave Celic's waters."
"We're making good time. Thank you, you may go." Aidan dismissed the guard, and shut the door behind him once again, looking at Andrach with a slight frown, and then back to Aelous.
"What do you suppose we do with him?"
|Calypso | Guardian of the Indian Ocean | Location: Leaving the Antarctic Ocean | Interacting with: (Hersha)|
Her elder brother's voice hardly registered to the enormous cephalopod, whose head was pounding from the force that she'd been thrown with. Her entire body was sore from Wyvera's brute force, coupled with the piercing cold, she felt like death.
She said nothing back as she swam past Hersha, only giving a passing glance at his impressive form. The interaction did, however, manage to calm her down, briefly. She was, in fact, just a child compared to them, she thought to herself. She only barely came close to the smallest of them in size. She was trying, wasn't she? This wasn't about her.
The moment she entered warmer waters, a fog seemed to spread over her mind. Her tightened body seemed to have been holding back an oncoming wave of emotion inside of her. She could feel it welling up from inside of her head, behind her eyes, into her tentacles. It was a nauseating, and unpleasant feeling.
She focused her eyes,observing distant sea monsters swimming into her field of view. Her soft green eyes glowed brightly inside of the murky water, beckoning them close, challenging them. How dare these monsters just sit here so casually? Their mere existence is a spit in my face.
Calypso felt as if she were outside of her body, watching it, beastly and uncontrolled, ripping monster upon monster to pieces. Through the trail of blood she was leaving, Calypso noticed something new, sticking out from her suction cups. Sharp, jagged hooks, leaving messy serrated cuts in every beast she passed. Following her all the way to Lavin, was a bloody trail, littered with the bodies of countless beasts she'd slain along the way. It was here, she could smell it.
The creature Calypso was observing, was not her, not really. It was stronger, and bigger, and it terrified her. Her siblings could never love this thing either, not even if it was exactly what they wanted her to be, simply because it wasn't and would never be Mathias. And this, she knew, is what fueled the Kraken's rage as well.
She felt its exhaustion encroaching. She had to somehow stop it. She guided it's form with painstaking difficulty to the nearest shoreline she could see, fighting it to regain control. A stabbing pain went through her body as she shrunk the murderous thing down in size, but immediately, its rage was gone. The last thing she could recall was a red tide carrying her bruised body out to Lavin's beach, before she blacked out.